Page 60 of Acid

He’s the only person I allowed to take me differently; he’s the only one who gripped my hair, causing me to moan instead of panic, and he’s the only one who nearly made me come.

I bite my bottom lip as I head to the back, grabbing the two trash bags by the door, my mind going in circles.

He’s always put everyone else first, but by doing that, he put us in the ground. Yet the thought of him settling down with someone else, watching him start a family, sends sharp pains through my chest, but so much has happened….

Sighing, I throw the bags in the trash and turn, ready to head back inside but I halt when I see Andrea storming over to me, her false bump a little bit more to the left than it should be in her short red dress, and I snort.

At this point, the whole of New York knows she’s bullshitting.

“You!” she screams, “You tookmy man!”

I roll my eyes and turn to the door; I really can’t deal with her right now.

“Hey bitch, I’m fucking talking to you!” she screams again, and I turn, ready to punch her in the face when something hard hits the side of my head. I grunt and stumble a little before I get my balance, turn around to fight back, but I’m struck again. Andrea smirks as I fall to the ground.

“Oliver…” I whisper as everything goes black.

I groan as I roll over, my head throbbing.

I press my hand to it, feeling the wetness, and when I pull it back, it’s covered in blood, and I swallow hard. The last memory I have is Andrea screaming at me for taking “her” man, but he’s not hers; he’s mine, and he always has been.

Yes, I was raped, yes, he left me on the counter, vulnerable, but that doesn’t take away the fact he’s the other half of my soul.

He’s been mine for over eleven years, and his name was the last thing on my lips before everything went black.

For years, Ollie has put everyone else first, believing he deserves to stay in the shadows, but he needs to shine.

He’s strong, kind, and caring, and God, I wish I was good enough for him. It’s not lost on me that I’ve been kidnapped, and yet he’s the only one I can think of.

“Well, it’s about time you woke up, baby," a voice says, and I look up, locking eyes with Coby, his hazel eyes cold and callous.

Well, this is a shocker—not.

I curl my lip and sneer, “Let me guess, you’re the person leaving threatening notes on my car?” He grins, and I continue, “And I take it you are also the one who got Andrea to distract me so you could knock me out?”

He chuckles. “Gold star, baby….”

I nod. “Yeah, gold star for the pathetic weasel who knew he couldn’t take on the number one fighter!”

His nostrils flare before he smacks me across the face, but I just chuckle.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Perrie, or I’ll fill it, then fuck you!” he snaps.

I grin, aware my teeth are covered in blood, and chirp, “Why even try? You never made me come anyway!” It’s a distraction so I can press my ring down flat on the concrete floor without knowing.

I feel the ring click, and I relax a little, knowing Oliver and the club will be here soon.

He’ll save me, and this man will die, and I don’t even feel bad for it. He was a crappy lay anyway.

“He may not have been able to make you come, but I will!” a man says from my side, and I turn, locking eyes with dark green ones, matching the ones I love so much.

The man smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, eyeing me up.

“Well, well, well,” I taunt, causing his smirk to vanish. “Aiden Mathews in the flesh. I hear you like beating up children.”

He narrows his eyes. “Watch your mouth, girl.”

I grin again. “Now, why would I do that? You’re still going to rape me, but unfortunately for you, you wouldn’t be the first person to do so, though. Do you know what I did to my two rapists, Aiden?” His eyes narrow, anger shining in them because I’m not a sobbing mess. I finish, “I stabbed them in their cocks. Last I heard, the club sunk them alive in the ocean, but somehow, I think your death for this, and for what you did to Natalie, is going to be ten times worse.”

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