Black Skulls, page 13
He looked at me. “When Amelia is given a goal, she reaches it, Cole, no matter how long it takes. Of course, I think Amelia is a good choice.”
Sure as fuck didn’t expect him to think that highly of her.
Amelia
I glared at the FBI agent sitting outside of my cell. He was an old bastard. He seemed so fucking old that I didn’t even understand how he was still part of the FBI force.
“They expect you to be able to stop me from doing something stupid?” I asked him, smirking. I was on a mission to get on every fucker’s nerves while I was here, and he was my first target.
“My age does not mean anything, Johnson. It’ll do you good to remember that,” he retorted.
“How many days do you have until you fall dead?” I snapped back at him.
“Is there a double meaning there, girly?” he asked, cocking his white-haired eyebrow at me.
I snorted. “Not at all,” I said with a ton of sarcasm lacing my words.
He glared at me. “Keep up with the remarks, and I’ll see to it that you don’t make bail,” he snapped at me.
I glared at him. Jail was bad enough. I wouldn’t allow this bastard to put me in prison. I’d had enough bad experiences with closed in spaces and walls that seemed to hold a thousand secrets, including my own. It was a miracle that I wasn’t going stir crazy sitting in this cell. If they put another person in here, though, things would instantly go downhill.
Crossing my arms, I sat back on my cot and shut the fuck up.
Monday, Travis and Cole paid the money for me to be bailed out. When I stepped out of the court doors, half of the club was waiting for me. I smirked. “Lovely to see you, boys!” I exclaimed with sarcasm.
Cole smirked back at me anyway. I never thought I would ever find myself saying it, but I actually missed Cole’s smirk. “We’re going to need that cut, babe. You’re the new VP of the Bloody Black Skulls.”
I gaped at him, stopping in my tracks. “I’m the VP of what?” I asked incredulously.
Travis chuckled at my expression. “Amelia, welcome to the Bloody Black Skulls. We’ll explain it to you once we get to the clubhouse. Just please, get on the back of Cole’s bike.”
I sighed. Shit was getting real. Like really fucking real.
I slid onto the back of Cole’s bike, wrapping my arms around him. I rubbed his abs and leaned up to purr in his ear, “Let’s go, Prez.”
He groaned in that sexy way that was purely Cole and turned around to give me a quick kiss. “Whisper that in my ear when we’re alone, babe.”
I smirked and leaned my head on the back of his cut. He pulled off at the head of the group.
12
Cole was currently sitting at the head of the table with the gavel on his right, and I was currently sitting on his left. Travis was at the other end of the table. Although Travis was no longer the president, Cole demanded his presence at every meeting. I guess I could understand why; Travis had made these clubs great during his reign.
I was still a little lost on all of the decisions that had been made while I was locked away. To say that I was a bit pissed off was kind of an understatement. When we had gotten to the clubhouse, Cole had demanded that every member be sitting at the table, and he hadn’t told me anything. I looked pretty fucking dumb at the moment; I was the VP, and I didn’t know shit.
“We need to settle some things,” Cole began. “The FBI are on our asses. Two of our people have been taken in by the FBI—Amelia and Lorenzo. Amelia, did they question you?” Cole asked, turning his head towards me.
I clenched my fists on top of the table. I had been asking questions since I got on the back of Cole’s bike, and I had yet to get answers. He wanted to ignore me and do as he pleased? Shit didn’t work like that, especially not with me as his fucking VP.
“If you don’t give me the fucking answers I want, I’m going to shove that fucking gavel and your new president cut so far up your ass—” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him.
Cole cut me off, sighing in aggravation. “For fuck’s sake, Amelia, you have no patience at all.” He ran a hand down his face. “My mom and dad stepped down from their spots as president. I was given the president patch, effectively joining the two clubs together. You were automatically given your place as VP because Luke was the only VP that had a kid that could take that place. We all voted on the name Bloody Black Skulls. You couldn’t vote because you had gotten yourself locked up by the FBI.”
I smirked at him, feeling better now that I wasn’t so fucking lost on all of the decisions that had been made. “Thank you,” I retorted. “To answer your earlier question—yes, I was questioned.” Under my breath, I added, “pretty fucking ruthlessly, in fact.”
“What was that?” Cole asked. His eyes narrowed as they scanned my face. “What in the hell did they do to you?” he snapped, his tone dangerous.
* * *
“Amelia, we need your help. We’re willing to strike a deal with you if you decide to help us.”
I glared at the agent in front of me. He was tall and had a lanky build. His hair was almost jet black, and he had dark eyes to go along with it. I was pretty sure that his suit was Armani.
“Why would I need a deal? I don’t have anything to hide,” I told him, leaning back in my chair and clenching my fists in my lap.
“That’s what your mouth says, Amelia, but your body language says another. Would you like to visit some of your old friends from jail?” he asked, a nasty, sadistic smirk twisting his lips.
I spit in his face as he leaned across the table a little bit. He sat back, wiping his face with disgust taking over his features. “You can fucking burn in hell,” I snapped at him, anger roaring through my veins. Who the fuck did he think he was, using my fucking past against me?
He stood up and looked at the camera as he closed his briefcase. “Bring her in,” he ordered, walking towards the door.
He walked out, and a bitch I never wanted to fucking see again entered the room. I jumped out of my chair like lightning, putting the piece of furniture between us. “Come near me, and I swear, I’ll kill you,” I growled, my stomach twisting with an uncomfortable feeling.
This bitch was fucking ruthless. She had made my time in jail horrible, and she had ruined any alliances my dad had managed to get lined up for me. She had almost killed me numerous times.
She ignored me, a smirk twisting her features as she walked closer to me with her hands cuffed in front of her. “We have some unfinished business, don’t we, Amelia?” I knew it was a rhetorical question, so I didn’t answer her. I just watched her with wary eyes as she tried moving closer to me. “I want to see you and your clubs all fall, Amelia. You will give these agents something to use, or I will make your death so painful—” She cut herself off as she quickly jumped over the chair that I had put between us. We crashed to the floor, and she wrapped her arms around my throat. She pulled us up with the chain of her handcuffs pressing against my throat, cutting off my airflow. I clawed at the chain, desperate for air. “If you want your death to be quick and painless,” she murmured in my ear as I gasped for breath, my hands trying to clutch onto the chain of her cuffs, “you’ll do what needs to be done.”
I blacked out.
* * *
I resisted the urge to rub my neck as Cole waited for an answer. “Nothing,” I muttered. I knew he had clearly heard me, but he chose to ignore it. He resumed getting the answers he needed.
“What did they question you about?” he asked me.
“The ATL shootings, the deals with the DM, my dad’s death.” I rolled my eyes as the last one came to mind. “And apparently, I’m mentally unstable.”
Travis snickered, and I shot a glare over at him. “What?” he asked me, shrugging his shoulders. “Amelia, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re mentally unstable, even if you did stab me. You’ve just been through some tough shit, and you don’t want to be a victim. You’ll do anything to prove you’re not one. If that means being a ruthless, cold-blooded killer, then that’s what you’ll be to prove your point.” He gave me a small smile that was rarely seen on Travis. “Trust me, if I thought you were mentally unstable, I wouldn’t have allowed you to be VP, and I would have forced Cole to choose someone different.”
I smirked over at Travis and then turned back to Cole. “We’ve got to get the FBI off of our asses,” Cole continued, lacing his fingers together on the table in front of him. “So, we need to stay low and not do anything to bring more attention to ourselves.” He shot me a pointed look, and I gave him my best innocent smile.
“I’m an angel, Cole. I’d never do anything,” I said, fluttering my lashes at him, making him smirk.
That brought a round of laughter to the table. Cole shook his head and slammed his hand onto the table with a loud smack. “Does everyone get what I’m saying?” Cole asked. “I mean it; I don’t need any more shit on my plate than I’ve already got.”
Everyone spoke up saying they understood, and Cole slammed the gavel, ending the meeting. I got out of my chair and went to my room, desperately wanting a shower in my own bathroom with actual hot water, and I really wanted to get into some clean clothes.
As I was in the shower, Cole flung back the shower curtain, and I gasped, quickly turning so I was facing away from him. The water had washed away the makeup one of the cops had allowed me to use on my neck, so my very dark, chain shaped bruise was now very visible.
“Shy, Amelia?” Cole asked, stepping into the shower and closing the curtain back. “Did you share a cell mate that ruined you for all men?” he teased.
“Cole, go away,” I ground out.
Fuck, I could not allow him to see my neck. He would be fucking pissed, and his whole plan of staying low would go flying out of the window. He would retaliate. It had become more than obvious to me that Cole cared for me, and he would hurt anyone who put their hands on me if I didn’t hurt them first.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Cole standing in all of his naked glory. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me around to face him before I could do anything to stop him. His eyes ran over my body like a sensual caress, but as he made it to my chest, his eyes quickly snapped back up. He tilted my head back, his jaw clenched tightly. “Cole . . .” I whispered, my voice trailing off as I swallowed hard and then winced.
“Your other bruises are practically healed, Amelia,” he growled. “Who the fuck did this to you, and when the fuck did it happen? It looks like chains were pressed against your neck.”
I nodded slowly as he released my head, his eyes meeting mine. There was no use keeping it from him now. He would find a way to find out if I didn’t tell him. Fuck, this meant that I would have to tell him about the scar on my shoulder.
I rubbed my scar as I leaned against the shower wall, letting the hot water run over my body. “When I was in jail those five months, believe it or not, those inmates hated me more than they hated any member of the clubs, including Katie. There was this one girl—I don’t know what crew she’s from, and I had never met her before in my life—but she absolutely hated me. She wanted me dead, but I fought her. I wouldn’t allow myself to die in that shit hole.”
I rubbed my shoulder again. “That’s where this scar came from,” I told him, moving my hand. “She had all the guards in her fucking pockets. They all owed her something or they owed her crew something. They gave her any weapon she wanted, turned their back on everything she did, pretending it wasn’t going on. She made my life hell while I was in there. I’m guessing it didn’t go unnoticed by the FBI.”
I turned my head to face him, watching the different emotions pass over his face as he listened to me speak. “The agent that was questioning me didn’t like my attitude, I guess. Maybe it was because I wasn’t willing to tell him anything, or maybe it was because I wasn’t willing to make any kind of deal with him. He got up and put his things away after I spit in his face.” Cole smirked a little as he pictured it, but the next thing I said quickly wiped the smirk off of his face. “I thought I was going to be allowed to go back to my cell, but he said ‘bring her in’. He walked out, and that bitch took his place. I was unarmed, and I knew she was fucking dangerous. She makes me look like a normal, preppy, high school bitch, Cole.”
His jaw was clenched in anger, fury lighting up his features. “I put a chair between us, but she got over it, sending us both crashing to the floor. She managed to get my neck between her arms, and she choked the shit out of me with the chain on her cuffs, telling me I better tell them everything, effectively sending all of us to prison—death row—or she’d make my death slow and painful.”
Cole sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he regained his composure. Neither of us moved for a minute. Finally, Cole sighed and opened his eyes. “Hand me your poof and come here,” he said softly.
I did as he said. He grabbed my bottle of shower gel and put it on the poof. Gently, almost like a caress, Cole ran his hand over my body, the poof following behind. By the time he had bathed me completely, I was a turned on, hot mess. I knew that he knew this, too; fuck, Cole knew my body better than I did.
He moved me back a little, letting the water wash away all of the suds from my skin. Cole finally groaned and yanked me against him, his lips working against mine as soon as our bodies came in contact. I moaned, tangling my fingers in his wet hair.
Cole lifted me up and wasted no time in pushing himself deep inside of me. I cried out, throwing my head back. His lips worked against my neck and moved lower as he pumped in and out of me, holding me up with his sheer, upper body strength. His lips circled my already hardened nipple, and I pulled on his hair a little as I felt my climax building. “Cole, please, fuck me harder,” I breathlessly begged.
He pushed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, and he slammed into me, making me practically scream his name. “Fuck, Cole, yes, fuck, right there!” I moaned, biting down on his shoulder.
His hands ran over my body as we both panted for breath, desperate for the release that we were both on the brink of. “Come for me, baby,” he groaned. “Fucking come, Amelia.”
I did. I pressed myself against him, screaming his name again as I dug my nails into his back. He bit my collarbone, groaning as he came inside of me. “Cole, I don’t . . .” I paused for a moment, trying to catch my breath. “Don’t put me down. I’ll fall.”
He chuckled into my neck, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly. “No problem. I’ll just fuck you again on your bed.”
He turned the water off and carried me to my bed. After setting me on it, he spread my legs open, baring my core to him. I was practically dripping as he gazed down at me.
Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking bad.
Before he could go down on me, I gagged, my hand flying up to my mouth. Oh, God, I was going to be sick.
Cole jumped up and snatched up a trashcan, thrusting it toward me. I leaned over and threw up into it. Cole held my hair back from my face. When I was done throwing up, I fell back onto my pillows, curling in on myself. Cole rubbed his thumb over my cheek. “Not the best time to be getting sick, baby,” he joked. I just groaned. “Are you okay?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know where that fucking came from,” I muttered. “I felt fine before, and then, all of a sudden, I knew I was going to be sick.”
His worry-filled eyes scanned my face. My stomach was still churning. All of a sudden, without much warning, I felt vomit rising again. I gagged, reaching for the trashcan. Cole quickly pulled my hair back as I threw up again. When I was done, he grabbed a pair of sweats he must have brought into my room and yanked them on. “I’ll be right back, babe.”
He walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. A few minutes later, his dad, Katie, and my mom came into the room with Cole behind them. Thankfully, I had decided to pull on panties and a t-shirt. Cole crawled onto the bed behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “She doesn’t feel like she’s running a fever,” he informed them. I sighed. “She just began throwing up all of a sudden.”
Katie snorted. “I think she’s pregnant,” she said bluntly.
I choked on air and sat up quickly, running my fingers through my hair, tugging on the strands roughly. No, I couldn’t be pregnant. It could be anybody’s kid. Cole and those ATL bastards had never used a condom. With Cole, I never really cared enough to demand him to wear one. I mean, I was on birth control for fuck’s sake. But I never was given a choice with those bastards.
My eyes filled with tears, and I choked back a sob. Cole’s arms quickly came around me before my mom’s could do so. “You’re going to be okay,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. He tucked my hair behind my ears and turned my face so I could look at him. “Baby, you will be okay.”
Katie knelt in front of me next to my mom. “Amelia, there are options out there,” my mom started, her voice trembling with emotion. “You can even have a DNA test done before you have to make some kind of decision.”
I slapped my hands over my ears childishly. I didn’t want to hear about how it could possibly be one of theirs if I was.
Cole sighed and pulled me against his chest. “Go. She doesn’t want to hear this.”
“She needs to,” Katie said.
“I said go!” Cole snapped at her.
My mom and Katie both shot him a glare but left the room. Cole stood up and set me on my feet. “Get dressed. We’re going to go to the doctor and getting a pregnancy test done, okay?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t want to know,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.
Cole held my face in his hands, making me look up into his face. “Amelia, you need to know. If you are, you’ll do what you feel is right, okay? You’ll never be able to make a proper choice if you don’t find out though. I want you to have all of your facts.”
