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)
Amelia jerked back, staring at her with wide eyes. “Who the fuck are you?” Amelia demanded.
The agent sighed and leaned her head back against the building. “I’m Lisa Gray—an FBI agent. I was sixteen when I got pregnant with my daughter.”
“You were involved with bikers?” Amelia asked incredulously.
She handed Amelia her card when she saw the agents coming out of the clubhouse. “Give me a call, and I’ll come out here and talk to you. I know how hard this life can get. Trust me, I’m an ally, not an enemy.”
Amelia took her card slowly, watching as Lisa got up and walked to her car. Amelia turned her head to me, her eyes wide with alarm. I shrugged and walked over to her. “If I were you, I’d give her a call, baby. She just gave you some shit to blackmail her with. If that’s not a statement that clearly says ‘you can trust me’, I don’t know what is.”
“Cole, she’s the fucking FBI,” Amelia sneered, the thought of any member of law enforcement being an ally obviously pissing her off and making her wary.
I tucked her hair behind her ear. “You know, not all cops are enemies, babe. The best allies are made when you give someone a chance.”
She glanced at the card and then back up at me. “If this backfires, I’ll shoot you in your foot. I don’t want to go back to jail, and that’s all that’s ever happened in the past.”
14
Amelia
I twisted the business card between my fingers, sighing. I really didn’t want to call this agent. Honestly, what proof had she given me that she really did used to be involved with bikers? Was it even true that she had a kid?
I huffed and tossed the card onto my desk. Fuck Cole for wanting me to do this. Making an ally out of an FBI agent would only end badly. Nothing good ever came out of being friends with a cop. They would fucking stab you in your back in a heartbeat. I knew from experience. Sadly, Cole and the rest of the club still had yet to learn.
“Are you going to call her?” Cole asked as he came into my room.
“No,” I told him while still glaring at the card. “What proof do I have that what she says is the truth?”
“Babe, we could use an alliance with the FBI,” he told me, sighing heavily.
I switched my glare over to him. “The last time I trusted a cop, my ass got sent to jail for five months, and it was hell. I don’t want to make the same mistake again.”
Cole’s eyebrows pulled together. “You went to jail because of a deal with a cop?”
I sighed and nodded. I had forgotten that Cole didn’t know my reason for going to jail. “Travis asked me to make a deal for the Black Skulls. Shit was going great until I found out he had alliances with the ATL, and then, all of a sudden, I’m being slammed onto the ground and my wrists are being cuffed behind my back. His daughter was the witness.”
“So, you went to jail because of my fucking dad?” he asked, that muscle in his jaw ticking furiously. “For fuck’s sake, Amelia, how much other shit have you done for the club that has backfired and everyone else let you take the fall?”
I shrugged. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. “Hey, didn’t you go to the doctor’s this morning?” he asked suddenly.
I nodded at him. “The baby is fine. They’re still going to monitor it though.”
He nodded, eyeing my stomach. I stood up and slid my gun into my belt. I looked up at him. “I’m going to go make a certain blonde’s life hell,” I told him, shrugging my cut on.
He sighed. “Amelia, that’s all you’ve been doing since she got here. I’m handling it,” he told me.
Handling it. I let that settle in for a moment. Then, it hit me. Of course, he was fucking handling it! He made a fucking promise to her, and Cole’s conscious would never let him sleep if he didn’t keep that promise. He was helping the bitch and probably fucking her, too!
I stormed out of the room, moving quick enough so he couldn’t stop me from leaving. I stormed into the barroom. “Where’s Tammy?” I snapped at Lorenzo.
He jerked his head to where she was sitting at a table, sipping at a beer and talking to Katie and my mom. I stormed over and wrapped her blonde hair around my head, jerking her head back to stare me in my eyes. “I’ve got one fucking question for you,” I spit.
“Amelia—”
I jerked my head in Cole’s direction, the anger coating my face shutting him up. “Say another fucking word, and I’ll make sure you never fucking touch another woman again, including me, do you fucking understand?” I snapped.