Page 81 of Acid

He grins. “I don’t give a fuck because you’re mine, sweetheart, you always have been.” He rubs his thumb over my tears. “I want you to see someone, Tinker, to help unravel your past, your trauma.” I open my mouth to decline, but he kisses me to silence my words, then mumbles against my lips, “I think it would do you good, Tinker, just like it has for me. It made me realize you are my reason to heal. Give it a go, and if you hate it, I’ll ask Nat to be your go-to listener, but honestly, I think you’ll flourish with professional help.”

My eyes race between his, and I see his sincerity. He really does believe this would do me good.

“You’ll go with me?” I ask, and he nips my bottom lip as I feel his member twitch beneath me, making my stomach clench.

I may be sore, but not sore enough not to have him again.

“I’ll be at every single session, and whether that’s in the room or the waiting area, I will always be there for you,” he promises, and more tears fall.

Giving him a slight nod in agreement, he grins and kisses me hard before rolling us so I’m underneath him, and his member slides into my entrance with ease, my walls fluttering as he bottoms out.

I gasp, breaking the kiss, and he grins. “Now that we’ve got the serious stuff outta the way, I believe it’s time to convince you to move in with me….”

My eyes widen in shock before he pulls out of me, only leaving the tip in, then slams forward, making me gasp then moan as his lips press against mine, and all thinking stops, only him and his body centering me.

My tongue meets his as his hips move soft and slow, sending delicious shivers over my body.

We make up for lost time, not leaving the bed for the whole day. After that, he does as he said he would, moving me in while I was working, like the jackass he is, though he ismyjackass.

We’re two broken people who have come together, healing each other, and I’m a lucky woman who gets to call him mine.

29

Acid – Two Days Later

“There are two thousand rounds of bullets, a hundred shotguns, thirty pistols, ten revolvers, two submachine guns, and three hundred and forty different types of rifles ranging from sniper, assault, and marksmen,” I say as I read off my notes. “Harry and Webster will take the van to the docks with Anchor, Pitbull, and Buzz. I’ve mapped out the route for you, but instead of meeting the Rebels in Wincher, they’ve agreed to meet on the border of New York to mix things up.” I look at Steal and say, “Apparently, they’ve got a mole.”

His eyes darken, but he nods as Anchor asks, “You’re not coming on this one?”

I shake my head and say, “No. I kept up with the drop-offs and the docks while I was in Mexico, but I’m still not back full-time just yet. I’m still doing my therapy, and Perrie has agreed to see someone as well.”

The brothers all bang on the table, and I smile a little.

“Alright, so you shouldn’t be gone for more than a day, depending on traffic, but I have cold run the routes, so they’re mainly country roads, keeping off police radar,” I report.

Piston speaks up, “After this drop, we’re looking at $250,000 profit. It’s the biggest drop we’ve done so far.”

The brothers bang the table again, and I chuckle.

Steal bangs the gavel, then looks my way. Concern etches in his gray eyes, and I sigh. “I’m alright.”

He nods once. “But you’re back two weeks early and, don’t get me wrong, we’re all fucking happy to have you back,” the brothers all nod in agreement, “but two weeks early, Acid.”

I smile at him and admit, “As I said on the phone, Prez, the therapist insisted I return as an outpatient. I needed Perrie, plain and simple, and Canine needed me, his family, to rally around him after Aunt Holly passed. I wouldn’t have been able to stay away. Besides, the more I opened up, the more I pictured Perrie in my nightmares. After a long discussion with the therapist because, like you, I was concerned, he helped me realize that being here with her will help me heal, and honestly, the last three nights have been the best nights’ sleep I’ve had in years, and you want to know why?”

Anchor speaks up, “Because Perrie was in your arms.”

I nod. “Exactly.” I sit forward. “I had a session yesterday, and I didn’t wake up sweating or screaming, and I didn’t want to vomit. So, when I tell you I’m alright, I am. I’m just not ready to ride out for a day and be away from Perrie yet. It’ll set me back, fuck, it will setherback; we’re both finally healing together, and she hasn’t even gone to The Fight.”

Steal nods. “But as soon as you feel like you’re struggling….”

I smile. “I’ll let you know straight away, I promise.” He nods again. I look around the table, all the brothers looking at me with pride, making my chest tighten before I say, “I want a vote….”

They all tense up, but Piston grins wide and points at me. “You’re making her your old lady, aren’t you?”

Everyone looks at me expectantly, and I grin wide before grabbing the ring out of my cut. I place the white gold band with a rose-shaped diamond on top of the table, and every brother starts banging on the table in unison, shouting “Aye!” before Steal even asks, making me chuckle.

I look at Steal, whose grin is fucking wide as he grabs something from behind him and chucks the box on the table, stating, “I had this ordered when you patched in. She was always yours, Acid.”

---