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)
Dad came into the room. "Calm down, Cole. I've already laid in on her. The damage is already done to Amelia, and we can’t change that. How bad is her leg?"
I clenched my fists, ready to destroy this fucking room in my rage. I was seeing red. The girl I cared about was lying in a hospital bed because my mom sent her out to do the job of the goddamn clubs. To say I was fucking livid was a goddamn understatement.
"I've got to get the hell out of here before I strangle my own mother,” I spat, storming over to the door. “Fucking ask the doctor how she is. Just fucking call me when she wakes up."
I stormed out of the room, slamming Amelia’s hospital room door behind me. I couldn’t believe this shit. This was un-fucking-believable. My mother hadn't heard the last of this and neither had Amelia. I would be damned if I fucking let something like this happen again. Amelia was a danger to her own fucking self. I could barely stand to leave her alone in the damn garage. Everything bad happened when she was around. She could be in a padded room with nothing in it, and she would still find a way to injure herself.
Drew stepped into the waiting room. My temper flared even worse upon seeing his fucking face, and his next question didn’t fucking help my raging temper either. "How is she?" he asked.
I clenched my fist. I still hadn't forgot about him kissing Amelia. Now was not a good time for him to be speaking to me.
"Fucking ask a doctor," I snarled, moving to walk around him before I fucked his face up.
He scrunched his eyebrows together, confusion clouding his features. "Cole, man, what in the hell is wrong with you?"
I lost it. I didn’t have the patience for someone to be questioning me, especially this goddamn bastard. The only fucking woman I had ever cared about was lying in a hospital bed because of her own stupidity. My mother was to blame for it all for sending Amelia out there in the first place. My father had the audacity to tell me to calm down and to let this shit go. Now, this fucker was questioning what was wrong with me? How about he kissed the fucking woman that everyone knew I had a claim on? For fuck's sake, at least everyone else had the common sense to keep their affairs with her in the bedroom and out of my eyesight!
I slammed my fist into his nose, feeling it break under my hand. I clenched his shirt in my fist, yanking his face close to mine as blood poured from his nose. Rage clouded my features. I was fucking livid.
"If you ever fucking go near Amelia again, I'll hospitalize you. Amelia is mine, understand?" I growled, glaring at him.
I shoved him away from me before he could answer and stormed out of the hospital. I needed to get far away from everyone before I did something I would end up regretting or something that would land me in a jail cell.
3
Amelia
I pulled the blanket over my face to block out the bright, white light. Whose fucking idea was it to have on the damn light? Whoever turned it on was about to find out what the fuck I thought about it; that was for damn sure.
I pulled the blanket down from my face, blinking harshly against the light, trying to adjust my eyes to it. I looked over and spotted Cole sitting in a chair beside my bed, doing something on his phone.
Fuck, he was handsome. Even though he looked like he got little to no sleep and was obviously pissed off, he still managed to look like a fucking sex god. This man was born with some seriously good genes.
"Did you turn on the fucking light?" I asked him, not at all bothering to cover my pissed off tone.
He looked over at me. "Yes, I did," he responded after studying my face for a moment. "Got a problem with it?"
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.