Black Skulls, page 4
I glared at him. "Yes, I have a very big ass problem with it. I don't know a single fucking person who enjoys waking up with a damn bright ass light on."
He smirked. "Somebody's a little pissed." He locked his phone, sliding it into his pocket. "Good. Welcome to my world. I've been pissed since you fucking came into the club house with a mother fucking burnt leg."
Here we go. Did me having sex with him make him think that he held some kind of rights over me or some shit? That wasn't how this worked. I wanted him to care about me—just not like this. I wanted him to care because he had real feelings for me—not because he felt obligated to after having sex with me last night.
"Okay? I didn't ask you to be concerned about me, Cole. So fuck off," I snapped.
He stood up and leaned over me. His face was unreadable, as usual, but his eyes had a million different emotions running through them. "No, you didn't ask me to be concerned," he said quietly. "However, that doesn't fucking change the fact that I am. So, what in the hell exactly happened last night? My mom told me she sent you out to bomb the warehouse, but I want to hear it from you. What happened?"
I snorted. "I'm not telling you shit. Thank you, however, for bringing your mother up. I need to talk to her."
He grabbed my chin in his hand, forcing me to meet his eyes. I hated it when he did this. "You're not talking to my mother until you talk to me, understand? Now, what in the hell did you do last night? I want all the details."
I sighed. I knew Cole was going to be like this. He probably was only trying to make me feel like he cared so that he could get the information he needed. Obviously, his mother wasn't going to tell him. Well, hell, she had nothing much to tell him anyway considering I hadn't yet told her anything either. Might as well tell Cole considering he'll probably be going on the run with his mom to ship the guns.
"Alright. Give me room to breathe, and I'll fucking tell you," I spat at him.
He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. I ran a hand down my face. "I rode out to the warehouse last night, dragged your guns into the woods where they wouldn’t be found, and lit the warehouse on fire. I was trying to get back to my bike when I was knocked to the ground by the explosion and a board fell on top of my leg." I looked up and let my eyes meet his, sighing. "I don't think we're the only people the ATL are stealing from, and if that's true, then I just brought a lot of clubs on our asses, especially if those drugs came from other clubs."
Cole cursed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "That's fucking great. Didn't you think of that before you decided to blow the warehouse to fucking smithereens?"
I rolled my eyes. Hello, I was only following orders! "Cole, I was only doing what your mother told me to do. There's not much more I can do about that."
He glared at me. "Right now, we're still split charters, Amelia. You only follow my dad's orders; you're under no obligation to follow my mother's."
Did he really think it was that easy? Things didn't work like that with his mom; he knew that as well as I did. So, why in the hell was he trying to make it sound that easy?
"Cole, you know as well as I do that when it comes to your mother, nothing is ever simple. It was easier for me to just do what she asked than to go against her. And who's to say that she wouldn't have just had someone else do it besides me if I turned her down?"
Cole rubbed his temples. “At least it wouldn’t have been you.” Then, he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
I frowned at him. What was that supposed to mean?
Cole
I walked into the chapel and took my seat beside my mom. I was absolutely livid about what Amelia had done. I was pissed at my mother and Amelia, and they both knew it. I sure as hell didn't make it a secret. I had yelled at my mother over the phone and then at Amelia once I got off of the phone with my mom. When we got back to the club house, I proceeded to yell at them again. It had done nothing to calm me down.
"Alright, let's start with the biggest problem we've got at hand right now," Mom began. "Amelia bombed the ATL's warehouse under my orders. She suspects that the ATL have been stealing guns and drugs from other clubs. If they find out we were the ones to blow up that warehouse, shit’s going to go downhill—fast."
I glared at her. "Which is exactly why you don't fucking act on your own," I harshly reminded her. "Decisions like you decided to make are supposed to be club decisions."
Dad slammed his hand flat on the table. "Cole, that's enough. Keep your personal problems away from the table."
I glared at him. Personal problems? My mother—his wife—just fucking decided to jeopardize both fucking clubs because she was more worried about her fucking shipment of guns than doing things the fucking smart way! Because of her idiotic actions, a club member was injured. How in the hell was that personal?
I jumped up, sending my chair flying back against the wall. "I'm not listening to this shit. Let me know what you fucking decide to do."
My mother glared at me from her seat. "Cole, don't you walk out of this room. We can't make any permanent decisions without you at this table."
Gritting my teeth, I spun on my heel and stormed back over, leaning over her with a glare. She leaned back a little, clearly intimidated by me. I ignored my father calling my name and telling me to back up. "When you made the decision to have Amelia blow up the ATL's warehouse, you lost any respect I held for you, do you understand that? Back down, Mom. I will do as I fucking please. Until everyone in this rooms realizes the danger you not only put Amelia in but also this club, I refuse to sit at this fucking table and discuss business with you, understand?"
I stood back up to my full height and stormed out of the room, slamming the door closed behind me. Amelia was at her usual place at the bar, talking to Clayton. She was walking fine with only a slight limp in her walk. She said her leg barely bothered her.
Fuck, I was still so pissed off about her leg.
I walked over, interrupting their conversation. But I didn't give a damn. I needed a release, and I wanted Amelia.
I slid my arms under Amelia's legs and around her shoulders and lifted her up, holding her to my chest. "Cole, what are you doing?!" she shrieked.
I smirked down at her, loving her cute, frustrated face. "I'm taking you to my room, and I'm going to fuck you hard, Amelia. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked as I walked down the hall to my room.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I'd take that as a 'no, I don't have a problem with it.'
Amelia
Cole laid me down on his bed and slid on top of me, pulling my shirt over my head. His lips aggressively met mine, and I moaned, opening my mouth to him, allowing him to slide his tongue against mine. He reached under me and unclipped my bra. Then, his lips left mine to make their way down my neck, sucking on the spots that left me moaning and writhing beneath him.
"Fuck, I love it when you moan like that, baby," he praised, moving to my breasts.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth. I threw my head back against his mattress. "Cole," I moaned, already breathless. Fuck, he knew how to use his mouth.
"That's it, baby. Say my name.”
I slid his cut off of him and tossed it aside. Surprisingly, he didn't protest against me throwing it on the floor. Club men were very serious about their cuts. Their cuts never touched the floor unless it was on their backs. To a man in the club, their cut was like the Bible was to a priest.
I slipped his t-shirt over his head next, holding back my wince of pain at the movement in my shoulder, and moaned a little at the sensation of his skin on mine. He was all hard muscle, and it went perfectly with my soft skin. I knew he felt it too by the way he pressed his body into mine a little bit more. We fit perfectly together; it was such a shame we didn't get along outside of the bedroom.
He dipped his tongue into my belly button. I whimpered and arched my back off of the bed. Fuck, I couldn't wait to have his tongue inside of me.
He unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs gently, not once letting them rub the burn on my leg. He looked at my thong and a smirk slid its way onto his lips. "You should wear these for me more often," he said, pulling them down my legs. "They look fucking amazing on you."
Before I could reply, he had his head between my legs and was sliding his tongue over my clit. I moaned his name loudly, arching my back off the bed. His large hand splayed over my stomach, and he pushed me back down, holding me in place. He slid his tongue into my cunt. I gasped, my hands digging into his soft hair. "Oh God, Cole,” I whimpered.
He slid his hands up my body, tweaking my nipples. I shattered, crying out his name. Before I could come down, he slid up my body and pushed my legs further apart, kissing me as he entered me. My moan was swallowed by his lips.
Cole didn't hold back; he immediately began to slam into me. His fingers laced through mine, pinning them to the bed beside my head. We moved together, our moans and his grunts filling the room. When I came, he came with me, our names leaving the other's mouth.
My eyelids fluttered closed afterward, and I sighed in contentment, completely fucking sated. Cole rolled over onto his back, pulling me with him. He ran his fingers through my hair and held me to him with an arm wrapped around me.
It was strangely domesticated, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
I couldn't fall asleep in here with him. If I did, I would only fall harder for him, and I wasn't willing to do that. It would only break my heart when I saw him with one of the club women tomorrow.
I moved away from him. He looked up at me as I sat up. "Don't think you're leaving," his gruff voice spoke into the darkness.
I sighed. "Cole, I don't stay with the guy afterward. It's a rule I've set for myself. You're either sleeping alone, or you're going to get one of the club women to sleep with you. I'm not going to do it."
I got out of his bed and pulled my clothes on. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and walked out of the room. When I got to the bar, my dad was sitting beside my usual seat, nursing a beer. Dad never drank his beer alone, and he never sat beside my seat. I knew what he said to me wouldn't be anything good.
Heaving a sigh, I took a seat beside him, and the woman serving drinks gave me my usual. When she walked away to serve one of the other guys, my dad turned his head to look at me. He looked back down at his beer and took a sip before speaking. "You smell like Cole."
Dad had never had a problem with me sleeping around. It was the reason he had my mother take me to get birth control when I was fifteen. But the only person he's ever had a problem with me sleeping with was Cole. When he found out Cole took my virginity at sixteen, he was royally pissed. Travis had to actually take my dad out of town by himself to get him to calm down.
It's not that my dad had something against Cole, because he didn't. He loved Cole like his own son. But he knew how Cole was with women, and he refused to have me be just another notch in Cole’s bedpost. Dad knew how susceptible I was to Colton.
I didn't reply to him. What could I possibly say to his remark?
"You know I don't want you sleeping with him, Amelia. I refuse to let him treat you like the rest of the women he's fucked, do you understand me? Don't let me catch you with him again."
He got up and walked off. Travis caught my eye from across the room, and then I saw him blow out a harsh breath. He went to the rooms in the back, obviously to talk to Cole. Fuck, we had just started sleeping together again, and now our parents were ripping us apart.
Fuck, I needed to drink and get royally shit faced.
I downed my drink, and it quickly got refilled. Before I could drink it, Cole stormed out of the back room. "Cole, don't you dare do anything rash!" Travis hollered, following behind him.
"If that mother fucker has a problem with what the fuck I do, he can fucking say it to my face!" Cole roared.
Mom came over to me, Katie beside her. She looked at me. "Why do you always have to stir shit up, Amelia?"
My temper was already flaring. I had my dad trying to ruin what I was desperately trying to build with Cole. I had alcohol in my system. Now, my mother was accusing me of always fucking shit up? Fuck this shit.
"Oh, fuck off!" I hollered in her face. Everyone in the bar room went silent, including Colton and his dad. I’d had enough.
"Don't fucking talk to me like that!" My mom yelled at me.
I jumped to my feet. "I will fucking talk to you however I fucking see fit!" I yelled. "You're the fucking bitch that decided to walk your ass over here and accuse me of fucking shit up! Back the fuck down!"
Dad gripped my arm and pulled me back from my mom. I winced in pain; he’d grabbed the arm connected to my injured shoulder. I yanked myself out of his grip and glared at him. "Keep your fucking hands off of me!"
"You will not talk to your mother that way!" he shouted in my face. "You better be the one backing down, Amelia!"
"Fuck you and her!" I screamed, jabbing a finger in Mom's direction.
I had to get the fuck out of there. I was so pissed; I knew that I was going to black out from my anger at any minute. I stormed past them and outside to my bike. My fucking leg was killing me from the speed that I was walking at, but I didn't give a damn at the moment. I needed to get out of that goddamn club house.
I was almost to my bike when I was spun around, and a hand clamped over my mouth. "Long time, no see, Amelia."
My blood froze in my veins at the sound of that voice. Fuck a fight or flight instinct. "It was so nice of you to blow up my warehouse, Amelia. How’s that injury treating you? Do I need to do what I did to you before to get my message across to the clubs?"
Fear wracked through my body, making me tremble. This was the only man that was capable of making me feel any kind of fear. One encounter with him, and I was scared shitless. Fuck, I thought I had covered my tracks. I didn’t think that he would figure out it was me.
"I’m guessing since they haven’t bothered to start a war, you didn't give them my message from the first time, hm?" he asked me.
I shook my head, knowing I should answer him but without words. He hated it when women spoke; apparently, our voices pissed him off. I didn't want to face that anger again. I was praying to God that I wouldn't have to.
"Let's go have a little chat, Amelia."
I fought against him as he dragged me off of the club grounds, but he was way too strong. When he got me into the back of the van, he gagged me and tied my wrists behind my back. Tears filled my eyes.
Oh, God, please, not again.
I couldn't do this again.
Cole
Amelia had been gone for three fucking days. We were all beyond worried about her. She never disappeared for this long, and she’d gone radio silent. A day without any kind of word from her? Yeah. Three fucking days? Never.
I drove down the alley that I was supposed to be meeting with the DM. It was a motorcycle club that originally started with some teenage kids back in the eighties, but eventually their parents took over, and they quickly started running guns and drugs.
My eyes landed on a blanket that had a hump in the middle of it by a dumpster. I kicked my stand down after turning off my bike and walked over to the blanket. I didn’t know what was under that blanket, but I wasn’t prepared with what I saw when I lifted it.
I wanted to be sick. Amelia was lying under it, naked and bloody. I pulled her into a sitting position, checking her neck for a pulse, my own heart hammering in my chest. I felt a light one, but she was barely breathing.
Fuck, how long had she been lying here? What in the fucking hell happened to her?
4
Cole
I stretched, the muscles in my back and shoulder popping as I did so. I looked over at Amelia's bed, heaving a tired sigh. She had been in the hospital for three days now, and I hadn't left her side except to take a piss and get a shower in her hospital bathroom. The hospital staff brought me food to the room. Her parents had been by a few times, but everyone was busy trying to figure out what the fuck had happened to her. The hospital had run tests on Amelia, but we were still waiting on the results.
All I knew was that she didn't have any broken bones, and most likely, she wouldn't have any brain damage. She still had yet to wake up though. I was going nuts. Fuck, it was driving me insane not knowing what the fuck happened to her and who did it to her.
I ran my thumb over her bruised and scraped knuckles. She winced, and I jumped up from my chair, hovering over her, desperate for some kind of other movement. She groaned, and I pressed the button for the nurse. "Amelia, baby, squeeze my hand if you can hear me," I said softly.
She lightly squeezed my hand, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked around and groaned. "I'm so sick of being in the hospital," she muttered.
The nurse came into the room, a doctor following behind her. "Good. You're awake," the doctor said to her. "Is it okay if I talk to you with Colton in the room?” At her nod, he continued. “I need you to confirm what I'm about to say. I know that I'm not wrong, but if you can't confirm this, then you may have some brain trauma that we need to look into."
Amelia slowly nodded, looking a bit wary. And she wouldn’t meet my gaze. "We just got the results back from your other tests a couple of hours ago. Amelia, you were raped, am I correct?"
Tears filled her eyes. My heart rate sped up. No way. There was no fucking way my girl was raped. It felt like my heart was being squeezed tightly. Fuck.
Amelia nodded. An officer came into the room, and I was instantly pulled back from her. "What the fuck?!" I barked as they yanked my arms behind my back. "What in the hell is going on?!"
Amelia stared at me with her mouth hanging open in shock. "Cole, what did you do?" she whispered.
"You are under arrest for the rape of Amelia Johnson. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"
