by Smith, T. O.
"Amelia, you better start talking, right now." I ground out through clenched teeth.
She glared at me, her eyes lighting up in 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.
She stormed out of the room, slamming the doors shut behind her with a loud bang. I clenched my fists. I was going to find her after this meeting and fucking get this secret out of her, even if it was the last fucking thing I did. I refused to find her body in a shallow grave off Route 44 just because she didn’t want goddamn help. Who knew Amelia could be so fucking secretive?
I sat down at the table next to my mom, which was my spot considering I was her VP. I had to do something to keep my mind off of this Amelia bullshit.
"What's on the table?" I demanded to know.
"We've got to find out what's going on with Amelia." My mom said. I sighed. This wasn’t what I was trying to talk about. I was trying to get my mind off of this shit. "She's putting both clubs in danger by keeping secrets. Secrets make clubs vulnerable. I refuse to have that."
"We're going to leave her alone." Luke said, speaking up. He was my dad’s VP, and though he rarely spoke, he was a damn good VP. "I mean it, Katie. She's right. What proof do we have to make her think we can do retaliation against the rat without ruining both clubs? We have none. We almost ruined the clubs by killing that cop that arrested you, and you went to prison for almost ten years for retaliation. Is that supposed to make her feel that we won't ruin everything that we’ve worked so hard to build?"
"That's mine and Travis's decision to make, not hers." My mom snapped at him.
"It's her life, therefore it’s her decision." He said. "My point is made."
My dad sighed. "Whatever Amelia is hiding, it’s something that will most likely hurt us just by us finding out. Amelia has always done what is in the best interest for this club and everyone sitting at this table knows that. She would never do anything to hurt any of us. We need to let her come to us on her own time and her own terms; we just have to be patient." His eyes locked with mine, knowing every word coming out of his mouth was pissing me off more and more. "I mean it, Cole. Leave it be. We've got other shit to worry about."
I clenched my fists. I swear, if I found her dead somewhere, I'd ruin everyone in this room. I'd make them all hurt just as much as I would.
"Next order of business." I spat, changing the subject. If I didn’t focus my mind on something else, I was going to cause hell and uproar in this room.
"The ATL's were found at one of our ports.” My dad said. “Guns were found missing. We need to retaliate. They're not going to get away with stealing our shit, nor being on our territory."
I nodded. This was something I could do. It would make me feel a lot damn better to get the fuck away from this goddamn club house for a little while, too.
"I'll take Keifer, Drew, and Lorenzo with me, and we'll see what we can find out." I told my dad.
My dad nodded. "Good. That's all we need to talk about then. Ride out. Keep in touch."
I got up from the table and walked out of the room with everyone following behind me. Amelia was sitting at the bar with Heather, and they seemed to be in a heated argument. "What's going on?" I asked, walking over.
"This bitch is stealing my old man." Heather spat, her eyes glaring at Amelia. "I'm just giving her a little warning."
Amelia smirked, seeming too amused by the whole situation. "Is that what this conversation has been about the entire time?” Amelia laughed. “Man, I'd have loved to know that. I'm sure your mother would love to know that her dear little sixteen-year-old daughter has an old man. That would really make her happy."
I sighed. If there was one thing Amelia was good at, it was stirring up shit. All three of us knew my mom would flip her shit if she found out Heather supposedly had an old man at the age of sixteen.
"Just stay away from Drew." Heather spat at her.
"He was a good lay, darling. Really good." Amelia said, her lips still twisted into that cold smirk.
My blood boiled at the thought of Amelia with another man. I buried it down, though. She couldn't know I was jealous. It meant I had feelings for her, and I couldn’t let her see that. I needed her safe, and having her around me would put cross-hairs on the back of her head.
Heather glared at her and walked away. Amelia looked up at me. "Can I help you, Cole?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"We're about to ride out. I figured I would just let you know." I said.
I didn’t know why I was bothering to tell her. I didn't know why I did a lot of things with Amelia. I cared about her. I knew that much. She had the power to piss me off one minute and make me want to fuck her senseless the next. I guess I just wanted her to care for me like I did her. Hell, who the fuck really knew.
Everyone here knew that I'd never settle down, though. I didn't get attached. I had too much shit to worry about to keep up with a woman. I didn't need cross hairs on the back of her head constantly. That's exactly what I'd be putting on any woman that I got serious with.
And I cared way too damn much about Amelia to put her in that kind of danger.
She raised her other eyebrow so both of them were now raised at me. “I care why?” She asked.
I walked away without saying anything. As I was getting on my bike, I saw her standing right outside of the club house doors kissing Drew. I clenched my fists. How dare she fucking kiss him right in front of me? Son of a bitch, she pissed me off!
~*~*~
Amelia's POV
I smirked, releasing Drew once I saw how pissed off Cole had looked. There was a lot of sexual tension between Cole and I. Everyone could see it; hell, there was so much sexual tension between us, you could practically touch it. We all knew Cole wanted to stake a claim on me, but he wouldn't because he enjoyed the single life way too much. Yet, he couldn't hide those feelings if he were a mile away from me.
I wanted to be with Cole more than anything. One day, I would make him realize what he was missing out on. Until the day came for him to realize it, I was just going to try to force him to see it and hope to God he made the right moves.
Sure, it pissed me off that he left me in my bed when I was sixteen after taking my virginity, but I wanted Cole more than I wanted anything. When I set my eyes on something, I was determined to have it.
Cole glared at me as he drove away and my smirk grew. His jealousy was getting worse and worse by the day. It wouldn’t surprise me if Drew came back with a broken nose.
The only thing that would possibly keep Cole and I apart, even if he admitted his feelings for me, was my past. I wasn't willing to open up about what happened to me in jail, or leading up to my time in jail. It would hurt too much to relive telling him, and those secrets were better left buried. The whole club may know about me harboring secrets, but the past is the past. They're going to have to let it go.
Besides, my secrets were better left buried, not only for my well-being, but the well-being of the clubs.
Two
Cole's POV
I pulled up to the back of the warehouse that belonged to the ATL. We had found the fuckers that had taken our guns and tracked them here. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to just open fire on their asses for taking our shit, but we had to be careful about planning retaliation on
these fuckers.
The best retaliation was the most planned out one, and neither of the clubs could afford another member in jail at the moment. So, I had to do this the smart way, no matter how much of a pain in the ass it was.
"Are these the guns that you told me about?" I heard a voice with a Hispanic accent ask.
"Yes.” Another deep voice replied. “We just got these a couple of nights ago. They came from the Black Skulls.”
Fucking bastards. I thought to myself. You stole our fucking guns! Just say that instead of beating around the fucking bush!
"The Black Skulls would never make a deal with you, Rico. Tell the truth. Where did you get these guns from?" The same Hispanic voice demanded, rage coating his words.
"We stole them from the Black Skulls." Another voice said, almost sheepishly.
I heard something crash to the floor and Lorenzo snickered quietly beside me. Someone was in deep shit for stealing our guns, and they should be. Before this was all done and over with, they would not only feel the wrath of their own club, but they’d feel what it was like to fuck with my club.
"Are you stupid?!" The one with the Hispanic accent roared. "For fuck's sake, those bastards are probably hunting down every single fucking one of us as we speak! You don't go stealing shit from the Black Skulls or the Bloody Royals! You just started a fucking war because of your stupidity! You're not messing with just one biker club by doing this, Rico, you're fucking with two of them!”
It was silent for a moment, and then the Hispanic man spoke again. "Clean this mess up and lay low. Stay near the club house and don't leave town. Don’t go anywhere without someone else with you, and that goes for the whole club. We've got to get in touch with some people because of your fucking stupidity incase this starts a goddamn war. Roll out boys."
When they pulled off, we went around to the front of the warehouse and I picked the lock on the door. I slung it open and walked inside. There was not only guns in the warehouse, but cocaine and weed, also. "Holy hell." Drew said as we all looked around the warehouse. "Looks like we're not the only ones running drugs around here."
I reined in my anger at hearing Drew speak. It wouldn't do good to break Drew's nose here. I didn't want to hear a word out of his mouth right now. I was still fucking pissed off about him kissing Amelia in front of me. I’d love nothing more than to lay his ass out cold on the ground, but I didn’t feel like dragging an unconscious body back to the club house.
"Yeah, I don't think mom or dad knew either.” I muttered. “Let's roll. We've got to get back so that I can inform them about this as soon as possible."
~*~*~
Amelia's POV
I was in the garage working on tuning up my bike when Katie walked over to me. "Amelia, I need a favor." She said, handing me a rag to wipe my hands on.
I cocked an eyebrow at her, rolling my shoulder where my knife wound was bothering me as I wiped my hands on the grease towel. Katie rarely asked me to do anything, mostly because she didn't want to argue with me about what she wanted me to do. Everyone here knew that I ran by my own agenda and most of the time, it involved me getting into a lot of trouble, but I always got the job done. I was a risky person to send to do club shit, but I was the most reliable. I was a last resort to both clubs, not because I'm bad at what I do, but because they're afraid they'll be burying me six feet under one day.
"What favor would that be?" I asked her, tossing the rag onto the seat of my bike.
"When Cole gets back, he's going to be giving us some information on the ATL. Once I get the information from him, I'm going to give it to you and I want you to retaliate against the ATL for me. Can you do that?"
My mind trailed off to that ATL bastard and his men. I didn’t want to put myself under their radar anymore, not after what they had done to me last time.
I couldn’t let Katie see my weakness, though, and if I showed fear in front of her or anyone else in this club, it would raise suspicions.
And I couldn’t have the club knowing what happened to me. I couldn’t give the ATL what they wanted.
I smirked at her, ignoring the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could do this. Retaliation is nothing more than causing trouble. Trouble is my middle name. I start it everywhere and anywhere. I just had to be extra careful and make sure that no ATL member saw me.
God forbid that son of a bitch or his brothers got their hands on me again.
"Sure can.” I told her. “It won't be traced back to the club."
She nodded. "I know. That's why I want you to do it."
I cocked my head to the side, looking at her with curious eyes. There was one thing I was curious about. Retaliation was usually planned by the VPs and the presidents, so why wasn't it being done that way this time?
"Why isn't this being done as a club thing?" I asked her.
She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "Travis wants to wait to retaliate. He wants them to think we haven't figured out it was them and then do something, but I need those guns back as soon as possible.” She told me. “Bloody Royals has a run two days from now and this shipment needs to start getting ready to go tomorrow.” She inclined her head to me. “Get the guns and then, do your thing. I'm counting on you, Amelia."
We shook hands on it. "You've got my word that it'll get it done." I assured her.
~*~*~
Cole had been back for a few hours now and Katie had given me the information that I needed to retaliate on the ATL. I was planning to leave at midnight. Everyone here would be too wasted to notice that I was leaving.
I sat at the bar, sipping on my beer as I watched Cole make out with some random girl. He had her pinned against the wall and if they took it any farther, he'd be fucking her. Though, unlike a lot of the other men here, I'd never seen Cole have sex in the middle of the club house. He always took his affairs to his bedroom. He had that much decency, at least.
Cole pulled his lips away from the blonde and turned his head, his eyes meeting mine. He'd obviously sensed that he was being watched. Cole could sense someone watching him like a sixth sense. It was what made him such a great vice president, and would make him an even better president.
I lifted my beer up at him in greeting, and he walked away from the blonde, coming over to me. Fuck, he looked so damn good. He was wearing dark jeans, white high tops, a white t-shirt and his cut. All I wanted to do at that moment was strip all of his clothes off of him and have him fuck me senseless.
He placed a hand on either side of me on the bar and leaned into me, making my breath hitch in my throat. He was so close I could smell the beer and mint on his breath. His eyes were intense when they met mine, showing me just how much he wanted me right then. "You want some of that action, baby?" He asked huskily, running his eyes over me.
I gripped the front of his shirt. If he was offering, I wasn't going to turn him down. That would be stupid of me, considering how badly I wanted him at that moment.
I yanked his face down to mine, our lips crashing together aggressively. He groaned, taking control of the kiss almost instantly. His arm wrapped around me tightly, crushing my body against his, making me moan against his lips.
Fuck, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would feel like naked.
His other hand went into my hair and he tugged on the strands a bit, pulling another moan from me. "Fuck." He muttered, pulling back from my lips, his hand leaving my hair. "Bedroom."
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me off of my stool. I winced as pain shot through my shoulder from his tugging. I didn’t voice my pain, though. Pain was weakness, and I wouldn’t allow Colton to see me weak.
When we entered his bedroom, he closed the door behind us, and instantly lifted me up against it. My breath caught in my throat at the blazing need in his eyes. He wasted no time in yanking my shirt over my head, and tossing it somewhere on his bedroom floor.
I winced in pain as my arm was jerked up. Fuck, I wanted Cole bad, but if my shoulder kept giving me issues, we w
ere going to have to stop.
My bra was the next item to go. Then, his lips wrapped around my nipple and I cried out, throwing my head back against his bedroom door, barely registering the pain that shot through my skull. I laced my fingers in Cole’s hair and tightened my legs around his waist. "Cole." I moaned out, his name on my lips coming off breathless.
Jesus Christ, I was going to come just from his mouth on my breast.
"Say my name, baby.” He murmured, his voice vibrating against my chest, sending delicious ripples of pleasure straight down to my core. “I love it when you moan my name."
"Tease me some other time." I muttered, pulling his face up to mine. "I want you inside of me."
He groaned and slid me down his body so my feet touched the floor again. I watched as he yanked his shirt over his head. I licked my lips, watching his eyes darken as they focused on the movement of my tongue across my lips.
Cole shirtless was a fucking masterpiece to behold. He was hard, sculpted muscles with an eight-pack that led down to a ‘V’ that disappeared into his low-riding jeans. Tattoos swirled all over his skin, disappearing onto his back where I knew the tattoo of the Bloody Royals emblem was.
I proceeded to pull the rest of my clothes off. Once I was completely naked, he lifted me up and slammed into me, causing me to slam into the door roughly.
I didn't care how rough he was being. I wanted him so badly that I was willing to deal with the pain that he caused me. He was a fucking sex god. I knew after this time with me, he wouldn’t be able to walk away from me again. I would make sure of it.
Hell, I knew that I wouldn’t even be able to walk away from him after this.
His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust in and out of me hard. "Fuck, Amelia, you feel so perfect wrapped around me." He groaned, his breathing harsh as he buried his face in my neck, still thrusting into me with an almost bruising force.
