Page 18 of Acid

I nod towards them. “Is it just me, or does Perrie look ready to deck her?”

He looks over just as we hear Perrie’s, “No, I don’t have time to take off. Some of us have to work, Andrea,” before she walks away from her “friend”, who scowls, and I narrow my eyes.

“Now, what in the fuck is going on with Perrie, and I don’t mean just because her dad died? I know that was tough on her; I mean, she and Cass split his ashes without allowing their mom any. Cass had spread her half under Brooklyn Bridge where he used to take them for picnics, she mourned, but Perrie, she’s been, I don’t know…. Even before Cass left, she’s been harder, maybe?”

Andrea storms past us, and we watch as she stomps out of the diner, slamming the glass door before I admit, “Perrie kissed me at the funeral, and I pushed her back. She hasn’t been the same since, and then Cassidy left, and it was like she was a different person.” I look at Steal, who winces.

“I can understand why you knocked her back, with your past and her being sixteen at the time, but that doesn’t explain the coldness.”

I shrug, looking her way again. I murmur, “I know, but I just can’t figure out what happened between us. I know I miss her, and I also know she won’t come out of her hard shell until Cassidy returns or until she at least hears from her.”

“She won’t come back, though, will she, because I threatened to kill her,” Steal whispers, then curses, realizing he’s the reason for the cold silence between the two sisters who lost a big part of themselves with their father dying so suddenly.

I nod. “If you can threaten to kill the woman you claimed to love, what’s stopping you from threatening her family you claimed as your own?”

Steal groans, dropping his head, and I sigh, going back to the books, allowing him to, yet again, silently beat himself for not getting the whole story.

“Hey gorgeous, you clocking off for your break?” I hear a few minutes later, and both Steal and I look over to the over side of the counter, and I see fucking red.

I go to stand, seeing the guy standing way too fucking close to Perrie, but freeze when she smirks at him and gently grips his tie, because, of course, the fucker is in a suit.

Perrie bites her lip seductively as she replies, “Actually, I just started by break…” before she drags him to the back as his eyes eat her up.

I go to follow because, like fuck am I allowing her to fuck some guy in the back of the fucking diner, but Steal grabs my arm, and I glare at him.

He winces. “I’m sorry, brother, but this isn’t the first time this guy has come into the diner, and they’ve disappeared, before he leaves looking happy. Piston looked into him, his name is Coby Richards, and he’s currently in law school, working part-time at Tim’s law office.” My body shakes with fury, and I go to move again, needing to kill the fucker, but Steal’s grip tightens, and he murmurs, “You knocked her back, you fuck the whores. Don’t be a hypocrite, Oliver. You have made it clear a commitment is not on the cards for you.” I grit my teeth as he stands and picks up my folders before stating, “Let’s ride….”

I watch the hallway for a few more minutes before I storm out of the diner, the glass cracking in the door when I slam it, but I ignore it as Steal curses.

Climbing on my Harley, the first thing I bought with the wages I got from the club, I grab my shades. I fight the urge to smash up the diner before revving my bike, and speeding off.

Hours later, I’m barely listening as a meeting is going on around me.

“Yeah, so the security is ready for the run; Acid and I spent a few hours checking everything. He planned the route while I went through the cameras on the road, ensuring nothing can go wrong,” Piston says, in Treasurer mode, as he reads from his notes, but I ignore him and everyone while eyeing the sword in the tree carved into the oval table in church.

I should be paying attention. I’m Road Captain now, which means I need to stayen pointe, but all I can think of is Perrie in that back room at the diner with that fucker’s hands all over her.

Steal and I rode for about three hours before we came back to the compound for church, and it still didn’t help my rage, my fucking jealousy, knowinghegets to have her when I can’t.

“Good, I’ll give Snake a call and ensure the Devils are all ready to meet halfway,” Steal states, and the brothers murmur in agreement.

Snake is the president of the Devil’s MC, a club we affiliate with, along with the Untamed Hell Fire’s MC, whose old ladies are fucking crazy, and the Rebels.

We run ammo and guns, earning big bucks while also participating in fun runs to raise money for local hospitals, women's shelters, and anyone needing help.

Club life isn’t dull, that’s for sure.

“Acid, have you chosen who will be going on this run?” Steal questions, and I blink, looking at him.

He gives me a sympathetic nod, and I clear my throat and state, “Anchor, Bulldozer, and the two prospects, Kaz and Andrews.” Everyone nods just as an idea hits, and without blinking, I demand, “I also want to put it up for a vote that fucking in the diner is banned. If caught, you lose your job; it’s a place for families and food, not women screaming in the back.”

Steal smirks but rubs his hand over his mouth to hide it, while the brothers look at me, confused.

“All in favor?” Steal asks without bothering to go into detail. The brothers shrug but agree, and he bangs his gavel on the table. “Alright, we’ll inform the employees at the next staff meeting in two days.”

I nod, trying not to sigh in relief, but Steal sees the look on my face and snorts, coughing to cover it. I rub my cheek with my middle finger. Piston raises a brow, catching our exchange, but I just act nonchalant.

The door to church opens. Steal glares at the prospect, Paul, who doesn’t look to be getting his brother cut any time soon, and demands, “Since when do prospects barge into fucking church!?”

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