Page 35 of Acid

I take a large swig, again the burn doing nothing, when a throat clears beside me. I turn but glower when I see Andrea in a little black dress, her face caked in makeup.

“You have five seconds to turn your plastic ass around and fuck off before I grab my gun and shoot you in the head,” I threaten.

Her eyes widen at my sneer as my uncle Canine walks over to me.

Thankfully, there is barely anyone in the clubhouse to witness me kill a woman without major just cause.

Andrea’s eyes tear up, but I don’t fall for it. The same glint she had in her eyes nearly three weeks ago is there.

“You heard my nephew,” Canine growls like one of the fucking dogs he trains.

Andrea swallows, her throat bobbing, finally realizing the situation she’s put herself in before she hands over a small square piece of paper.

I don’t move to pick it, and neither does Canine.

We’re not fucking stupid; we know exactly what she’s trying to imply, and when she sees I’m not going to touch it, she turns it over.

A picture of a baby sppears as she states, “I’m nearly three weeks pregnant….”

The scan shows a full fucking baby, and I’m not OB, but I’m pretty sure at three weeks, it looks like a fucking bean.

Canine scoffs while I tilt my head and say, “All right, I want a DNA test.”

Her eyes widen. “But-but?—”

I cut her off, “Let me guess, you thought you’d come here, and I’d make you my old lady, that I’d marry you because you’re showing me an ultrasound of a baby that’s further along than you are saying?”

She blinks. “Well, yes…. I’m pregnant with your baby, Acid; you need to take responsibility.”

I nod. “And I will if the DNA test comes back to prove it’s mine, but until then, I won’t be doing fuck all, including setting you up in an accommodation or giving you a cent.”

Her cheeks redden. “But your brother made Natalie his….”

I nod. “He did, but he also knew she had only been with him for three years, you, on the other hand, show up at the clubhouse and somehow ended up in my bed after I told you to fuck off. I also woke up with a condom on, an empty one at that. The whole night is fuzzy for me, so excuse me if I’m not willing to claim your nasty ass. Now, until you decide to do a DNA test, I don’t want to see your ass, so turn around and fuck off.”

Her breathing accelerates before she stomps her foot and storms out, leaving the scan photo.

“Acid, do you think she….” Canine’s words trail off, not wanting to say the words.

I shrug. “I don’t know, but if that baby really is mine, then I can kiss goodbye to any type of relationship with Perrie, including friendship, even if I was drugged….”

I down the rest of my whiskey and grab the scan photo that to me, looks like a fake, before storming out of the common room and down to the ring, Canine following.

I need a relief. I need to hit something because that bitch has just ruined my whole fucking life.

12

Perrie – One Month Later

I carefully pack my dad’s trophy belts from his old fighting days, my hands trembling as I lay them neatly in the bag before I grab one of his ties. I am not willing to lose it all, and I need some memories of him.

Swallowing back my tears, I head to the back of his shared closet with Mom, ignoring all her belongings. I gently pull on the long mirror, revealing the safe Mom has never been able to get into.

From the scratch marks, you can see she’s tried, though.

I roll my eyes and enter the code; the day I was born, then Cassidy’s, then my birth month, then hers, and then the year I was born before the click sounds, and I open it.

Today, I’m packing all the stuff I don’t want to see go to charity. My room and Cassidy’s are already empty. I put all her stuff in storage for when she finally returns—if she returns….

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