Page 50 of Acid

Acid

I tap my finger against the black wooden table, my eyes on my cousin on my father’s side, watching as he smirks, moving his hand between Brandy, a clubwhore’s, legs, her mouth open with pleasure.

I sneer at the fucker, disgusted to know we’re related as my conversation with Piston from yesterday, before Perrie beat the shit outta me, echoes in my mind….

“Don’t you think it’s odd that Hannah went missing at the same time as Aurora?”

I shake my head and reply, “No, I don’t. Hannah never wanted Axe, and as much as the brothers believed she trapped him for his cut, then had an abortion as soon as she got it, knowing Steal wouldn’t allow him to take the cut back, I don’t believe it. She was miserable with him, Eli, and I believe she only told him about the pregnancy out of duty not realizing how bad he was….”

Brandy moans, faking an orgasm, bringing up flashbacks from my childhood just as Steal walks into the room and snaps, “It’s four in the fucking afternoon. You want to get off, take her to your room, Axe. You know the rules, and I’m telling you now, this is your last fucking warning.”

Axe flinches at Steal's cold tone while I tilt my head, watching him and the hate in his eyes.

“You thinking the same as me?” Piston asks as he sits beside me, putting a cup of coffee before me.

“Thanks,” I say as I pick the drink up, then reply, “Yeah, I am. He had something to do with Aurora going missing and the fact he denied being the last one to see her, that he apparently never went to her house….”

I take a sip of the drink, watching Axe glare at our prez as Brandy whispers in his ear.

“Yet I can’t fucking find anything, Acid. It’s like she fucking vanished,” Piston growls, and I nod.

Both Hannah, Axe’s old lady, and Aurora are missing. Instead of acting heartbroken over his woman's disappearance, he’s getting off with the clubwhores, not helping to find her or Aurora, who he claimed to see as a sister.

“Watch him like a fucking hawk, Piston. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was working with Aiden, and let’s ensure he doesn’t find out that we have footage of him leaving her house,” I say coldly.

He replies, “Don’t worry, I am, and he won’t know a thing. Prez is aware of everything; we’ll catch the fucker.”

Axe grabs Brandy’s hand, her light brown eyes lighting up as he drags her upstairs to his room.

He’s more like my father than I fucking realized. The moment he saw Piston and me becoming officers, his true colors started coming through, and he became salty.

“Right, I’m going to head out, spend some time with Cooper before he goes back to his dad’s; that fucker won’t leave the clubhouse until noon tomorrow now,” Piston says as he knocks on the table with his knuckles, then stands.

I don’t want to do this, but I know Perrie won’t talk to me until she sees proof.

“Before you go,” I rasp, keeping my eyes trained on the staircase, hating I’m about to ask this, “I need you to go through the cameras for me, but keep it between us….”

I feel him tense, but again, I keep my eyes trained on the stairs. “Alright, what day?” he asks when he realizes I won’t look at him.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding, and I rasp, “Eleven weeks ago, roughly….”

Slowly, Piston takes a seat, but I don’t look at him even as he asks, “And what exactly am I looking for, Ollie?”

I chew my bottom lip, my breathing heavy, before I look at my little brother. My eyes race between his, and I admit, “Andrea following me to my room after she spiked my drink.”

He slumps back in shock, his eyes wide, and he questions, “She drugged and raped you?”

I flinch at his words, him not knowing exactly what they do to me, and I choke, “I don’t know if we did fuck. I have flashbacks where sex isn’t involved, but when I woke up, I had a condom on, but it was empty. I told her to leave before I went to my room, but somehow she ended up in my bed.”

He leans forward, his eyes blazing with anger as he demands, “Why in the fuck did you not come to me straight away!”

I shake my head and ask, “And say what, Eli, that she somehow managed to bring drugs into the club? That I was drugged, that I was potentially raped?”

“Yes!” he shouts, causing the common room to quiet before I feel several eyes on us, and I sigh.

“Problem?” Canine asks, and I look at him to see Steal and Anchor standing by. I glare at Piston.

He shakes his head at me, not at all deterred, as he snaps, “Yeah, there fucking is!”

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