Page 29 of Acid

I need to let her go. I need her to hate me so that what happened last week doesn’t happen again.

But if she hates you, she’ll want nothing to do with you, a voice whispers in the back of my head and, suddenly, I feel like I can’t breathe.

Fuck.

I take a bigger sip of my scotch, enjoying the burning sensation while ignoring the party going on behind me before someone sits down next to me.

I hear a sniffle and silently groan because I really can’t be fucking bothered with drama tonight.

The woman sniffles again when I don’t look her way, but she does it again. Rolling my eyes, I huff before turning, ready to tell her to fuck off especially when I see it’s Andrea.

I raise a brow at her as she wipes away her tears before I notice her outfit. Instantly, I know she’s about to create some sob story, hoping I’ll fall for it.

Fuck’s sake, she’s putting the clubwhores to shame with the bra and a short skirt, where you can see her dark blue G-string.

A cheer echoes behind me, and I turn to see that despite the party in the background, the game is on. I snort at the five brothers surrounding the TV, ignoring the hang-arounds who’re all sulking.

“Acid…” Andrea hiccups, and I roll my eyes again and turn toward her.

I raise a brow and state, “Whatever bullshit you're about to spill, save it. You’re dressed like a clubwhore, giving them a run for their money, hoping to get my attention because, for some reason, in your fucked up head, you want everything Perrie does. Now, I heard her mom had an affair, and I’m guessing that was with your dad; why else would you always be around her mom? And now you’re trying to take the man she loves, and it’s not going to happen, so do yourself a favor and fuck off.”

Her bright blue eyes harden, and I snort, turning back to my drink.

I know Perrie loves me—that’s a given because I love her, too, but my past, what I went through, and what I did to make sure it didn’t happen to Piston, is consuming, and I won’t allow it to taint her any further, even if I feel like I’m dying inside.

Andrea sniffles, putting the act back on, ignoring my words, and cries, “Perrie, she-she’s barely there for her mom, and she snapped at her. She needs help, Piston. She’s not the same since her dad died.”

I roll my eyes and state, “You mean when she found out her mom strayed from her kind, caring father?” I stand and down my drink before slamming the glass on the bar and looking at her. I furrow my brows at the glint in her eyes before saying, “Turn around and leave. You’re not welcome here, Andrea, and stay the fuck away from Perrie, or you’ll regret it.”

That said, I walk toward the officers’ rooms. I do have a blue two-story house on club land, not that far from Piston’s log house, but I just can’t be bothered to drive home.

I clear my throat as I get to my door. My mouth is suddenly dry, and dizziness overtakes me. I grab hold of the door frame.

Fuck….

I blink several times as I try to get my door open before stumbling inside.

I close the door behind me, not aware that I left it unlocked, and stumble to my bed, my eyes blurry. I remove my cut, placing it on the bedside table—or at least I think I do—and undo my jeans before climbing into bed, the room spinning.

I try to move sideways to grab my phone and call Medic because I think I’ve been fucking drugged, but blackness covers me.

“Come on, Acid, get hard for me, baby,” a whiny voice whispers.

I groan, blinking my eyes, but everything is blurry, dizziness taking me.

Fuck, the room is spinning….

I feel someone tugging on my cock and I try to shove them away before blackness hits me again.

“That’s it, I knew you wanted me,” the voice says again before she snaps, “No, fucking stay hard!”

Bile rises in my throat, and I blink, trying to wake up when I feel a hand move up and down my cock. It doesn’t twitch, and blackness takes hold again, my nightmares taking over, at least,I thinkthey’re nightmares….

“I swear to fucking God, Acid; you will get hard; I fucking mean it. You are mine. I wanted you from the moment I saw you. Perrie didn’t deserve you. She’s a spoiled bitch. Daddy wanted Trudy, I know he did, but she chose Perrie, which means I’ve lost my lavish lifestyle, and now, I’m taking everything from her!”

Nausea hits as I groan, blinking my eyes. My head pounds, my mouth dry.

Fuck me, what happened?