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Bile hits again when I notice blood on my hands. I quickly grab the rag I have on the passenger seat of my car and wipe my hands, then throw it out of the window as I roar off, feeling alone.
Empty and alone.
7
Acid – Age Twenty-Six
“Keep him still!” the woman snaps as a guy tries to restrain me from behind, keeping my arms behind my back.
I continue to struggle, not wanting her mouth near me, but she grip’s my ass and takes my dick in her mouth, and vomit rises, the urge to throw up choking me.
She takes me to the back of her throat, and shame hits when I harden, not able to stop it, and she moans, happy for my body’s reaction.
My eyes tear up, and I thrash harder only to make her gag, and she moans louder before she scrapes her teeth along my dick.
“If you don’t start acting like you like it, boy, then I’m going to fuck your ass,” the man whispers from behind me before he licks behind my ear. “We’ve paid Daddy a lot of money for this….”
I gasp, sitting up and breathing hard as sweat covers my body, and I squeeze my fists in the sheets.
Fuck, fuck, fuck….
I take deep breaths, trying to push the nightmare back, knowing those two fuckers are buried near the docks as I look at the clock.
Six in the morning.
I swallow hard and throw the sheets off, knowing I won’t get back to sleep. I head to my en-suite, trying to clear my mind. I turn the shower on as hot as possible before removing my boxers, and climbing in. Then, without a thought, I stand underneath the spray, pressing my palms to the shower wall as I squeeze my eyes tight, allowing the heat to burn my skin, to burn away their touch.
I expect to see their faces, the people Aiden allowed to…fuck, to rape me, and I brace myself, knowing I’m going to punch the shit outta the shower wall, but instead, I see a pair of light blue eyes I could stare into for hours.
Loneliness hits me.
I miss her. I miss her laugh, her sly smile before she knocks me on my ass, the way she’d do a little dance when she got a move right.
Fuck, I miss the way she’d run up to me for a hug, the only person I have ever allowed to touch my back and sides.
I’d give anything to be the kind of man that could make her mine, but I can’t.
When she kissed me six years ago, the urge to pull her to me hit me hard, her lips quieting everything around me within seconds, but then I remembered her age and my filth. Since then, she has barely said two words to me despite working at the same diner. Even though Hammer is off riding with his old lady, he’s doing everything he can to ensure Perrie continues to work there until she gets a job with her degree in business, just to keep her close.
To the club, she’s family, even if she didn’t invite any of us brothers to her graduation. Her mom came into the diner to demand tickets before Perrie shocked us all, announcing she wasn’t walking, and to let it fucking go.
Taking a deep breath, I grab my washcloth and pour shower gel on it before scrubbing my body. I have road maps to go through before calculating the accounting books at the diner, which will hopefully distract me until Perrie shows up for work at lunchtime.
Someone’s stealing from us, at least a grand a month, and I need to double-check before bringing my brother in to triple-check. Then we’ll take it to church.
I wouldn’t put it past Perrie doing it so that we’d fire her.
An hour later, I’m at the counter, working, counting down the minutes until Perrie gets here.
“Another coffee?” Prudence asks, getting my attention. I frown as her eyes eat up my cut.
“Yeah,” I answer flatly.
She grins, pouring some into my empty cup. I thank her but then go back to work, dismissing her. She huffs and stomps away, clearly not getting the attention she wants, but I ignore her and scowl at the figures before me.
Fuck me, this can’t be right….
A few minutes later, I feel Perrie come in, my body always in tune with hers. I guess that’s what happens when you fall in love with your best friend-turned-stranger. I see her grabbing several menus to refill the holder near the door, and I clear my throat.