Chapter 11

11

Acid – A Few Days Later

“Fuck you are so big, baby, so big….”

I squeeze my handlebars as Andrea’s voice echoes in my mind, mixing with the horrors of my childhood.

“Just lie still, Oliver, and let me do all the work….”

I close my eyes, trying to breathe through the panic hitting me.

It’s been nearly four days, and not only have I been hiding out from Perrie, but I still don’t remember how in the fuck I ended up in bed with Andrea.

I’ll get flashbacks, but they are blurry and hazy.

I will the memories away, needing a break. I open my eyes and look into the diner’s window. The place is packed like always, the staff rushing around, but my eyes lock only on one figure, and guilt knocks me when I see her avoiding the part of the counter I had her on.

I know I shouldn’t have left her the way I did, but I didn’t know how else to handle the situation.

I finally got the girl I’ve always wanted, the girl who put me in my place, only to realize I had tainted her. I dragged my dirt over her perfectly tanned skin, and then I woke up next to her friend a week later….

Sighing, I climb off my bike and head inside. I need to review the rosters and look at the books, which means I can’t hide from Perrie. I have to face her wrath, and I deserve everything she throws at me.

I just hope I don’t lose her….

The bell dings as I open the door before I lock eyes with the ones I sometimes, if I’m lucky, see in my dreams.

“Morning, Tinker,” I rasp.

She blinks a few times as I take in her features but I frown when I notice a cut on her brow. Before I can question her, though, she turns, heading to the back table, and I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

I deserved that, I know it, she knows it, fuck, probably everyone in here would know it if they knew what I did.

Shaking my head at the hurt I feel, that I deserve to feel, I walk toward the back where my office is, knowing she won’t want to see me out here working.

“Hey, what’s up with you and boss man? I thought you two were friends,” I hear Prudence say as I get halfway into the mouth of the corridor, and I swallow hard at Perrie’s, replied, “Acid and I were never friends.”

Damn….

I groan and stretch before checking the clock and notice I’ve been sitting in here for three hours, my stomach grumbling; I missed lunch.

I also have half an hour until Perrie finishes her shift. Fuck.

Logging out of the laptop and placing the paperwork in the safe, I head into the diner, hoping she’ll give me five minutes just to hear me out, to explain that I just want to be friends, well I don’t, I want more, but she deserves better.

I look around the diner and notice most of the lunch crowd is gone, Prudence is absent, most likely on her break, and Perrie is sitting at the end of the counter counting receipts.

I take a deep breath and walk over to her. I notice her tense, but she doesn’t stop what she’s doing.

“Hey, Tinker,” I say and lean on the counter, but she ignores me, and I clear my throat, not giving up. “Have you got a minute?”

Again, she ignores me.

“Perrie, please. I just want to talk…” I try again, but she continues to act like I’m not here as she continues counting the receipts. I swallow hard, hating that this is what we’ve become after I finally got her back to how we used to be.

“Tinker, you can’t keep ignoring me; I’m your boss,” I try a different approach.

“I’m only here because Hammer added a clause in my contract, which I stupidly signed without reading through properly. If you wanna fire me, then please do; you'll be doing me a favor,” she finally speaks, but the coldness in her voice hurts so fucking bad. She tilts her head my way. “If I had my way, I’d never look at you again because all I see is you and Andrea screwing a week after you took me on this counter.”

No, no, no, no….

My mouth parts in shock and my breathing quickens, but she ignores me and picks up the paperwork, before going to the back of the diner and sitting at one of the booths, leaving me frozen.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and then slowly push into her, groaning in her mouth as her walls flutter around me.

My eyes go to the part of the counter I took her on, and I squeeze my hands into fists. Her moans deafening me, the memory of her in my arms making my body shiver.

“Yes, Acid, please, keep that cock of yours hard; let me lower down on you, baby,” Andrea moans.

Sweat starts to build, and I storm out of the diner without looking back, vomit building.

“You’re her favorite, Oliver, it’s why she keeps coming back,” Aiden states as he ties my hands behind my back. “It doesn’t matter that you nearly killed her; she wants you, and she can have you for a large sum, of course….”

I manage to get behind the dumpster next to the diner before I bend over and throw up, all the fluids I’ve had today coming up as I realize that I’ve lost the woman I love.

Two Weeks Later

I slowly spin the glass on the bar, my eyes on the liquor as it swirls.

I’ve been at the diner every shift Perrie has been working, trying to get her to speak to me, to at least shout at me, but I’ve had nothing but silence.

She doesn’t even look my way.

I lock my jaw before picking the glass up and downing the whiskey, the fluid burning my throat but doing nothing to help fill the emptiness I feel deep inside.

The feeling that drowns me.

I thought the formal yet flat persona I got from her these past four years was bad, but now, the complete silence, I feel like I can’t fucking breathe.

I still can’t remember what happened that night, and no matter how hard I try, it’s still all fucking fuzzy.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the bitch roofied me, but the hang-arounds are searched before they enter the clubhouse. I mean, I could still ask Piston to look into it, being the tech genius he is, but then that would mean telling him what happened.

I’m not ready for that just yet….

Sighing, I lift my hand to Killian, and he nods back without any judgment, grabbing the whiskey bottle before pouring a healthy amount into the glass.

The prospects are used to me drinking now.

I take a large swig, again the burn doing nothing, when a throat clears beside me. I turn but glower when I see Andrea in a little black dress, her face caked in makeup.

“You have five seconds to turn your plastic ass around and fuck off before I grab my gun and shoot you in the head,” I threaten.

Her eyes widen at my sneer as my uncle Canine walks over to me.

Thankfully, there is barely anyone in the clubhouse to witness me kill a woman without major just cause.

Andrea’s eyes tear up, but I don’t fall for it. The same glint she had in her eyes nearly three weeks ago is there.

“You heard my nephew,” Canine growls like one of the fucking dogs he trains.

Andrea swallows, her throat bobbing, finally realizing the situation she’s put herself in before she hands over a small square piece of paper.

I don’t move to pick it, and neither does Canine.

We’re not fucking stupid; we know exactly what she’s trying to imply, and when she sees I’m not going to touch it, she turns it over.

A picture of a baby sppears as she states, “I’m nearly three weeks pregnant….”

The scan shows a full fucking baby, and I’m not OB, but I’m pretty sure at three weeks, it looks like a fucking bean.

Canine scoffs while I tilt my head and say, “All right, I want a DNA test.”

Her eyes widen. “But-but?—”

I cut her off, “Let me guess, you thought you’d come here, and I’d make you my old lady, that I’d marry you because you’re showing me an ultrasound of a baby that’s further along than you are saying?”

She blinks. “Well, yes…. I’m pregnant with your baby, Acid; you need to take responsibility.”

I nod. “And I will if the DNA test comes back to prove it’s mine, but until then, I won’t be doing fuck all, including setting you up in an accommodation or giving you a cent.”

Her cheeks redden. “But your brother made Natalie his….”

I nod. “He did, but he also knew she had only been with him for three years, you, on the other hand, show up at the clubhouse and somehow ended up in my bed after I told you to fuck off. I also woke up with a condom on, an empty one at that. The whole night is fuzzy for me, so excuse me if I’m not willing to claim your nasty ass. Now, until you decide to do a DNA test, I don’t want to see your ass, so turn around and fuck off.”

Her breathing accelerates before she stomps her foot and storms out, leaving the scan photo.

“Acid, do you think she….” Canine’s words trail off, not wanting to say the words.

I shrug. “I don’t know, but if that baby really is mine, then I can kiss goodbye to any type of relationship with Perrie, including friendship, even if I was drugged….”

I down the rest of my whiskey and grab the scan photo that to me, looks like a fake, before storming out of the common room and down to the ring, Canine following.

I need a relief. I need to hit something because that bitch has just ruined my whole fucking life.