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 stared at the Bloody Royals emblem over Cole’s bed and squeezed my eyes closed. “Cole, I know what this looks like, but you’re terribly wrong,” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear me.
“Then fucking tell me,” he ground out, grabbing my hand and swinging me around to face him. My eyes flashed open to meet his cold ones. “Don’t fucking beat around the bush, Amelia.”
My hands were shaking. A tear slid down my cheek as I dropped my eyes to the floor. “He wants me to tell you that I taste as good as I look,” I whispered.
Cole’s body went rigid, his hand tightening around my own. I slowly raised my head to look at him. After a moment, he shook his head slowly. “Amelia, don’t tell me that he’s . . . Fuck, please tell me that you fucked him willingly.”
The fact that Cole wanted me to fuck him of my own accord instead of being raped . . . it just about fucking broke me.
I slowly shook my head no, a couple more tears slipping down my cheeks. “H-He raped me,” I choked out, my voice breaking. “He fucking raped me.”
Cole wrapped his arm around me tightly. “Fuck, Amelia, I’ll handle this; I promise. He won’t get away with hurting you, and he won’t ever do it again.”
I stepped away from him, shaking my head. “I can’t allow you to do that, Cole. He wants a war. You can’t give him what he wants. You have to promise me you won’t do anything and that you won’t tell the clubs.”
“Are you fucking insane?!” he roared, throwing his arms up in the air. “He’s not getting away with this, Amelia!”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Cole, please,” I begged, my eyes pleading with him not to do what he wanted. “This will send everyone on a rampage. You can’t do this to the clubs.”
He stepped toward me and gripped my chin in his hand, but his touch was gentle even though he was seething with anger. “I’m the mother fucking VP, Amelia. I play a part in calling the shots. I will be telling the clubs about what happened to you. I don’t give a fuck what you have to say about it or how you feel about it. I’m not going to fucking let this go unpunished.”
I yanked my chin out of his grasp and glared at him. “Fine, but when the clubs get fucked up because of this, just remember I fucking told you so,” I spat at him.
I stormed out of his room, slamming his door shut behind me.
Cole
I sipped my beer, waiting for my dad to finish counting the money he had gotten from the run. He slid me my share, and his eyes met mine. “Cole, tell me what’s wrong,” he ordered.
I set my beer down and glared down at it. “Is it that obvious?” I muttered.
“Yeah. Now, what’s on your mind?” he demanded again.
I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back in my chair. “Round up the boys. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I got up and went to Amelia’s room. I found her lying on her back, doing something on her phone. “Come on, Amelia.”
She glared up at me. “I’m not moving from this bed. Fuck off.”
Why the fuck did she have to be so damn stubborn?
I grabbed her upper arms and hauled her off the bed. She winced in pain, but I was too angry and tired of her attitude to give her pain much attention. “You’re getting out of this bed whether you like it or not. Let’s go.”
She huffed and grabbed her leather jacket, shrugging it on. “Fine. Let’s go destroy the clubs,” she said, fake enthusiasm marring her words.
When we got to the chapel, everyone was sitting at the table. Dad raised a brow when he saw I had Amelia with me. “Cole, what’s going on?” Mom asked me, glaring at Amelia. “There’s no need for her to be in this room.”
That was another thing I didn’t understand about this fucking club. She wore a cut, but they didn’t want her at the table. Yet, she was good enough to do their goddamn dirty work.
Mom hated people being in this room when they didn’t need to be. If they didn’t hold some name to them with one of the clubs, they should stay out in the bar, bedrooms, garage—anywhere but this room.
I didn’t beat around the bush. I ignored my mom. “The ATL came on our grounds today and shot the place up.”
“You already told us,” Mom sighed in exasperation. “If Amelia was a witness, we don’t need any verification of what happened. Get her out of here.”
I glared at her, the muscle in my jaw ticking furiously. “Can you shut the fuck up for once?” I spat at her. “Please, for once, shut that big fucking mouth of yours.”