Page 63 of Acid

I sat with Perrie on my chest after Cass helped shower. Even after she fell asleep, I still didn’t move, needing her near me, and the only fucking reason I left her was because I knew this fucker needed killing.

He can’t hide any longer….

Aiden tilts his head and asks with a grin, “What are you going to do, son? You can’t kill me, and you know it.”

I smirk, knocking his grin off when I say, “Why, because Pamela will report you missing?”

Piston asks, “What’s our old social worker got to do with him going missing?”

Aiden’s nostrils flare, his breathing accelerating. He’s scared, and he should be.

I raise a brow at Aiden and say, “What? Thought I wouldn’t bring her up or what you did to me, that you’d be home in an hour, ‘Dad’?’”

“Now you listen to me—” he starts, but I speak over him loudly, “How about we share with the class what you forced your eleven-year-old son to do with the local social worker for money.”

His face pales, which is amazing to see, considering it’s covered in blood.

“No, don’t want to share with the class ‘Dad’?” I goad before looking at Piston, whose brows are furrowed.

Guilt fills me, knowing this is going to tear him apart, and I admit, “He pimped me out.” Piston stumbles back in shock, the room so quiet you can hear the panic in Aiden’s breathing. I continue, “Our lovely social worker took my virginity, and not with my consent.”

Steal steps forward and demands, “You were raped?”

I nod once and confirm, “Several times,” before I remove my cut, hand it to a shocked Medic, then remove my shirt and turn around. The brothers all suck in breaths as I state, “If I refused, I got cut.” I turn and sneer at Aiden, “Men would hold me down when I fought, the women loving it, and when they wanted to get fucked doggy, the men would force my hips to move by gripping my hips, including my own father.”

“How long?” Piston snaps, but I don’t look at him. Instead, I keep my eyes on Aiden and reluctantly admit, “It stopped after my fifteenth birthday.”

Everyone tenses as Piston growls, “After you started boxing?”

I nod and confirm, “Yeah.” I look his way. “Then, a year later, he tried to pimp you out, and I kicked the shit outta him for it. I became his drug mule to ensure you didn’t receive the same fate as me. I only stopped when you finally got out of his house.”

He stumbles into the wall, and I look back at Aiden, who sneers, “I should have just fucking killed you!”

I smirk. “Maybe you should have, but then all those people you allowed to rape me would have killed you because of the money you owed.”

I hear gagging and turn to see Piston vomiting, and I flinch before Canine runs past me shouting, “You mother fucking asshole!”

He lands a right hook in Aiden’s face before he grabs his knife and cuts off Aiden’s pinkie. Aiden screams as the knife pierces his cock, just as Canine is pulled away. Aiden is gasping for breath as his eyes stay on the knife between his legs. I look at my prez, who’s trying to look stoic, but the watery eyes looking back at me give him away.

“Two months, huh?” he croaks, and everyone looks my way again, finally understanding what I meant in church, while the brothers who aren’t officers look confused.

“What does he mean by two months, Ollie?” Canine demands, breathing heavily.

“There’s a facility in Mexico that helps people like me overcome trauma. I signed up last week, and I, fuck, I have to leave early tomorrow morning,” I admit, and Piston roars out before attacking our father, and no one stops him, just like no one stopped Canine until they thought he was going to kill him.

Only Piston won’t be pulled back.

We hear a snap, and Aiden screams in horror, his hand at an unnatural angle, before Piston stabs Canine’s knife into Aiden's right eye, twisting it, and causing blood to squirt.

“You hurt my brother, huh,” he growls as he pulls the knife out, and Aiden begs, “Kill me, please, just kill me,” but Piston doesn’t listen. We spend the next ten minutes watching as he tears Aiden’s body apart. Even after he takes his last breath, Piston continues, and no one stops him; we wait him out.

He finally drops the knife.

“All this time I resented you,” he rasps, and I flinch, “you never got less than me, you suffered so that I didn’t…. How many, Ollie?”

I swallow hard and look at Steal, who fists his hands, as I whisper, “Fifty-four.” Piston spins towards me in shock. “I remember every single one, because I killed them. One by one, over the years, I killed them all off…except for that fucker.” I point at a dismembered Aiden, “And Pamela.”

His nostrils flare. “You should have fucking told me, told the club!”

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