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)
He shook his head with a hard look on his face. “No,” he snapped at me as gunshots started firing. I winced. “I won’t make the mistake of leaving you alone again.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I doubt anyone is going to find me here,” I told him. “You need to be out there with our club.”
He glared at me. “Amelia, shut the hell up and stop arguing with me. I’m not fucking leaving you alone—not again,” he snapped.
The gunshots got louder. I hated not being able to see what was going on. I hated leaving the crew behind to defend themselves. I knew they had Travis and Katie, but Cole and I were the president and vice president. We should have been there, fighting alongside them, not hiding out here in the woods. Fuck, Cole and I had chosen the worst time for me to get pregnant.
After a while, the gunshots stopped. Cole’s phone vibrated in his hand, and he answered it almost instantly. “What’s going on?” he demanded to know.
“We’ve got the president, and everyone that showed up here that’s not dead is injured,” I heard Travis say. “We’ve got a fucking mess. Stay hidden. I think I hear sirens—meaning the cops are on their way.”
“You can’t fucking take the fall for this!” Cole roared. “All of you will go to fucking jail—"
“Amelia fucking needs you, Cole,” Travis snapped at him. “And the members who get released will need their President and VP. So, fucking stay hidden. You weren’t involved in this. You don’t need to be locked up when your woman is pregnant, Cole. So, stay the fuck out of the way, and don’t come out into the open.”
Cole brought the phone down from his ear with a heavy sigh. He dropped his head into his hands. “It’s a mess,” Cole muttered. “It’s all a goddamn mess.”
“Everyone get on the ground on your stomachs and put your hands behind your backs!” I heard someone shout, alerting Cole and I that the cops had made it to the clubhouse.
Cole stood up and pulled me up into his arms. “Come on. We’ve got to get out of here in case they decide to search the property.”
“Cole, we can’t—” I started, but he cut me off again.
He sighed. “I don’t want to either, but my dad is right. He’ll handle everything. The crew trusts him and Mom, and they trust their decisions. We’ll be okay, and so will they,” he assured me.
Cole carried me through the woods, making sure his tracks couldn’t be seen. We had failed our club, and we had just began reigning as president and vice president. Nothing could get much worse than this shit.
When we finally got back to the clubhouse, the cops were dragging people into the back of cars. “What’s going on?” Cole snapped at an officer, playing stupid like he didn’t know what had just happened on our grounds.
“Well, apparently, your crew took it upon themselves to kill and hospitalize people. You want to join them in prison?” the officer snapped back at Cole.
Cole looked around, his face morphing into shock. It was sincere shock, too. No doubt about it, the cops would make sure we never stepped foot on the clubhouse property ever again. There were a good twenty people lying dead on the ground. Blood was everywhere.
Cole sighed and looked over at Lisa—the FBI agent that was the mother of Drake’s oldest daughter. She walked over to us, a sad look on her face. “Cole, some of them will be locked up for a long time,” she told him sadly. “I’m going to do what I can to get as many released as I can, but it’s not going to be easy.”
He nodded, sighing. “I know. How is this going to affect me and Amelia?” he asked her.
“You’ll be pulled in for questioning, but Drake told me to pull some strings to make sure you two don’t go inside for this, especially since you two weren’t at the shooting.”
Cole nodded and stepped into the clubhouse, heading to our room. He set me in the wheelchair and grabbed a duffel bag. “We’ll have to stay in a motel for a while until we find out what they’re going to do with the clubhouse,” he told me.
I sighed. “I figured as much,” I muttered.
Our whole world was now completely flipped upside down, and we couldn’t do anything about it. The good news was that the DM problem was dealt with, but at the same time, ninety-nine percent of our club members just got locked up.
He packed clothes for both of us and then pushed me outside to his truck. Lisa and a cop walked up to us as Cole was helping me into his truck.
“Where were you at the time of the shooting?” Lisa asked us, seeming a little annoyed at the cop standing with her.