Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I rolled my eyes and walked past him. If the clubs kept making deals with the cops, the clubs were going to go down. Someone was eventually going to rat us all out. I had tried telling Travis that, but he never listened to me. I was just a patch—one without a voice.
I walked out to the truck and slid into the backseat. Cole got into the driver's side, and his mom slid into the passenger seat. "Your bike is still at the hospital," Katie told Cole.
He grunted but didn't respond. I was sensing some serious tension between them. It was fucking strong.
"Drop me off at the club house on your way to the hospital," I said to Cole. I didn’t want to be in here any longer than I had to. Cole and his mother obviously had some issues between them, and I didn’t want to be around if they started arguing.
Cole glanced at me in the rearview mirror but didn't reply. However, he did as I told him to. When I got into the club house, Dad and Travis were sitting at a table together. Travis was looking through some papers. I walked over, and Travis looked up at me. "I was wondering when you were finally going to show up here," he said to me.
"Cole got locked up. I went to the station to release him." I nodded to the papers in his hands. "What's that?"
"Cops are suspicious of the money we make,” Dad muttered, glaring at the papers as Travis tossed them down onto the table. “I've got to find a way to balance out the books to make it seem like all of our money comes from the garage."
I grabbed a chair and dragged it over to the table, taking a seat beside him. I was over what happened a few days ago. Besides, even if I was still pissed off, I would have still sat down to help him because I needed to learn how to do this. After all, I was about to be the VP of both clubs.
Maybe—if everything didn’t get fucked up before then.
Cole
I pulled off of the club grounds once Amelia made it inside. To say that it was awkward with my mom in the truck was an understatement. She knew I was still angry with her. The only reason she hadn't opened her mouth yet was because she didn't want to bring out our issues in front of Amelia.
"Cole, you can't still be pissed off at me, can you?" she asked.
I clenched the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white from my grip. "Yes, I am still pissed off,” I snapped at her. “Amelia got injured that night, and you dragged the clubs into unwanted business. Now, Amelia has been beaten and raped, and it's most likely retaliation for what she did per your goddamn orders. I have every fucking right to be pissed off."
"Well, you don't need to let your anger get in the way of what's best for the club, Cole."
I shot a glare at her. "Maybe you should have thought about that before you fucking sent Amelia out to do the job of the clubs!" I roared at her. She flinched back from me. I sucked in a deep breath, but it did nothing to help me. "For fuck's sake, Mom, don't you get it?! Dad has always let you off easy, and he may have this time, too, but I'll be fucking damned if I allow you to get off easy with me. You not only put the clubs at risk by going behind everyone’s backs, but you've also put the only girl I've ever cared about in direct danger. Until you can admit that what the fuck you did was wrong, you need to stay the fuck away from me, and stay the fuck away from Amelia!” I roared at the end.
I pulled the truck into a parking space at the hospital and got out. I had to get the fuck away from her. Just being in her presence alone was enough to make me lose control. I hated having to actually fucking listen to her bullshit.
I straddled my bike and started it up, spinning out of the hospital parking lot and taking off for the clubhouse. I was going to drink hard tonight. Once I was good and drunk, I was going to find some club bunny and hopefully quench all this rage.
I'd love to fuck Amelia, but I wasn't in the mood to watch how rough I was being; I'd never be able to live with myself if I hurt her. Besides, she just got raped. Her body was in no condition to be having sex. And honestly, her mind probably wasn’t either.
When I got to the club house, I walked inside and found Amelia in a heated conversation with my dad. Luke was standing beside Amelia. They didn't look to be arguing; the conversation just looked really serious. I grabbed a beer from behind the bar and walked over. "What's going on?" I asked.