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)
My mom came into my room. “How the fuck could you do that to her?” she asked me when she entered.
I looked up at her through teary eyes. I just got Amelia in my grasp. I couldn’t fucking lose her.
“Mom, I don’t remember screwing Tammi. Everything from last night is just gone,” I muttered.
She grunted. “For fuck’s sake, Cole, you’re a fucking president of one of the most dangerous clubs in the United States, and you can’t fucking figure out when you’ve been drugged?” she snapped. “I thought you would be smart enough to always watch your fucking drink!”
I ignored her ranting. “Mom, I can’t fucking lose Amelia,” I mumbled, dropping my head into my hands. I wanted so badly to go after her, but she had warned me not to. I wanted to trust her to come back, but I was so fucking afraid that she really wouldn’t.
“Don’t let this kid be the only thing that pulls you two together,” she said, sitting beside me. “Cole—”
I cut her off. “Isn’t that how you and Dad decided to be together though?” I asked her.
“Yes, but there were feelings there,” she told me gently. “It’s so hard to read Amelia, honey. How can you know that your feelings for her are returned?”
I grabbed my knife off my nightstand and twisted it around my fingers. “Mom, Amelia has a heart of steel. She doesn’t let people see her vulnerable if she can help it. She likes to make everyone think that she doesn’t give a damn about anything. What you just saw out there was a woman whose heart had been shattered and stepped all over by the man that she cares about. Yet, I can’t give her a fucking explanation as to what happened because I can’t fucking remember anything!” I finally yelled at the end, throwing the knife into the wall.
My dad came into the room. “Cole, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Amy is on her way to the hospital. Amelia was just hit by a truck,” he informed me.
“What?!” I roared, jumping up from my bed and running out to my bike. Fuck, please let her be okay. Please, let her and my child be okay.
Amelia
I blinked awake, the first thing I saw being Cole and my mom in a heated conversation at my bedside. “You’re no fucking good for her, Cole,” my mom snapped at him.
“You’re one to talk, aren’t you?” Cole seethed. “She lost her fucking father, and she’s knocked up. She needs her mother there for her now more than any other time, and yet, you fucking told her you can’t stand to be in the same room as her! Unlike you, I fucking care about what happens to Amelia, and I won’t let herself get harmed anymore if I can fucking help it, but you—you fucking let her go to jail for shit you and Luke knew about!” he finally roared, clenching his fists.
“Please shut up,” I mumbled, putting a hand to my head and shutting my eyes. Fuck, my head hurt so fucking bad.
I felt Cole’s large hand grab my own. “Amelia, you’re awake,” he breathed.
“Mhm,” I hummed. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Tammi?” I snapped at him as everything started coming back to me.
“Baby, you need to listen to me.” I looked over at him, wincing at the harsh light in the room. “I swear to you, I don’t remember screwing Tammi. All I remember is walking down the hallway. Everything after that just isn’t there. I don’t remember anything. It’s all blank,” he pleaded, his hands squeezing my own, desperately trying to get me to understand.
I gaped at him. I could tell that he was telling the truth. I mean, hell, there were tears in his eyes. “Okay,” I whispered. I looked down at my belly which had a couple of things wrapped around it. My heart sped up double time as panic gripped my chest. “Cole—”
He cut me off, soothing his hand over my hair. “Our baby is fine,” he said softly. “I don’t know how. Fuck, it’s a goddamn miracle, but our baby is fine. You, however, didn’t break any bones, but you have one hell of a concussion. You were out for two days.”
“That would explain my headache,” I mumbled.
The door to my room opened, and Katie came in with a fast food bag. “Here, Cole. I figured you were hungry so I picked up some food on my way here,” she told him.
He sat in the chair that was beside my bed and took the food from his mom. She smiled at me. “Good to see that you’re awake.”
My mom cleared her throat. “Amelia—” she began.
I glared at her. “I don’t fucking need you here,” I spat at her. She flinched. “You’re not a real fucking mother. I remind you too much of Dad,” I reminded her. “You made it perfectly fucking clear that you can’t stand to be in the same room as me. So, get the fuck out of here and go fuck yourself.”