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)
“Drake needs our help,” I ground out through clenched teeth. “It’s the least that I can do for him after what he did for me. So, shut the hell up,” I snapped at her.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re about to do to this club, Amelia!” she shouted at me.
I yanked the bathroom door open, storming back out into the bedroom. “You’re not the fucking president anymore, Katie. You don’t get to make these decisions anymore. What Cole and I say fucking goes, and you need to fucking respect that,” I seethed.
“I won’t go along with this decision!” she yelled at my back.
I swung around, stepping up to her so our chests were touching. I glared hard into her eyes. I wasn’t playing fucking games. She wasn’t the fucking president anymore—Cole was. She needed to fucking understand and respect that.
“Then you won’t sit at the fucking table,” I spat at her. “I owe Drake. You obviously don’t know what it means to fucking owe someone.”
“Of course, I know what it’s like to owe someone!” she barked at me. “But you can’t make the entire club pay for your fucking mistakes!”
I wanted to punch her. It was because of her and Travis that I got locked up in the first fucking place. I didn’t fucking do it to myself.
“Those mistakes wouldn’t have happened if you and Travis hadn’t made me form an alliance with the fucking cops!” I screamed at her, my temper flying through the roof. I wanted to punch her in her fucking face. “Don’t you fucking forget that! I almost lost my life multiple fucking times for the sake of this club, and I never raised hell about any decisions that you and Travis made, so back the fuck down now! I will make this decision, and if you don’t like it, then you can just remove yourself from the goddamn table.”
“That’s enough!” Cole roared from his spot on the bed as Travis walked into the room.
“I thought we got past all of the bitching?” Travis asked us.
“Put your wife in her place,” I spat at him. “If you don’t do it, then I will—pregnant or not.”
“You can’t fucking let them make this decision, Travis!” Katie yelled. “Don’t you see what the fuck will happen? Can’t you see she’s manipulating Cole into making these decisions with her?!”
“I made the fucking decision because one day, we might need Drake’s help like he needs ours right now! You’ve got to think past the present and look into the future, Mom!” Cole roared. “He has people in the FBI who can get them off of our asses! We need this!”
Katie stepped up to me, and I met her glare with one of my own. “If this backfires on the club, I will kill you myself, do you understand?” she snapped at me.
I smirked at her threat, but my face held no humor. “Katie, you’re all bark without bite. Fuck off. I’m not afraid of you.”
Travis grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room. I shot a glare at Cole before he could say something to me. “Don’t you start on me, too. I’m very fucking pissed right now. I don’t want to hear your shit.”
He smirked at me. “Stop always jumping to conclusions, babe. I was just going to tell you to come lay down with me and relax.”
I sighed and crawled up the bed until I could lie down beside him. I put my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around me instantly. “You’re such a feisty little thing, you know that?” Cole breathed against my neck as he placed a kiss on my most sensitive spot, making me moan. “It’s so fucking hot.”
He moved his hand down my body until he slid into my panties. I moaned when I felt him press his hand against my core. Cole sucked on my neck while he slid two fingers inside of me, making me moan loudly. “C-Cole,” I stuttered. “Oh, God, you’re going to kill me,” I said breathlessly as he began moving his fingers inside of me.
I arched my back as he hit that perfect spot, making me cry out. “Right there, Cole. Fuck! Yes!” I exclaimed, gripping the bed sheets.
He moved his fingers faster, hitting that same spot over and over. When I came, his name fell from my lips on a scream. He took his fingers out and licked them clean, smirking down at me. “You’re so fucking sexy when you scream my name like that, baby. I’ll never get tired of the sound.”
I cuddled against his side, and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around me, holding me against his side tightly. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up when Drake rides in.”
He sure as hell didn’t have to tell me twice. Being pregnant made me extremely tired, and it didn’t help when he used those magical fucking fingers on me, either.