by Smith, T. O.
I dug my nails into his shoulder, almost breaking the skin on his back. I could feel myself getting so close, but I couldn’t reach that peak yet. "Cole, please, I need more." I begged him.
His eyes snapped up to mine as he pulled his face out of the curve of my neck to look at me. "Amelia, I'll hurt you." He murmured, shaking his head no at my request.
I shook my head at him, grasping his face between my hands. "No, you won't, Cole. Please, I want it all." I begged him, desperate to reach that all-consuming orgasm I knew he would be able to give me.
He groaned and unwrapped my legs from around him. Holding me up by my thighs, he pounded into me harder, driving himself deeper inside of me. I cried out, throwing my head back against the door. I clung onto his shoulders desperately as I began to feel myself falling apart around him. "Oh God, Cole, yes!" I moaned out. "Fuck, it feels so good."
"I know." He groaned out, his grip on my thighs tightening to an almost bruising grip. I didn’t give a fuck, though. Feeling him inside and against me over-powered any kind of pain he may have inflicted.
"Damn it, Amelia, you better come.” He muttered. “I don't know how much longer I can hold on."
I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, too caught up in the pleasure he was giving me to care about the pain that shot through my shoulder as I tensed up. I came apart around him as he buried himself in me one last time and found his release as well, groaning my name into my neck as I cried his out in sheer pleasure.
He walked us over to his bed and laid down on it with me wrapped in his arms. "Fuck, I haven't had sex that good in a long fucking time." He muttered.
I couldn’t agree more. The last time I had felt like that was when I was sixteen and he took my virginity. Cole knew his way with a woman's body, and that wasn’t a secret to anyone. He was like an animal when it came to sex. He took and he gave. He didn't slack anywhere. Cole was absolutely magnificent.
He looked at my shoulder and gently ran his finger around the knife wound that was slowly, but surely scarring over. "Does it hurt?" He asked, his eyes meeting mine.
I looked down at his hand on my shoulder, away from his eyes. Cole was overbearing when he looked into people’s eyes. Colton could draw almost any truth he wanted from someone by meeting their eyes. His eyes were intimidating.
I didn’t want to talk about my wound, so therefore, I couldn’t look at him. I forced myself to lie. I couldn't let him know that I was in pain. My secret had to stay my secret for the sake of his safety, and the sake of the clubs’ safety.
"Not really." I muttered.
"Want to tell me what happened?" He asked.
I shook my head. He sighed. It wasn't his business. If he found out about all of my confrontations in jail with that stupid bitch and what caused me to get there, the club would never have a moment to breathe for all of the retaliation they would be doing. The clubs would fall, and there would no longer be a Bloody Royals or Black Skulls biker club.
After a few minutes of lying together in his bed, Cole fell asleep. I slipped out of his bed quietly and searched around the room, trying to find my clothes. I had my bra and underwear on, and was busy slipping on my jeans when I was slammed against the wall roughly. I winced in pain. Obviously, Cole had forgotten about my knife wound.
He either didn't notice my wince or didn't care to acknowledge it. Cole's hard body pressed against mine. "Where do you think you're going?" He whispered in my ear.
"I've got stuff to take care of." I muttered, irritated that I had gotten caught. I had ten minutes until midnight. I had to get the fuck out of here. I had shit to do.
"Like what? It's almost midnight, Amelia." He snapped, turning me around so I was facing him.
I glared at him. "What I do isn't any of your concern, Cole. Fuck off. I need to get dressed and get going. I don't have time for this shit.”
His eyes instantly blazed with anger. See, this is the thing with me and Cole. We could tease each other about sex, and apparently, we could also have great sex together, but when it came to conversations and life situations, we didn't get along. He was controlling and demanding. I didn't like having to answer to anyone, which is why I didn't get into relationships. I enjoyed my freedom to do as I pleased. I wasn't cut out to be some guy's old lady, and especially not somebody as controlling as Cole.
No matter how much I wanted to be with him, Cole’s controlling nature would have to change.
"You better fucking answer me right now, Amelia." He growled.
I shoved him back off of me and yanked on my shirt and buttoned my jeans. "It's none of your damn concern, Cole. Now, like I said, fuck off. I don't have time for your shit." I repeated.
"Answer me!" He roared, the muscle in his jaw ticking.
I slapped him, rage consuming my body. I would be damned if I fucking allowed him to talk to me that way. I'm not one of his whores. We're not in a relationship. I run by own fucking agenda and I don't answer to any fucking body. He better learn that real fucking quick.
I wasn't prepared for his next reaction at all. He slammed me against the wall roughly and pinned me there with his arm at my neck. He was breathing harshly, trying to reign in his anger. His muscles bunched in his arms as he squeezed his eyes closed. After a few moments, he stepped back and pointed at the door. "Get the fuck out of my goddamn room before I do something I'll regret." He snapped.
I grabbed my boots and just to piss him off more, I knocked everything off of the top of his dresser. As I closed the door to his room, I heard him roaring in anger. I chuckled, smirking to myself.
Let that be a lesson to you, Cole.
I put my boots on, pulling my motorcycle keys out of my pocket. I walked out of the club house and over to my bike. I straddled it and slipped my helmet on.
It was time to blow some shit up.
~*~*~
I walked around to the front of the warehouse, being extremely careful to not make any noise. Two men were standing in front of the warehouse doors talking. The back of their cuts read prospects. Man, the ATL was a fucking stupid ass club. You didn’t put prospects on watch duty at nighttime. Prospects didn’t know what in the hell they were watching for. Hello, they're prospects for a fucking reason.
Making sure I had the silencer on my gun, I raised it and shot them both in the chest. It never shocked me that I didn’t feel shit when I killed someone. I had way too much bad shit happen to me in the past that I had to keep bottled up inside for me to even be considered somewhat normal. I was a fucked-up woman. Normal people didn’t kill people and not feel anything. I guess that’s why everyone thought I was so fucking dangerous.
I slipped my gun into the waist band of my jeans and walked over to the doors of the warehouse, stepping over one of the prospect’s bodies. I pulled my bobby pin out of my hair and picked the lock. Pushing the doors open, I walked inside, my eyes widening at the ammo, guns, and drugs.
Son of a bitch, I knew that the ATL didn't have many connections, so therefore, they were stealing a lot of shit from a lot of different clubs. This place was going to explode extremely fast judging by the amount of ammo, and when I blew this place to smithereens, I was going to bring a lot of clubs onto the Black Skulls’ and the Bloody Royal’s backs.
I grabbed the guns that belonged to Katie and dragged them far into the woods where no one would look to find them. I rolled my shoulder afterwards, ignoring the urge to rub it to ease the pain. I swear, it always hurt at the worst fucking possible times.
Checking over the guns to make sure they were all there, I decided I would ride out here tomorrow with someone and load the guns up.
I searched around the warehouse until I found something in a gas can. I didn't know what it was, but I was going to use it. I poured it on top of everything and tossed it aside. When I got to the doors of the warehouse, I bent down and lit the fluid. It smelt like gasoline, but something else was mixed with it. They obviously used this shit for the same reason that I was using it; to set shit on fire.
I took off running for my bike as soon as the fire started licking its way up the side of the building. I was almost there when everything started exploding. I flew to the ground with the force of the explosion. Something hot landed on my leg, setting my pant leg on fire, and I cursed, patting it until it was out.
Fuck, it burnt like a bitch.
I forced the tears back, smelling my burnt flesh in the air. I got up and limped to my bike. I had to get back to the club house. This burn was really fucking bad, and I needed real medical attention.
When I got to the club house, Cole was sitting at the bar drinking. He looked a bit calmer than he was earlier, but I had a feeling I was about to make him pissed off all over again.
Katie and Travis were sitting next to him. Heather and Clayton were nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t unusual. My mom and dad had obviously gone home because I hadn’t even seen my dad’s bike in the lot when I pulled up.
I limped over to the bar, trying to keep my face neutral, but it was hard with the pain and burning sensation in my leg. Travis turned towards me, and his eyebrows shot up into his hair-line. "Shit, Amelia, what in the hell happened? First you run out of here like a bat out of hell and now you're returning hurt?" He asked, getting up from his seat.
"I need help." I spat out through gritted teeth, not feeling in the mood to explain what the fuck happened to me.
Cole was already up and lifting me into his arms. He carried me over to the pool table and sat me on top of it. Pulling his knife out, he cut my pant leg so he could see the burn. "Fuck, Amelia, your pant leg melted into your skin. We've got to get you to the hospital."
I figured as much.
He lifted me up and carried me out to his truck. Yes, Cole owned a motorcycle and a truck. He usually only used the truck for moments like these when someone had to get to the hospital or when he was doing surveillance on someone in town. Otherwise, he used his bike.
He set me on the seat and got in on the driver's side. When we got to the hospital, they set to work on my leg immediately. Cole immediately began demanding answers, making me aggravated. I was in pain, and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his shit nor his questions.
"How in the hell did this happen?” Cole demanded. “What in the fucking hell were you doing that resulted in you getting a burn like this?"
His jaw was clenched tightly, the muscle in his jaw ticking, showing just how pissed off he was. "I had shit to take care of." I muttered, the medicine beginning to make me drowsy. I could feel myself about to pass out.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, yanking on the ends. "When you wake up, I want answers." He demanded, his harsh blue eyes meeting mine.
I didn't reply. I passed out.
~*~*~
Cole's POV
Amelia had been out for about five hours now. The doctors said the medicine had worn off and she was just continuing to sleep since her body needed rest. I hadn't left her side since we walked in here. I hated not knowing what happened to her, or who did it.
I needed to know what happened for my fucking sanity. Whoever did this to her was going to fucking pay. No one messed with Amelia and got away with it. I would kill the son of a bitch with my goddamn bare hands.
The doctor had told me she had ruined nerves in her leg and that they had to ruin even more to get her pant leg material out of the burn. He had also said she most likely would feel very little pain where she was burnt because of her ruined nerves.
Whoever did this to her was a sick fucking bastard.
My mom came into the room and sighed. "She's still sleeping?"
"Getting burnt will do that to you." I muttered. I looked up at her, desperate for someone to give me some kind of fucking insight as to who did this to Amelia. "Do you have any idea who the fuck would have done this to her?"
My mother laughed a little. "Amelia did this to herself, honey.” I clenched my jaw, my eyes flickering to the beautiful woman lying in the hospital bed next to me. “I sent her out to bomb the warehouse that you found yesterday. I didn't have time to wait a few days. I need those guns. I've got a shipment going out tomorrow. I knew Amelia would have no problem going against the club to have a little fun. We both know how much she loves setting shit on fire."
I jumped up, sending the chair I had been sitting in flying to the floor. My own mother sent Amelia out into that kind of fucking danger? For fuck's sake, what if she had gotten killed?! My mom knew how much I cared about Amelia! It would rip me apart if I lost her!
"Are you insane?!" I roared, stepping towards her threateningly. I wasn’t past punching my mom in the face right now. "She could have been killed!"
My 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. I was so fucking pissed right now. 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 is a danger to her own fucking self. I can barely stand to leave her alone in the damn garage. Everything bad happens when she's around. She could be in a padded room with nothing in it and she would still find a way to injure herself.
Drew came into the waiting room. My anger just got even worse 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 spat at him, 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. 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 and stormed out of the hospital. I needed to get far away from everyone before I did something I would end up regretting or would land me in a jail cell.
Three
Amelia's POV
I pulled the blanket over my face to block out the bright white light. Whose fucking bright idea was it to fucking have on the damn light? Whoever got the bright idea 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 very 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 fucking waking up with a very fucking 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.
"Okay? I didn't ask you to be concerned about me, Cole. So fuck off." I snapped.
He stood up and leaned over me. His face was unreadable, as usual, but his eyes had a million different emotions running through them. "No, you didn't ask me to be concerned." He murmured. "However, that doesn't fucking change the fact that I am. So what in the hell exactly happened last night? My mom told me she sent you out to bomb the warehouse, but I want to hear it from you. What happened exactly?"
I snorted. "I'm not telling you shit. Thank you, however, for bringing your mother up. I need to talk to her."
He grabbed my chin in his hand, forcing me to meet his eyes. I hated it when he did this. He intimidated the strongest of people when he made them meet his eyes. "You're not talking to my mother until you talk to me, understand? Now, what in the hell did you do last night? I want all of the details."
I sighed. I knew Cole was going to be like this. He probably was only trying to make me feel like he cared so that he could get the information he needed. Obviously, his mother wasn't going to tell him. Well, hell, she had nothing much to tell him anyway considering I hadn't yet told her anything either. So, I may as well tell Cole considering he'll probably be going on the run with his mom to ship the guns.
