by Smith, T. O.
"Alright. Give me room to breathe and I'll fucking tell you." I spat at him.
He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. I ran a hand down my face. "I rode out to the warehouse last night, dragged our guns into the woods where they wouldn’t be found, and lit the warehouse on fire. I was trying to get back to my bike when I was knocked to the ground by the explosion and a board fell on top of my leg." I looked up and let my eyes meet his, sighing. "I don't think we're the only people the ATL are stealing from and if that's true, then I just brought a lot of clubs on our asses, especially if those drugs came from other clubs."
Cole cursed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "That's fucking great. Didn't you think of that before you decided to blow the warehouse to fucking smithereens?"
I rolled my eyes. Hello, I was only following orders! "Cole, I was only doing what your mother told me to do. There's not much more I can do about that."
He glared at me. "Right now, we're still split charters, Amelia. You only follow my dad's orders; you're under no obligation to follow my mother's."
Did he really think it was that easy? Things didn't work like that with his mom; he knew that as well as I did. So, why in the hell was he trying to make it sound that easy?
"Cole, you know as well as I do that when it comes to your mother, nothing is ever simple. It was easier for me to just do what she asked than to go against her. Besides, who's to say that she wouldn't have just had someone else do it besides me if I turned her down?"
Cole rubbed his temples and pulled his phone out of his pocket. I had a feeling the person on the other line wasn’t going to like what he was going to say.
~*~*~
Cole's POV
I walked into the meeting room and took my seat beside my mom. I was absolutely livid about what Amelia had done. I was pissed at my mother and Amelia, and they both knew it. I sure as hell didn't make it a secret. I had yelled at my mother over the phone and then at Amelia once I got off of the phone with my mom. When we got back to the club house, I proceeded to yell at them again. It had done nothing to calm me down.
"Alright, let's start with the biggest problem we've got at hand right now." My mother said. "Amelia bombed the ATL's warehouse under my orders. She suspects that the ATL has been stealing guns and drugs from other clubs. If they find out we were the ones to blow up the ATL’s warehouse, shit is going to get bad very quickly."
I glared at my mom. "Which is exactly why you don't fucking act on your own." I spat at her. "Decisions like you decided to make are supposed to be club decisions."
My dad slammed his hand on the table. "Cole, that's enough. Keep your personal problems away from the table."
I glared at him. Personal problems? My mother – his wife – just fucking decided to jeopardize both fucking clubs because she was more worried about her fucking shipment of guns than doing things the fucking smart way! Because of her idiotic actions, a club member was injured. How in the hell is that personal?
I jumped up, sending my chair flying back against the wall. "I'm not listening to this shit. Let me know what you fucking decide to do."
My mother glared at me from her seat. "Cole, don't you walk out of this room. We can't make any permanent decisions without you at this table."
I walked over to her and leaned over her, glaring at her. She leaned back a little, clearly intimidated by me. I ignored my father calling my name and telling me to back up. "When you made the decision to have Amelia blow up the ATL's warehouse, you lost any respect I held for you, do you understand that? Back down, mom. I will do as I fucking please. Until everyone in this rooms realizes the danger you not only put Amelia in, but also this club, I refuse to sit at this fucking table and discuss business with you, understand?"
I stood back up to my full height and stormed out of the room, slamming the door closed behind me. Amelia was in her usual place at the bar, talking to Clayton. She was walking fine, with only a slight limp in her walk. She said her leg barely bothered her.
Fuck, I was still so pissed off about her leg.
I walked over, interrupting their conversation. However, I didn't give a damn. I needed a release, and I wanted Amelia.
I slid my arms under Amelia's legs and around her shoulders and lifted her up, holding her to my chest. "Cole, what are you doing?!" She shrieked.
I smirked down at her, loving her cute, frustrated face. "I'm taking you to my room and I'm going to fuck you hard, Amelia. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked as I walked down the hall to my room.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I'll take that as a 'no, I don't have a problem with it.'
~*~*~
Amelia's POV
Cole laid me down on his bed and slid on top of me, pulling my shirt over my head. His lips met mine aggressively and I moaned, opening my mouth to him, allowing him to slide his tongue against mine. He reached under me and unclipped my bra. His lips left mine and he kissed down my neck, sucking on the spots that made me moan loudly.
"Fuck, I love it when you moan like that, baby." He whispered, moving to my breasts.
He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, causing me to throw my head back against his mattress. "Cole." I moaned, feeling breathless. Fuck, he knew how to use his mouth.
"That's it, baby. Say my name." He murmured.
I slid his cut off of him and tossed it aside. Surprisingly, he didn't protest against me throwing it on the floor. Club men were very serious about their cuts. Their cuts never touched the floor unless it was on their backs. To a man in the club, their cut was like the Bible to a priest.
I slipped his t-shirt over his head, holding back my wince of pain at the movement in my shoulder, and moaned a little at the sensation of his skin on mine. He was all hard muscle and it went perfectly with my soft skin. I knew he felt it too by the way he pressed his body into mine a little bit more. We fit perfectly together; it was such a shame we didn't get along outside of the bedroom.
He dipped his tongue into my belly button, causing me to moan and arch my back off of the bed. Fuck, I couldn't wait to have his tongue inside of me. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs gently, not once letting them rub the burn on my leg. He looked at my thong and a smirk slid its way onto his lips. "You should wear these for me more often." He said, pulling them down my legs. "They look fucking amazing on you."
Before I could reply, he had his head between my legs and was sliding his tongue over my clit. I moaned his name loudly, arching my back off of the bed. His large hand splayed over my stomach as he pushed me back down and held me there. He slid his tongue into me and my hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair. "Oh God, Cole." I moaned out.
He slid his hands up my body and rubbed my nipples. When I came, I cried out his name, making him smirk against my core. He slid up my body and pushed my legs further apart. He kissed me as he entered me and my moan was swallowed by his lips. He didn't hold back, and immediately began to slam into me. His fingers laced through mine and he held them pinned to the bed beside my head. We moved together, our moans and his grunts filling the room. When I came, he came with me, our names leaving the other's mouth.
My eyelids fluttered closed afterwards, and I sighed in contentment. Cole rolled over onto his back, pulling me with him. He ran his fingers through my hair and held me to him with an arm wrapped around me.
I couldn't fall asleep in here with him. No matter how much I cared about Cole, I couldn't actually fall asleep with him. I would only fall harder for him and I wasn't willing to do that. It would only break my heart when I saw him with one of the club women tomorrow.
I moved away from him and he looked up at me as I sat up. "Don't think you're leaving." His gruff voice said into the darkness.
I sighed. "Cole, I don't stay with the guy afterwards. It's a rule I've set for myself. You're either sleeping alone, or you're going to get one of the club women to sleep with you. I'm not going to do it."
I got out
of his bed and pulled my clothes on. I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and walked out of the room. When I got to the bar, my dad was sitting beside my usual seat, nursing a beer. My dad never drank his beer alone and he never sat beside my seat. I knew what he said to me wouldn't be anything good.
I took a seat beside him and the woman serving drinks gave me my usual drink. When she walked away to serve one of the other guys, my dad turned his head to look at me. He looked back down at his beer and took a sip before speaking. "You smell like Cole."
My dad had never had a problem with me sleeping around. It was the reason he had my mother take me to get birth control when I was fifteen. However, the only person he's ever had a problem with me sleeping with was Cole. When he found out Cole took my virginity at sixteen, he was royally pissed. Travis had to actually take my dad out of town by himself to get him to calm down.
It's not that my dad has something against Cole, because he doesn't. He loves Cole like his own son. However, he knew how Cole was with women and he refused to have me be just another notch in Cole’s bedpost.
I didn't reply to him. What could I possibly say to his remark?
"You know I don't want you sleeping with him, Amelia. I refuse to let him treat you like the rest of the women he's fucked, do you understand me? Don't let me catch you with him again."
He got up and walked off. Travis caught my eye from across the room and I saw him blow out a harsh breath. He went to the rooms in the back, obviously to talk to Cole. Fuck, we had just started sleeping together again, and now our parents were ripping us apart.
Fuck, I needed to drink and get royally shit faced.
I downed my drink and it quickly got refilled. Before I could drink it, Cole stormed out of the back room. "Cole, don't you dare do anything rash!" Travis hollered, following behind him.
"If that mother fucker has a problem with what the fuck I do, he can fucking say it to my face!" Cole roared.
My mom came over to me with Katie beside her. My mom looked at me. "Why do you always have to stir shit up, Amelia?"
My temper was already flaring. I had my dad trying to ruin what I was desperately trying to build with Cole. I had alcohol in my system. Now, my mother was accusing me of always fucking shit up? Fuck this shit.
"Oh fuck off!" I hollered in her face.
Everyone in the bar room went silent, including Colton and his dad. I think everyone had just realized that shit was about to get seriously real.
"Don't fucking talk to me like that!" My mom yelled at me.
I jumped to my feet. "I will fucking talk to you however I fucking see fit!" I yelled. "You're the fucking bitch that decided to walk your ass over here and accuse me of fucking shit up! Back the fuck down!"
My dad gripped my arm and pulled me back from my mom. I winced in pain because he grabbed the arm connected to my injured shoulder. I yanked myself out of his grip and glared at him. "Keep your fucking hands off of me!"
"You will not talk to your mother that way!" He hollered in my face. "So, you better be the one backing down, Amelia!"
"Fuck you and her!" I screamed, jabbing a finger in mom's direction.
I had to get the fuck out of there. I was so pissed; I knew that I was going to black out from my anger at any minute. I stormed past them and outside to my bike. My fucking leg was killing me from the speed that I was walking at, but I didn't give a damn at the moment. I needed to get out of that goddamn club house.
I was almost to my bike when I was spun around and a hand clamped over my mouth. "Long time, no see, Amelia."
My blood froze in my veins at the sound of that voice. "It was so nice of you to blow up my warehouse, Amelia. I see you got injured because of it, too. Do I need to do what I did to you before to get my message across to the clubs?"
My body shook in fear. This was the only man that was capable of making me feel any kind of fear. I was terrified of him. One encounter with him and I was scared shitless. Fuck, I thought I had covered my tracks. I didn’t think that he would figure out it was me.
"I’m guessing since they haven’t bothered to start a war, you didn't give them my message from the first time, hm?" He asked me.
I shook my head, knowing I should answer him, but without words. He hated it when women spoke. It made him extremely angry. I didn't want to face that anger again. I was praying to God that I wouldn't have to.
"Well, let's go have a little chat, Amelia."
I fought against him as he dragged me off of the club grounds, but he was way too strong. When he got me into the back of the van, he gagged me and tied my wrists behind my back. Tears filled my eyes. Oh God, please, not again. I couldn't do this again.
~*~*~
Cole's POV
Amelia had been gone for three fucking days. We were all pissed off and worried about her. She never disappeared for this long. A day without any kind of word from her? Yeah. Three fucking days? Never.
I drove down the alley that I was supposed to be meeting with the DM. DM stood for Damn Mexicans. Funny, I know. It was a motorcycle club that originally started with some teenage kids back in the eighties, but eventually their parents took over and they quickly started running guns and drugs. They never changed the name.
My eyes landed on a blanket that had a hump in the middle of it by a dumpster. I kicked my stand down after turning off my bike and walked over to the blanket. I didn’t know what was under that blanket, but I wasn’t prepared with what I saw when I lifted it.
I wanted to be sick. Amelia was lying under it, naked and bloody. I pulled her into a sitting position and felt for a pulse. I felt a light one, and she was barely breathing.
Fuck, how long had she been lying here? What in the fucking hell happened to her?
Four
Cole's POV
I stretched, feeling the muscles in my back and shoulder pop as I did so. I looked over at Amelia's bed, sighing. She had been in the hospital for three days now, and I hadn't left her side except to take a piss and get a shower in her hospital bathroom. The hospital staff brought me food to the room. Her parents had been by a few times, but everyone was busy trying to figure out what the fuck had happened to her. They had run tests on Amelia and we were still waiting on the results.
All I knew was that she didn't have any broken bones and most likely, she wouldn't have any brain damage. She still had yet to wake up, though. I was going nuts. Fuck, it was driving me insane not knowing what the fuck happened to her and who did it to her.
I ran my thumb over her bruised and scraped knuckles. She winced and I jumped up from my chair, hovering over her, desperate for some kind of other movement. She groaned and I pressed the button for the nurse. "Amelia, baby, squeeze my hand if you can hear me." I said softly.
She lightly squeezed my hand and her eyes fluttered open. She looked around and groaned. "I'm so sick of being in the hospital." She muttered.
The nurse came into the room, a doctor following behind her. "Good. You're awake." The doctor said to her. "I need you to confirm what I'm about to say. I know that I'm not wrong, but if you can't confirm this, then you may have some brain trauma that we need to look into."
Amelia nodded slowly. "We just got the results back from your other tests a couple of hours ago. Amelia, you were raped, am I correct?"
Tears filled her eyes. I felt my heart rate speed up. No way. There was no fucking way my girl was raped. It felt like my heart was being squeezed tightly. Fuck.
Amelia nodded. An officer came into the room and I was pulled backwards. "What the fuck?!" I hollered as they yanked my arms behind my back. "What in the hell is going on?!"
Amelia stared at me with her mouth hanging open in shock. "Cole, what did you do?" She whispered.
"You are under arrest for the rape of Amelia Johnson. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rig
hts I have just read to you?"
"Yes." I answered gruffly, royally fucking pissed off that I was being arrested for something I didn't even fucking do.
"With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?" The officer asked as he dragged me out of the room.
"I didn't fucking rape her." I spat. "It wasn’t fucking me."
"We will determine that at the station, Mr. Louis."
This was fucking bullshit.
~*~*~
Amelia's POV
I glared at the doctor. "Cole wasn't the guy who raped me." I spat at him. "Cole would never fucking hurt me."
"He has to be taken in. His semen was found in your body, Miss Johnson." He told me, almost sadly, considering he knew Cole well also.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the doctor's protests. There was no way in hell I was allowing Cole to be taken down for this. I'd never be able to tell the truth, but I couldn't let Cole take the fall. This shit wasn't his fault.
I called Katie as I signed my discharge papers despite the doctor’s protests. "Yes?" She asked.
"Cole is in jail. I need a ride to the station." I told her, cutting straight to the chase.
She blew out a sigh. "What is he being arrested for this time?" She asked, exasperated.
This wasn't the first time Cole was being locked up, but it was the first time he was being locked up for something that he didn't do.
"He's being blamed for my rape. Katie, he didn't do anything. I need to get to the station so I can get that cleared up."
She sighed. "Be waiting outside for me."
She hung up and I finished signing my papers and waited outside of the hospital for her. She pulled up and I slid into Cole's truck. "Why are you driving Cole's truck?" I asked her.
“Because I don’t want you on the back of my bike, Amelia, and I don’t own a car. Heather has Travis’s truck.” She told me.
