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 glared over at her, not letting the shock of seeing her next to me show on my face. “I’m sure Travis gave you the same instructions Cole gave me. Don’t fucking complain if you didn’t follow fucking orders,” I snarled back at her. I was not in the fucking mood for her petty bullshit.
The heavy, steel door to the room opened, and the ATL president stepped through. I glared at him. “Can you fucking let us go?” Katie snapped at him. “You don’t know what the fuck you’ve just done or the shit storm you’ve just fucking started.”
He glared at her. “I’d advise you to shut your fucking mouth, Louis. You don’t want to find out what I’m capable of. I’ll make you beg for death,” he promised her.
I knew from personal experience that he really fucking would.
He looked over at me and smirked. My stomach twisted as nausea rolled through it. He walked over to me, and I pushed myself as far away from him as I could. “Black Skulls don’t show fear, Amelia. Stand up to him,” Katie snapped at me. “You got yourself into this situation anyway. Don’t act so fucking afraid. You should be used to him by now.”
Before I could say anything to her, another man walked into the room, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, knowing he was here for me, too. “Katie, shut the hell up before I do to you what I’m going to do to her,” the man barked at her, effectively making her shut her mouth.
He pulled his knife from his pocket and began cutting my clothes off of me as soon as he reached me. “Stop!” I screamed at him. “Fucking stop!”
He dragged me down onto the floor and slapped his hand over my mouth, smirking. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Amelia, you know it’s only worse if you beg. I fucking love hearing you beg me to stop.”
Tears spilled from my eyes. I wanted Cole. All I wanted was Cole. The only hope that I had to hold on to was that they would up their game to find us with Katie being missing as well. I couldn’t go through this torture again.
As his fist came in contact with my ribs, I screamed out in pain. The torture had only just begun.
I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the soft light in the room. I hurt all over. All I wanted was to just go home. I wanted Cole to hold me and tell me everything was going to be alright.
I forced myself into a sitting position, wincing in pain and whimpering as I moved. I was naked, but that wasn’t anything new when I was trapped in this room. “Amelia . . .” I heard Katie whisper, her voice breaking with emotion.
I slowly looked over at her, my face blank. She bit her lip. “Amelia, I’m so sorry for everything I accused you of. I’ve never felt so horrible in my entire life,” she whispered. I just stared at her. “Cole tried to tell all of us that Heather’s death wasn’t your fault and that you were only doing what was best for the club. He was right all along, and yet, none of us believed him.”
“I don’t want your apologies.” I tiredly told her. I just wanted her to shut the hell up so this wouldn’t happen to her, too.
She didn’t say anything further. I didn’t want her to. I didn’t want to hear how sorry she was that she didn’t believe me. I didn’t want to hear all of the bullshit that would come flying out of her mouth after witnessing me being beaten and raped. I had been alongside Katie, Travis, Cole, and my dad when they wanted to get information from someone. What she had just witnessed was ten times worse compared to what we did to those people. I was damn sure it made her sick to her stomach, and I was sure that was the only reason she felt she needed to say something.
The door swung open, crashing against the wall with the force it had been pushed. I hung my head, knowing I was in for it again.
Three days had passed. Katie still looked relatively decent. She’d only been knocked out a few times due to them not wanting to hear her mouth. For whatever reason, I was the one they wanted.
Currently, the president, VP, and Sergeant at Arms were in the room wrapping me up in a sheet. Katie was knocked out, and I was almost to that point. We were both so weak and exhausted that it was a miracle we weren’t out just because our bodies couldn’t take it anymore.
The president had already gotten his last fill of me and was currently lifting me up and carrying me outside behind his Sergeant at Arms, who was carrying Katie. I was too tired to glance at my surroundings as he carried me out to his trunk. I was just slightly surprised the president hadn’t killed one of us.