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)
Though that didn't mean that I wouldn't do everything in my fucking power to hurt whoever hurt her and to protect her to the best of my ability.
My dad and mom looked up, as did all the other members at my loud entrance. “You're a few minutes late, aren't you, Cole?” my dad asked.
I glared at him, my temper only flaring more at his audacity to lecture me on time. “Don't you fucking lecture me on time,” I snarled. He clenched his jaw. “You're five months and three weeks too late to be lecturing someone on fucking time. Why in the hell wasn't the club informed about Amelia being locked up?!” I roared.
My mom glared at my dad. Good—at least someone fucking agreed with me. “Travis, are you fucking kidding me?!” she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation. “You kept this a secret from the club?! The club should have fucking known!”
My dad slammed his palms down on the table, standing up from his seat at the head of the table. “There's more to the fucking story than anyone knows—even me!” he hollered at us both, losing his cool. Hell, it didn't take much these days for him to get angry. “Amelia is the only damn person that holds the fucking secrets, so there was no fucking need to tell someone if we didn't know the whole fucking story behind her time inside and how the fuck she got there!”
Amelia stepped into the room. She looked fucking amazing with her dark hair cascading around her shoulders. Her long legs were hidden beneath a pair of blue jeans that disappeared into combat boots. She had on a leather jacket over a white t-shirt with her cut over the jacket. I got hard at the sight of her standing in the room like she owned the place.
God, she was a sight for sore eyes.
Besides, I was still pissed at her for keeping secrets from the clubs—from me.
“I was called here?” she asked, her eyes flickering to me and then back to my dad.
Whatever reason she had been called in here for was no longer on anyone's mind since everyone in the room had just been slapped with the news of her time in jail.
My mom walked over to her, glaring. Amelia didn't back down like other people would have. My mom could intimidate anyone but Amelia, and that drove her insane. She felt like she had no control when she couldn't have the upper hand over someone.
“You better fucking tell us what in the hell is going on in your life that is stopping this club from retaliating on the fucking rat that got you sent inside,” she spat at Amelia.
Amelia smirked. I hated that fucking smirk on her lips. She looked cold and sadistic.
“Back down, Katie. I'm a Black Skull, not a Bloody Royal,” she reminded her. “You and Travis may be married, and we may all work closely with one another, but we haven't joined the clubs together yet, so I don't have to listen to you.” She stepped closer to my mom so their chests were touching. I knew Amelia was intimidating my mom, but I knew my mom wouldn't show her that. “And I'm not telling you or anyone else in this room a goddamn thing about my enemies or my time inside. I don't need the club to handle my dirty work. If that was all that I was called in here for, then I'm leaving. I've got shit to do.”
I was seething. My hands were shaking because I was so pissed. I wanted to break something. She couldn't keep fucking secrets from the club like this. It ruined the whole fucking meaning of family. We protected what was ours, especially our women. She was going to get herself hurt sooner rather than later if she didn't fess up on everything and let us help her.
“Amelia, you better start talking right now,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
She glared at me, her eyes lighting up with fury. It turned me on, but I was too pissed at the moment to even think about how fucking beautiful she looked standing up to me. She had to be the only woman who had the confidence to argue with me.
“Fuck off, Colton,” she snapped at me, using my full name. “I'm not telling you or anyone else anything. Until I know that I can trust this club to retaliate without fucking getting all of your asses sent to prison, my secret stays just what it is—my secret.”
She was one to fucking talk when she got her ass sent to jail for five months for some fucking random reason. She had a point though, even if I didn’t like it. My mom got sent to prison for almost ten years for retaliation on another club, and on top of that, we had almost ruined the clubs in our rage when we killed that stupid fucking cop.