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)
I knew what she had done now, and a part of me wished I didn’t know.
I walked ahead of Cole into the clubhouse wordlessly. It was still a mess from what had happened yesterday. Travis had gone fucking ballistic, destroying everything in his fucking path after the agents had left.
Travis jumped off the ground, his face a mask of pure rage. I had never seen Travis like this. He looked like he could murder my mom.
“You fucking whore!” he roared at my mom. “How the fuck could you do something like this?!”
“I didn’t fucking do it!” she yelled at Travis, her bottom lip trembling.
“Like hell you fucking didn’t!” he yelled at her. “My best friend is fucking dead because of you! If you were that fucking miserable with him, why the fuck didn’t you just get a goddamn divorce?!”
At this point, he was already across the lot, standing in front of her and the agent that was pulling her toward the car. “Travis, I didn’t do it.” Her voice cracked though, giving away her lie.
He wrapped his hands around her neck. “If another fucking lie comes out of your mouth—”
Cole unwrapped Travis’s hands from around her throat, and another club member pulled him backward. Katie came over and slammed her fist into my mom’s face. Blood spurted from her nose. The agent stood by quietly, not doing anything. Smart man, he was. This was a family matter, and he obviously knew better than to get in the middle of it.
“If you fucking show your face around here ever again, I’ll bury you myself, do you understand?” Katie snarled at her.
With that statement, Katie moved away from her, going to Travis. Travis was sitting on the ground, his face in his hands, tears running down his cheeks. She moved his hands and cupped his cheeks, making him meet her eyes. My heart clenched seeing Travis so broken. He never cried, and he rarely showed emotion unless he was yelling at someone.
“Baby, she will get the end that she deserves,” Katie said softly to him. “Trust me; I’ll make sure of it.”
That was enough of a shock to most of us around. Katie was actually showing some affection toward her husband. The next thing could have knocked us to the ground with the shock we felt. Travis yanked Katie down on his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly, burying his face in her neck. She rubbed her hand over his hair softly, whispering comforting words into his ear.
I turned away at that point.
I looked at the women and the prospects. “Get this place cleaned up,” I ground out.
Travis came over to me. Cole wrapped an arm around my waist protectively. His dad shook his head at him, letting Cole know that he wasn’t there to start any shit with me. “I’m not here to take revenge, Cole,” Travis told him. “By the look on her face, I know she had nothing to do with this. But since Amy is a fucking bitch—may she burn in Hell—I got everything that I knew Luke would rather see you with than anyone else,” he told me, handing the box in his hands to Cole. Travis gave me a small smile that looked more like a grimace. He was obviously still hurting after finding out his best friend’s wife killed his best friend. “Amelia, no one here thinks of you the way we all think of her. You’re Luke’s daughter, and you’re family. Nothing will change that. You may not have any blood to turn to, but you have us,” he assured me.
I hugged him, tears dripping down my cheeks for the second time that day. “Thank you,” I whispered.
I felt him nod. I moved away again, and he sighed. “Make Luke proud, will you? You’re just like him. You’re already making a great VP, Amelia. Be the legend that he was.”
I nodded. He turned around and walked over to Katie. She leaned up and kissed him softly. I walked down the hall to my room. When I walked in, Cole followed behind, placing the box on my bed. I sighed and opened the box. The first think I pulled out was his cut, and I started crying all over again. Cole wrapped his arms around me tightly, whispering soothing words into my ear.
When I had calmed down, I set the cut down on the back of my desk chair and pulled out everything else from the box. There were pictures of him holding me when I was a baby and more pictures of us together as I grew up. I smiled at the pictures. I didn’t even know he had kept all of these and framed them at that. I tossed the box to the side and set the pictures up in my room.
I really fucking missed my dad. I didn’t realize how much until I saw his smiling face in the first picture that had been taken of all the club members that I had actually joined in on. I was Daddy’s little girl, and I always would be.