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 couldn’t exactly let Holly or her daughter get hurt, now could I?” I spat at him. “You weren’t smart enough to think that those bikers would do something. I wasn’t taking a fucking chance. I’d rather die than some innocent woman and her child.”
“Well, how about this?!” he hollered at me. “You’re my woman carrying my fucking child!”
I sat up, glaring at him. “Go fuck yourself, Cole. This kid may be half yours, but it’s still mine, too.” I slid off of the bed, wincing as I put some pressure on my leg. “Also, I’ll never fucking be yours until you start changing your fucking ways, do you fucking understand?” I knew it was a sack of shit, but I was angry.
He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. Pure rage masked his face, but I didn’t give a fuck. Cole didn’t scare me, nor did he intimidate me.
“Amelia, I’m not playing any fucking games. You want to get hurt? Fine. I know how you are. You don’t give a shit about yourself. All I’ve ever done is try to fucking protect you. But you’re carrying a baby that is mine, and I won’t allow anything to happen to it. If that means that I have to drag you home right now and chain you to my bed until you’re about to deliver this baby, by all fucking means, I will,” he snarled down at me, fed up with arguing with me.
I snatched my arm out of his grip and took a step forward, wincing as I did so. “Why don’t you ask someone for help?” Cole ground out through clenched teeth.
“Because I need to use my fucking leg, Cole,” I snapped at him.
I managed to make it to the waiting room where Holly and Lilly were waiting on us. She had spent the time I was getting the bullet out and getting stitched up to go check on her mom. She eyed Cole and I warily. “Is everything okay between you two?” she asked a bit timidly.
“Just fucking dandy,” I ground out.
When we got to the clubhouse, Cole immediately called church. “What’s church for?” Holly asked me.
“It’s club business,” I told her. Hell, we hardly told prospects anything. Besides, one of our members had almost raped her; I didn’t need to make a mistake by letting her know something, and she end up using it against us.
She gaped at me as if I had slapped her across the face. “I can be trusted, Amelia.”
I arched an eyebrow at her. “Holly, I know what it’s like to be a rape victim. You will get tired of being a victim and feeling weak. When you do, you will do whatever it takes to take that person down,” I told her in a low voice so Lilly wouldn’t hear. Holly physically winced at my words. “So, no, right now, I don’t think that you can be trusted.”
“Amelia, get your ass in here!” Cole roared.
I swung around to face him, fury flaring up in my eyes. “Fucking holler at me like a fucking dog one more time, and I’ll knock all of your fucking teeth down your throat,” I snarled.
“Someone needs to be fucked,” Katie said, walking towards the chapel.
“Shut up!” Cole and I shouted at her at the same time.
Gunshots started to fill the air around us, silencing all of our words. I knocked Holly and Lilly to the ground, covering their bodies with mine as much as I could. The clubhouse doors were kicked open, and London’s Tears stormed in, guns pointed at all of us. I cursed. I didn’t know what the fuck had happened to put us on their radar, especially considering my dad had turned to them for help while I was in jail.
Cole yanked me off of the ground and shoved me behind him, pressing me against his back. “What the fuck are you bastards doing in town?” Cole asked them, his voice deadly quiet.
“You’ve got some precious cargo of ours. Recently obtained, I heard,” one of the men spoke up.
“Listen, we don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I told him, coming around to stand by Cole’s side.
He smirked when he saw me, and I recognized him when I got a good look at him. “Drake?” I asked incredulously. “Why the fuck would you accuse us of having something? You know I would never let anyone here take anything away from you.”
“You know him?” Cole asked me, his muscles tense.
“Yes, I know him!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air in exasperation. “My dad made an alliance with him while I was in jail to try to get me help.”
“About jail,” Drake spoke up. “I assume you got out early as planned?”
“Yes,” I told him. “Drake, what do you think we have?” I asked him. Fuck, the last person I needed this club crossing was Drake. He was a really good friend to my dad; we didn’t need him as an enemy.