Page 62 of Acid

I skid to a stop near the door and quickly run inside, not giving a shit if someone on the other side of the door has a gun, my only thought is my Tinker.

The brothers all shout for me, but I ignore them as I open the door to see the fucking lawyer grab hold of Perrie’s hair while she rams her fists on someone beneath her.

“My fucking little fighter,” I growl with pride as she yanks her head forward and smashes it against the guy she’s sitting on, and I run over to her.

I grip the fucking lawyer by his hair and yank him back, making him gasp in shock before I ram my fist into his face and then grab my gun.

His eyes widen, and he pleads, “No, no! Look, I’m sorry, alright, I swear, please…” but I smirk and lift the gun, and fire a bullet into his head, blood splattering as his body drops.

“Should we, uh, stop her, Prez?” Anchor questions, and I turn, seeing the mess.

Fuck me….

“I’m going to fucking kill you, you son of bitch!” Perrie shouts. “I’m going to kill you for what you did to Ollie and Eli!”

“Is that…?” Piston starts to say in shock as I notice our unconscious father beneath Tinker.

Fuck!

Perrie doesn’t stop her assault, and I quickly run over to her before she can hurt herself more, wrapping my arms around her waist before pulling her back.

She fights against me, screaming, “No, no, I’m not done, he hurt Ollie, I’m going to kill him!”

I hold her tight as my heart soars at her words before I press my lips against her neck, making her tense until I rasp, “It’s me, Tinker, I’ve got you, love….”

Her body relaxes as she melts into me, and Steal snaps, “Prospects, get that fucker back to the outhouse now!”

I tighten my hold on Perrie as she tries to go for him again, gently kissing her neck to keep her calm.

Her chest heaves, her body shaking, and carefully, knowing she’s probably hurt, I move backward, bringing her with me before turning us so she can’t see the dead lawyer, and it’s not until we get near my bike that I loosen my hold, and turn her.

Blood stains the side of her face, and my jaw ticks at the gash just above her ear, before we lock eyes.

Anger and pain shine in her light blue eyes, and gently, I cup her cheek. She leans into my palm before her tears flow, and I press my lips to her forehead as the first sob escapes her, her hand's fisting my shirt, the adrenaline wearing off.

“Acid?” I hear Piston, and I look up as Perrie rests the non-injured side of her head against my chest, and I wrap my arm around her waist before locking eyes with my brother.

His jaw ticks, and he states, “One van is gone; the other is waiting for Pez. Do you want me to walk her over?”

I feel Perrie grip my t-shirt tighter, so I tighten my arm around her and reply, “No, she’s not going in the van.”

I see his eyes tear up as he nods, and slowly, I maneuver us toward my bike where I help her on.

I cup her cheek again and whisper, “Keep hold of me tightly, Tinker, alright? And don’t touch the pipes, keep your feet on the pegs.”

She nods, and I kiss her forehead again before climbing on in front of her. She wraps her arms around my waist, laying her head on my back as I grab the handlebars. Everything inside me settles.

You don’t allow someone to ride bitch unless you are making them your old lady, and honestly, if I have my way, that is what she’s going to be, if I can sort my shit out, that is.

Steal rolls up beside me, his eyes going to Perrie before he nods my way. I start my bike, gently pulling away, Perrie’s arms tightening around me. I place my hand over hers, linking my fingers through hers, and head back to the clubhouse. Steal stays beside me, keeping an eye on my Tinker while Piston rides on my other side, Anchor riding in front, Pitbull behind, all while my anger festers. The guilt rises inside me because I didn’t work hard enough to convince her to come back to the club with me, and that I didn’t kill that fucker when I had a chance at sixteen.

Two hours later, I chew my bottom lip as I storm into the outhouse, every eye coming my way.

“How’s Perrie?” Canine asks.

I reply, “All right. She’s asleep in my bed at home; Cass checked her over,” while keeping my eyes on Aiden, who is tied-down over the drain.

His face is fucked, but the evil in his eyes shines through.

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