Black Skulls, page 20
“Trying to get something to fucking drink,” he grumbled, leaning his head back against the wall as he breathed in and out slowly to try to regulate his pain.
“Why didn’t you just shout for me?” I demanded. Cole was always trying to do something by himself, and it drove me up the damn wall that he just couldn’t ask for help.
“Because you’ve been stressing yourself out way too much lately,” he muttered. “I thought I could handle getting myself a drink.”
I grabbed his face in my hands and made him look at me. “Cole, I’m being careful,” I assured him. “I can do something as simple as getting you a drink.”
He sighed and leaned forward, placing his lips over mine. I melted instantly. “Can you get someone to help me get back in bed?” He looked at my towel, his eyes darkening. “After you get some clothes on.”
I nodded and quickly got dressed and went to find Travis. While he was helping Cole back into bed, I turned off the water in the shower and got Cole a bottle of water out of the fridge that we had put up in our room. I crawled onto the bed beside him and handed him the bottle. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against his side tightly. He rubbed his hand over my bump that was growing more and more by the day. “I think our baby is going to be a tiny little thing like you,” Cole told me quietly.
I rested my head on his shoulder and shrugged. He kissed the top of my head. “Who knows? What do you want it to be?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t care. I just want our little one to be a healthy baby.”
I looked down at his bandaged stomach and bit my lip. “How bad does it feel?” I asked him.
He followed my gaze and shrugged again. “It gets better every day. The doctor said he thinks I’ll be up and moving good again in a couple of weeks, but I won’t be able to do anything really strenuous probably for another month.”
I sighed. “Why in the hell did you take that bullet for me?” I muttered. It was probably the stupidest fucking thing he had done in his life.
He kissed the top of my head. “I don’t want to lose you or our baby.”
He said it so calmly. Like, how the fuck was he calm about taking a bullet that was meant for me? I had been shot before. Christ, I could have lost him! I had to be hospitalized due to my reaction to him being shot.
“Cole, I don’t want to lose you either. You can’t just do that kind of shit. It’s why they had to hospitalize me in the first place. I flipped the fuck out when you went unconscious.”
Cole sighed into my hair, his hand rubbing my belly soothingly. “Baby, I will take a bullet for you any fucking day. If it’s a choice between my life or yours, I will always give up my life.”
I breathed out a heavy sigh and sat up against the headboard, running my fingers through my wet hair. I felt vomit rise in my throat, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, jumping off of the bed and running to the bathroom. I heard Cole shout for someone, but I ignored him. Fuck, I hated throwing up. It hurt, and it burned my throat. They had kept me on medication in the hospital to stop it from happening, but I didn’t have anything for when I was at home.
I felt someone pull my hair back as I vomited again. When I was done, I slumped to the floor, reaching forward to flush the toilet. I leaned my head back against the wall and took the bottle of water that was held out to me. I looked up at Katie and gave her a small smile. “Thanks,” I whispered.
“You might want to go prove to Cole that you’re okay. I think he’s ready to get out of bed to come see for himself,” she muttered.
Shaking my head, I slowly stood up and walked into the bedroom. “You okay?” Cole asked me, his eyes running over me to check for himself.
I nodded. He breathed out a sigh of relief and relaxed back into the bed. I turned to Katie. “Drake is supposed to be riding in tonight. Can you make sure everything is ready for London’s Tears?”
She rolled her eyes at me. I forced myself not to scowl at her. I really hated her fucking attitude sometimes. “You’re talking to me, honey. Of course, I can. Are you and Cole going to attend the party?”
I shrugged. “We’ll try to. Cole and I have some important things to discuss with Drake.”
She pulled me into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I sighed. I already knew where this conversation was going, especially since she pulled me aside. “Please tell me that you two aren’t planning on forming an alliance with him.”
I sighed. “It’s going to be good for the Bloody Black Skulls, Katie.”
She threw her arms up in the air in frustration. “The hell it is, Amelia!” she exclaimed. “We just got out of a war with the ATL, and we’ve got the FBI on our asses. The last fucking thing this club needs is to form an alliance with a crew that has more fucking problems than we do!” she shouted.
“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.
Cole
I groaned softly when someone knocked on the door. “What?” I grumbled out, yawning.
Drake opened the door, and I sighed, forcing myself to come awake. “When did you get in?” I asked, stretching as much as I could without waking Amelia, who was passed out on my chest.
“About an hour ago.” He looked down at Amelia’s sleeping figure. “Is it a bad time?”
“Nah,” I told him, shaking my head. We needed to go ahead and talk. The quicker we had this conversation, the quicker Amelia and I could get issues resolved on our end.
I gently shook Amelia. She slapped my chest and rolled over away from me, pulling the blanket tighter around her. I chuckled at her. “Babe, come on. Wake up. Drake’s here.”
“Tell him to fuck off,” she grumbled. “I’m tired.”
I sighed. “Babe, come on—seriously.”
She huffed, sitting up grumpily. She jumped in shock when she saw Drake standing in the doorway. She gave him a tired smile. “Cole, turn the lamp on,” she said, glancing over at me. She looked back at Drake. “Go get your VP, and we’ll discuss things in here. Cole can’t get out of the bed.”
Drake left the room, and I leaned over, sliding my fingers in her hair, pulling her face to mine. I kissed her deeply. “Calm down. We need to deal with this. If it’s dealt with tonight, then you can sleep in tomorrow with no interruptions.”
She nodded and rubbed her eyes tiredly. I smiled at the cute gesture. I swear, this woman was making me soft as fuck.
Drake and his VP, Carlos, came into the room and plopped themselves into chairs. Amelia got up and stretched. Drake’s eyes landed on her stomach as she walked over to the mini fridge. “You’ve got a bump going on there, girl,” he commented.
Amelia smiled a little. “Trust me. My tight ass clothes are making it very obvious to me.”
He chuckled, and Amelia sat back down on the bed with her bottle of apple juice. “Cole and I discussed this, and we think it’ll be a good idea to form an alliance with you guys, but you have to help us in turn,” she told Drake without hesitation.
“Of course,” Drake told her instantly.
“We have problems with the FBI. We need them off of our asses,” I informed him. The FBI was our biggest concern. They were sniffing around too much and fucking up our drug and gun sales.
“Of course. I’ll talk to Lisa and get her started on it ASAP,” he said.
My head snapped to Amelia. She gaped at Drake. “Lisa Grey?” Amelia asked incredulously.
Drake nodded. “You know her?”
“Holy shit. For once, I met an agent that was telling the truth,” Amelia muttered to herself.
“Lisa talked to Amelia one day when some agents came out to search the clubhouse,” I told him. “She said that she used to be involved with bikers. Amelia didn’t believe her; therefore, she never gave her a call.”
Drake chuckled. “She’s the mother of my oldest child.”
It made a lot more sense now. She had mentioned she had a kid. Of course, Lisa would do what she could to keep Drake out of prison; he was the father of her kid.
Amelia sighed. “Okay, back to the topic at hand. We’ll send you some our crew when you need them, but Cole and I can’t go up there until he gets better,” she said
“Darling,” Amelia flinched at the name, and I rubbed soothing circles on her lower back, “you’re not riding up there. You’re pregnant. You’re going to stay here and take care of that baby of yours.” He shot her a look when she opened her mouth to argue. “Don’t argue with me because you will lose,” he told her.
Amelia clenched her jaw. I shook my head at her. I agreed with Drake. She didn’t need to be riding anywhere. “I’m on his side with this,” I told her.
“Fuck you both,” she ground out through clenched teeth.
Carlos chuckled, and I looked over at him. “What are your thoughts on this alliance?” I asked him. He hadn’t said much, and I needed to know that he was cool with this, too.
“Honestly, I think it will do both clubs some good. We need your help, and you need ours. This is a beneficial alliance for both of the clubs. I’m in,” he agreed.
Amelia yawned, dropping her head into her hand, trying to stay awake. I chuckled at her and looked over at Drake. “As long as you hold up your end, we’ve got a deal.” I told him.
He nodded. “Good.” He stood, and Carlos followed suit. “I’m going to go drink and find this Tammi bitch I’ve heard so much about since I’ve gotten here.”
Amelia smirked at Drake. He shot her a smirk back as he walked out of our room, shutting the door behind him. I laid back down, pulling Amelia down with me. She curled up against my side and sighed, closing her eyes. “Don’t wake me up again,” she grumbled.
I chuckled and kissed her forehead as she fell back asleep. I continued to lay awake, playing on my phone since I wasn’t tired at that moment. I just enjoyed holding Amelia for a little bit.
A few hours later as I was actually about to fall asleep, someone knocked on the door. I told them to come in, and my dad stepped in. “Clay was just admitted into the hospital. He overdosed on pain pills, and he’s given himself alcohol poisoning. Your mom and I are about to head up there.”
I sighed. Fuck. I should have known he was back into some really bad shit again since he hadn’t really shown his face around the clubhouse much these past few months. I really needed to start keeping a closer eye on my little brother. “Keep me updated,” I muttered.
He nodded and walked back out of the room. I closed my eyes again, letting sleep take over my body.
Amelia
Someone was shaking my body, and I was ready to fucking punch them. I cursed and glared at Cole. “What?” I snapped.
“I’m just as tired, but I have to piss. Go get Brian for me so he can help me get to the bathroom.”
“Why not your dad or Clay?” I asked him as I slid out of bed grumpily. I really just wanted to be asleep right now. I was getting real fucking sick and tired of all of the interruptions.
“Clay is in the hospital, and Dad is with him.” I was about to ask him why, but he shot me a look, shutting me up instantly. “Clay overdosed and gave himself alcohol poisoning. Now please go get Brian so I can piss,” he begged.
I left the room and went to get Brian. I found him passed out on the couch in the bar room. I shook him awake, and he blinked up at me. “Nice to see you out here again,” he said gruffly, giving me a small smile.
I sighed. “Trust me, I would much rather be sleeping, but Cole needs your help. He’s got to piss, and he can’t get up on his own.”
Brian stood up and followed me back down the hall. He helped Cole off of the bed and into the bathroom. I crawled back into bed and covered back up. Eventually, Brian got Cole back into bed, and he chuckled at me as I cuddled up to Cole. “For such a ruthless bitch, I never expected you to be a cuddler,” he commented.
I ignored him, but Cole smiled, kissing my forehead. “Everyone’s got a soft spot somewhere,” he told Brian. “Amelia’s happens to be me.”
I rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything again. What was I going to say? I didn’t exactly feel like lying and having to stick to it. I mean, Cole really was my soft spot. He was everything to me.
I heard Brian leave the room, and I sighed. “Baby, you have no idea how good you feel pressed against me,” Cole muttered. “I can’t wait until I’m completely better so I can bend you over that desk and fuck your tight little cunt.”
I smiled. “I might be too big to bend over a desk by then,” I told him.
Cole groaned. “I can just imagine you in a sexy, red lace thong with your belly sticking out,” he growled. “Fuck, baby, you’ll be so fucking hot.”
I kissed his chest, not answering him. Cole rubbed my belly, and I fell asleep quicker because of his comforting touch. I was so in love with this man that it was almost insane.
19
Cole had completely healed and was up and moving around normally. And my stomach was getting noticeably bigger. I was twenty weeks pregnant at the moment, and my bump was sticking out, making it very apparent to everyone that I was pregnant.
“Babe, I’ve got to ride up to London’s Tears’ territory,” Cole announced, suddenly getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom.
“Wait, what?!” I exclaimed. This was the first I had heard anything about this. He had made a fucking decision without consulting me, and he really thought he was leaving me behind?
