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 clenched my jaw and walked over to her. “Amelia, you’re supposed to be in bed,” I told her. She needed to be resting, not out here drinking.
She glanced over at me and back down at her beer. “I’d rather be out here drinking. I don’t want to lay in bed all day and do nothing but go over the shit that happened to me,” she retorted.
I sighed and sat on the bar stool next to her. “Amelia, can you tell me who it was that hurt you?” I asked gently, knowing it wasn’t going to be easy to bring this up to her.
She turned to face me, her glare burning flames into my skin. “I’m not fucking talking about what happened,” she spat at me.
I rolled my eyes at her. “I’m not fucking forcing you to talk about what happened, Amelia. I want to know who the bastards are that hurt you because we’re riding out tomorrow to kill every fucking member of the ATL. I want the sons of bitches that touched you to beg for death before I give it to them, so tell me who the fuck they are.”
She studied me for a moment. “They’re three brothers,” she finally said, turning back to face the wall of liquor and not looking at me. “Triplets to be exact. They look exactly alike. They have tan skin, brown eyes, and black hair. They’re tall and muscular. You can’t miss them. President, Vice President, and Sergeant at Arms.”
Gently gripping her chin, I turned her to face me. “I will end this nightmare for you, Amelia. You have my word on it.”
She glared at me, obviously pissed that she even had to go back in her memories to tell me who it was that had raped her. “Like I’ll believe your word.” I actually recoiled a little at her words. “The last time you promised me something, I had to face it again anyway, and I came back worse than fucking ever.”
She got up, sending the bar stool crashing to the floor. She stormed out of the room pretty fast for a girl who was as injured as she was. I sighed and ran a hand down my face. “You want a beer after that?” Peanut asked me quietly.
I gave him a short, curt nod. Within seconds, I had a beer sitting in front of me with the lid popped off. My dad and Luke came over to me. I glared at them. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Everyone in here heard what she said to you, Cole. She’ll forgive you,” my dad said, clapping a hand on my shoulder in what I guessed was supposed to be some kind of support.
I took a long drink from my beer and slammed it down. I stood up and glared at him. I was done with all of this bullshit. The only goddamn person I wanted to talk to me was currently pissed the fuck off at me because I broke my fucking promises to her.
“You both need to learn to stay the fuck out of my personal shit, do you understand? I’m so fucking tired of you and Luke butting in where you’re not fucking welcomed.”
“I’m looking out for you, Cole. You’re my fucking son!” Dad hollered at me.
“I don’t need you to fucking look out for me!” I roared, finally losing my temper. “First, you two don’t want me having shit to do with Amelia, and now, now you fucking want to give me relationship advice?!” I glared at Luke. “How about this for the both of you?! All Amelia and I do is fuck!”
Luke punched me in the face, busting my lip. I worked my jaw around, and then, I let my fists start swinging. Luke and I fell to the floor, and I continued slamming my fists into his face, not giving a fuck. I was livid, and I was fucking tired of everybody butting into my fucking life.
My dad finally yanked me off of him, and I glared at him. “It’s in your best interest to fucking let go of me,” I warned him.
“Get your head on straight, Cole!” Dad roared at me.
Amelia came into the bar room and helped her dad up off of the floor. “You!” my dad roared at her. Instead of flinching back, Amelia stood her ground, glaring at him. I swear, I was almost to the point of black out when he yelled at my fucking girl. “I fucking told you that you were messing him up!”
I wrapped my hand around his throat and slammed him down onto the bar. “You don’t fucking talk to her like that!” I hollered in his face.
Two club members pulled me back from him and shoved me down onto a chair a few feet away. “You need to fucking calm down,” Ryan told me.