Page 39 of Acid

Okay, that whole “I can’t live without my brother” shit? Starting to regret thinking that.

They talk amongst themselves, and Steal grabs my arm to stop me from walking over to them, from yanking her out of his hold, my jealousy pulling me hard.

“Acid,” Steal mumbles, and I shake my head.

“I know I have no right to feel this way, but fuck….” My words trail off as the door opens again and Cassidy walks in.

I’m grabbing Steal, who glares at me this time, but I just smirk.

Payback’s a bitch….

“Fuck,” Steal whispers, and I look to see Perrie slowly walking over to a tearful Cass. “Is this, fuck me, is this the first time they’re seeing each other?”

I go to speak, but instead, my mouth hangs open as Perrie slaps her sister hard across the face.

He repeats, “Fuck….”

“That’s on you,” I mutter to my prez.

He replies, “Prick,” under his breath just as Cassidy takes Perrie into her arms, holding her tightly, and my heart stumbles as the girl I gave it to breaks, her sobs echoing in the room.

I swallow hard, my hands fisted.

So much fucking pain is pouring from her, and I can’t do fuck all.

Andrea is still making waves, demanding to be made my old lady, threatening to go straight to Perrie if I don’t, and I can’t fucking slice her throat because she might actually be pregnant.

It’s not the kid's fault its mom is a crazy bitch.

I watch as Cassidy grips her sister in her arms as she looks at Piston and rasps, “Natalie’s surgery was a success, and her tests are still showing positive for pregnancy.” Fuck! “The next forty-eight hours are critical, and there is still a chance she could lose the baby. She, uh, she’s in an induced coma to help her heal.”

Piston nods, his body taut.

He made Nat his old lady when he was adamant about not settling down—she’d found out she was pregnant after they both called it quits as they agreed. A few weeks later, she claimed the test was false, and he accused her of being a patch chaser for years, only to find out she was, in fact, pregnant but lost the baby when our fucking father slammed her against her car. She kept it from him so he didn’t blame himself, and now, despite refusing to have any other children, she’s pregnant again, and could lose it.

And it will destroy her.

“Let me take you to her,” Cass says, and Piston nods, following as she guides Perrie out of the waiting room, keeping her arm wrapped around her where mine should be.

Steal tries to follow, but I grip his arm.

“She didn’t even look at me,” he complains, full of anger and hurt.

I sigh and reply, “You held a gun to her head and threatened to kill her if she didn’t leave town, ensuring she was scared for her sister’s safety, meaning today was the first time they’ve had any communication in four years. What the fuck do you expect, Steal?”

He growls, ripping his arm out of my grip before he runs his hands through his hair with frustration, and reminds me, “A brother is dead, a brother whose blood coated her clothes.”

I nod. “I know, Steal, but even you realize that you handled the situation wrong. You never even asked for her side of things. You believed Faith, the girl working for your patch, within seconds, instead of the girl you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.”

I shake my head as he drops his.

“Natalie is lying in a bed unconscious; there’s a chance she could lose her baby—another one, at the hands of my father. Piston is a wreck, Perrie won’t even fucking look at me, and I have shit hanging over my head fromthat bitch. Let’s get everything fucking sorted, and bring the Killers to their knees, then we’ll try and figure out how to get Cass to speak to you, to explain her side of things finally.” I look at him and murmur, “Maybe she can hold a gun to your head to even things out a little.”

His head shoots up, and he stares daggers at me and sneers, “She’d probably fucking pull the trigger and claim Nat bumped into her….”

I grin and admit, “But that would mean Nat will be here, with her clumsy ass….”

And clumsy she is. Only a few weeks ago, she fucking knocked Piston’s bike over, and don’t get me started on paint covering her from head to toe or the bruises she always has.

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