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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Cole pushed me out of the hospital and out to his truck. When we got to the clubhouse, Cole pushed me inside. Brian grinned at me. “Finally got out, huh?”

I nodded, smiling. “I can’t ride until after I have the baby, but it’s nice to be back here around all of you fuckers.”

Travis and Katie came out of the living area and smiled when they saw me. “Good to have you back here,” Travis told me, gripping my shoulder as he walked past.

I nodded and looked up at Cole. “Call church,” I told him.

“Everyone in the chapel!” Cole hollered.

He wheeled me into the room and up to my spot at the table. “Look at that belly,” one of the guys said. “Getting big there, aren’t you, Amelia?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “I’ll be glad when it’s over so that I can finally start riding again,” I retorted.

I loved my kid, don’t get me wrong, but I really missed being able to ride my bike and getting involved in club retaliation. I missed it all.

“You won’t want to do anything for a while,” Katie said, coming into the room and taking a seat. “Especially when you’ll be getting up every two hours to feed the baby.”

I shrugged. “I’ll be alright.”

When everyone was in their seats, Cole started the meeting. “Amelia, you’re the one who wanted the meeting, so what’s up?” he asked me, arching an eyebrow.

I leaned forward, lacing my fingers together on the table. “What’s the word on the DM?” I asked.

Cole ran a hand down his face. “Nothing yet. They’ve all gone into hiding. We can’t find them any-fucking-where,” he muttered. “They’re not even on their territory.”

I sighed and leaned back. “So, I’m guessing our men are just sitting up in London’s Tears’ territory, just sitting on their asses?” I asked.

Cole nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to bring them back yet incase London’s Tears randomly get attacked.”

I looked over at Travis. “You have contacts. Get on finding one of them. If we can get at least one member, then we can get some information out of him.”

“I’ve tried—” Travis started, but I interrupted him. I was done playing games with this whole fucking situation. They had almost made me miscarry and had almost killed both me and Carlos; I wanted those fuckers to pay.

“Try harder,” I snapped. “I was fucking kidnapped, and I could have drowned had it not been for Carlos. So, fucking try harder.”

He glared at me. “I don’t take fucking orders from you,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

“I’m your fucking VP,” I snapped at him. “You’re no longer in a position to tell me what you are and aren’t going to do, so fucking do as I say and start getting in touch with people and finding out where these bastards are hiding, or get the fuck away from this table.”

He clenched his jaw but didn’t say anything else. I looked at Cole. “Is there anything I don’t know about that I should?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “No. Anything else you want to bring to the table?” he asked me.

I shook my head. He ended the meeting, and everyone left the room. Cole ran his fingers through his hair once we were alone, sighing tiredly. “Amelia, what in the hell have we gotten ourselves into?” he asked me.

I looked over at him. “You and I both know that this shit didn’t start with us. It started with our parents,” I reminded him. “They made the decisions to go to war with other clubs and to get us involved in guns and drugs. We just have to follow what they started and finish everything.”

“We need to get out of this shit.”

I shook my head sadly. We couldn’t get out of it right now. If we thought we had issues now, getting out of this mess would only cause more shit. We already had too much to deal with as it was.

“Cole, getting out of it will just put cross hairs on the entire club and everyone surrounding it. Our enemies and the people we deal with will come after us and our families. It’s best if we just continue what we’re doing and deal with the problems we already have instead of just creating more.”

He looked over at me and then down at my protruding belly. “You really want this kind of life for our kid?” he asked me tiredly.

I grabbed his hand in mine, gently squeezing it. “Cole, we’re fine, so our child will be fine. We can protect our kid,” I assured him.

Cole snorted. “Amelia, I can barely protect you, and look at what happened to my little sister.”

I flinched. He tightened his hand around mine. Heather was a subject I still didn’t like to touch.

And he didn’t need to beat himself up over me. It was mostly my fault that I was always getting hurt in the first place.


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