Black Skulls (Bloody Black Skulls MC #2) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bloody Black Skulls MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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He chuckled and looked at Cole. “Say, aren’t you—”

“The one that you accused of raping Amelia? Yeah,” Cole ground out, stuffing a fry in his mouth.

I squeezed his hand in mine. I knew he fucking hated thinking about that time of my life. “It was actually someone else,” I told the doctor. “Can I go home? I really want to go to sleep in my own bed.” I was trying to steer the conversation away from my kidnappings. All it ever did was make Cole angry and me sick to my stomach.

“You seem to be fine, Amelia. I’ll let you go home. Just take it easy for a little while so your body has time to heal. I’m sure that you don’t want to have a miscarriage,” he warned.

He nodded at the nurse to unhook me from everything. I signed my release forms, and Cole helped me off of the bed. He handed me a bag. “I packed you some clothes,” he explained.

“Thanks.” I murmured, trying not to breathe in his face. I knew my breath had to smell fucking horrible.

When I was changed and had rinsed my mouth out, I walked out of the bathroom. Cole pulled me into his arms and kissed me. “Come on. Your bike is completely ruined, so you have to ride with me.”

I pouted. “My bike,” I whined.

He chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose. “We’ll get you a new one. Yours isn’t even worth fixing.”

I sighed and grabbed his hand. He leaned down and kissed me again, lacing his fingers through mine. “Come on. Let’s get the fuck out of this hell hole.”

When we got home, everyone was lying on the ground with FBI agents standing around them. Cole and I got off of his bike, quickly rushing over. “What in the hell is going on here?!” I yelled at the agents.

“We’re searching the place again, and since most of your crew is drunk, we got rid of any potential problems by making them lay on the ground,” Agent Blake retorted.

“Listen here, you fucking bitch—” I bit out, ready to swing at him. I really hated this cocky son of a bitch.

Cole grabbed my arm in his hand, squeezing it gently. “Amelia, just let them search. They won’t find anything,” he told me reassuringly.

I wasn’t worried about them finding anything. I wanted to fucking kill Agent Blake for making my life and everyone else’s here a fucking living hell!

I spotted Travis lying on the ground, clenching his jaw in anger. Katie looked just as pissed off. I heard my mom yelling, and she was dragged out of the clubhouse in handcuffs.

“What in the hell?!” I screamed, throwing my hands up in the air. My mom had no reason to fucking go to jail. Fuck, she was probably the most innocent person out of the whole fucking lot of us.

“Amelia, your mother is under arrest for the murder of Luke Johnson,” Lisa Gray said, walking up to me.

My mouth dropped open in shock. I instantly felt sick. “Say what?” I whispered.

Travis jumped up, and all hell broke loose.

15

I bounced my knee as I sat in a chair in the waiting room of the police station, running my fingers through my hair. FBI agents were swarming the place, but I wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. I was seething with anger and betrayal. My own mother had somehow had a hand in my dad’s death, and I was going to find out what the hell she had fucking done.

“Miss Johnson, if you follow me, you can speak to your mother,” Lisa Gray said, walking up to me.

I glared up at the agent that had spoken to me a few days ago about being part of another crew. “Before I go in there, tell me what evidence you possibly have about what happened to my dad, and what my mother did to involve herself in his death,” I snapped up at her.

She sighed heavily, sadness coating her eyes as she looked down at me. “Amelia, we found the weapon that matched the one used on your dad. Your mother says she was at the clubhouse the entire time he was gone. Can you vouch for that?” she asked me gently.

Looking back, I realized that I actually couldn’t. That really fucking cut me deep. I was hoping that my mother hadn’t done this to him, but it was looking more and more possible by the fucking second.

I shook my head at the agent, giving her the answer that she feared was right. She sighed and nodded. I followed her to the interrogation room where she let me in, letting me know to bang on the door when I wanted out.

I sat in the chair across from the one I knew they would place her in. When she was brought into the room, her hands were cuffed in front of her. They made her sit in the chair and chained her to the leg of the table. The agents walked out, and I glared at my mother. I was fucking livid. I swear, if we weren’t in the middle of a fucking police station, and there weren’t cameras and agents watching our every fucking move, I would strangle the fucking life out of her. She had betrayed me in the worst goddamn way.


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