by Smith, T. O.
Him and his men rode out. I didn’t turn to look at Cole until they left the lot. When I finally turned to look at Cole, I almost wished that I hadn’t. He was watching me with guarded eyes, and his expression said it all. He thought that I was a traitor.
"Spill it, Amelia, or it's just going to be worse for you." He ground out through clenched teeth.
I hadn’t even thought of how bad this would have looked to him. As the VP, he automatically thought the worst, which was me being a traitor.
Oh, how fucking wrong he was.
"Let's go inside to mine or your room. It'll be easier." I sighed, feeling my energy drain out of me.
He followed me silently to his room. When we stepped in, he slammed the door closed behind him. I flinched a little at the sound and the lethality of his anger. Tears filled my eyes as I roughly ran my fingers through my hair.
This was the last thing I ever wanted to tell Cole. I would rather be a traitor than tell him this. However, these clubs were built on trust, and I wouldn't break that now.
I stared at the Bloody Royals emblem over Cole’s bed and squeezed my eyes closed. "Cole, I know what this looks like, but you're terribly wrong." I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear me.
"Then fucking tell me." He ground out, grabbing my hand and swinging me around to face him. My eyes flashed open to meet his cold ones. "Don't fucking beat around the bush, Amelia."
My hands were shaking. A tear slid down my cheek as I dropped my eyes to the floor. "He wants me to tell you that I taste as good as I look." I whispered.
Cole's body went rigid, his hand tightening around my own. After a moment, he shook his head slowly. "Amelia, don't tell me that he's . . . Fuck, please tell that me that you fucked him willingly."
I slowly shook my head no, a couple more tears slipping down my cheeks. "H-He raped me." I murmured, my voice breaking. "He fucking raped me."
Cole wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Fuck, Amelia, I'll handle this, I promise. He won't get away with hurting you and he won't ever do it again."
I stepped away from him, shaking my head. "I can't allow you to do that, Cole. He wants a war. You can't give him what he wants. You have to promise me you won't do anything and that you won't tell the clubs."
"Are you fucking insane?!" He roared, throwing his arms up in the air. "He's not getting away with this, Amelia!"
I ran a hand through my hair. "Cole, please." I whispered, my eyes begging him not to do what he wanted. "This will send everyone on a rampage. You can't do this to the clubs."
He stepped towards me and gripped my chin in his hand, but his touch was gentle even though he was seething with anger. "I'm the mother fucking VP, Amelia. I play a part in calling the shots. Therefore, I will be telling the clubs about what happened to you. I don't give a fuck what you have to say about it or how you feel about it. I'm not going to fucking let this go unpunished."
I yanked my chin out of his hand and glared at him. "Fine, but when the clubs get fucked up because of this, just remember I fucking told you so." I spat at him.
I stormed out of his room, slamming his door shut behind me.
~*~*~
Cole's POV
I sipped my beer, waiting for my dad to finish counting the money they had gotten from the run. He slid me my share and his eyes met mine. "Cole, tell me what's wrong." He demanded.
I set my beer down and glared down at it. "Is it that obvious?" I muttered.
"Yeah. Now, what's on your mind?" He demanded again.
I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back in my chair. "Round up the boys. I'll be back in a minute."
I got up and went to Amelia's room. I found her laying on her back, doing something on her phone. "Come on, Amelia."
She glared up at me. "I'm not moving from this bed. Fuck off." She snapped at me.
I grabbed her upper arms and hauled her off the bed. She winced in pain, but I was too angry and tired of her attitude to give her pain much attention. "You're getting out of this bed, whether you like it or not. Let's go."
She huffed and grabbed her leather jacket, shrugging it on. "Fine. Let's go destroy the clubs." She said, fake enthusiasm marring her words.
When we got to the room, everyone was seated at the table. My dad raised an eyebrow when he saw I had Amelia with me. "Cole, what's going on?" My mom asked me, glaring at Amelia. "She's not a VP yet, therefore, she doesn't need to be in here."
My mom hated people being in this room when they didn't need to be. If they didn't hold some name to them with one of the clubs, they should stay out in the bar, bedrooms, garage, anywhere but this room.
I didn't beat around the bush. I ignored my mom. "The ATL came on our grounds today and shot the place up."
"You already told us." My mom said. "If Amelia was a witness, we don't need any verification of what happened. Get her out of here."
I glared at her, the muscle in my jaw ticking furiously. "Can you shut the fuck up for once?" I spat at her. "Please for once, shut that big fucking mouth of yours."
She started to speak again, but my dad spoke. "Enough, Katie." He growled at her. He looked at me. "Continue."
"He held Amelia at gunpoint." I continued. Luke jumped up from his chair, but my dad stood up and clamped his hand down on Luke's shoulder to hold him in place. "Amelia was supposed to deliver a message to me, but she never did, and he grew impatient. So, he came to speed her up."
I looked at Amelia to see her glaring at me. Good. If it meant that she had to be angry to keep back the tears, then by all means, she could be angry. I hated seeing her upset and crying. "Tell them the message, Amelia."
She stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets, but not before I saw them shaking. "He said that I taste as good as I look." She muttered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.
"You fucking traitor!" My mom roared, jumping out of her chair. "You're probably-!"
"Enough!" I roared, cutting her off and shoving her back down into her chair. "She was raped, goddamn it, fucking raped! All because we were too worried about other shit to protect our own!"
My mom's jaw was practically touching the floor. Luke crossed the room and gripped Amelia's shoulders. "Amelia, is it true?" He whispered. "Please tell me this is a sick joke that you and Cole are pulling and that you're fucking with us all."
Tears filled her eyes. She shook her head and walked out of the room without saying another word. Amy came into the room and went over to Luke. "Luke, what's going on?" She asked softly.
He ignored her and turned to my mom and dad who had moved to stand next to each other. "We have to do something!" He hollered. "We can't just let this go!"
"It'll take time to plan-." My dad began.
"No." I interrupted him. "We'll get revenge and we'll kill anyone who put a hand on Amelia. You've got my word.” I told Luke. “It will be our main priority. If the ATL want a war, they're getting one. They don't know what the fuck they've just started."
"You don't call the shots around here, boy." My dad snapped at me.
I turned around and glared at him. "Don't fucking test me right now." I spat. "Anyone who fucking goes against me, including my family, will be facing my fist, or maybe even the bullets in my gun."
"That's no way to talk to your father." My mom said. "We're all in this together, Cole. It'll do you good to remember that."
"We just had a woman in the club raped!" I roared, no longer wanting to keep my cool. "If it were Amy, Heather, or even you, this club would be bending over backwards to get revenge for it! Just because Amelia doesn't have a title or isn't someone's old lady, we're not supposed to get fucking revenge for what happened to her?!"
"Amelia runs by her own book!" My dad roared. "We all know that! If she wanted revenge for what happened to her, she would do it herself!"
I wrapped my hand around his throat and shoved him against the wall. I was yanked backwards by Luke. I glared at my dad, clenching my fists by my sides. "You didn't see the terrified look in her eyes
when that man had his hands on her." I growled at him, anger roaring through my veins. "She's terrified of him. For once, someone has to step in and protect her. Even if I have to protect her by myself, I fucking will. I don't give two flipping fucks what any of you have to say about it." I turned to look at Luke. "For someone who supposedly cares about his daughter so goddamn much, you sure as hell weren't backing me up."
I stormed out of the meeting room and went to the bar. I leaned over the counter and grabbed a beer. It was pretty empty in the room at the moment since most of the club members were still in the meeting room. It was a good thing, too, because I needed some fucking peace and quiet before I murdered someone with my bare hands.
~*~*~
Night had fallen, and most people were getting drunk, partying, having sex, and playing pool. Others, like me, were just sitting at the bar, flirting with the club whores and sipping on beers.
Amelia came into the room and strode over to me, with the slight limp that came with her leg being burnt. Without hesitation, I moved the blonde on my lap off of me, letting my eyes trail over Amelia. As soon as she was close, the scent of strawberries washed over me, and I knew she had just gotten out of the shower not too long ago.
Her hair was dried and hanging straight down her back. She had pulled on short jean shorts and a black netted shirt that only covered her chest, leaving her toned, flat stomach on display. She had on a black sports bra under the netted shirt.
I didn’t know if her goal was to turn me on or not, but either way, she was accomplishing it.
She smirked at me and stepped in between my legs. "Like what you see?" She purred.
I smirked and let my hands settle on her hips. "Where you're concerned, baby, I always like what I see."
She turned her head to smirk at the blonde who had just been sitting on my lap. The blonde – fuck, I couldn’t remember her name – looked angry, to put it lightly. "What's wrong, Lacie? Are you angry because Cole doesn't want you once I come into the room?"
Lacie got in Amelia's face and I tightened my hands on Amelia's hips. I knew Amelia well, and I knew she didn't take kindly to people getting in her face. It usually ended in the other person getting punched, or worse.
"Be careful when you leave men just lying around, Amelia. They may be your seconds, but one day I'm going to fuck one of them, and they're no longer going to want you. Most people may see me as just some club whore, but at least I don't open my legs as much as you do." Lacie spat at her.
Amelia's fist flew out before I could stop her and connected with Lacie's jaw, sending Lacie crashing into one of the tables. I stood up and dragged Amelia out of the bar room and down the hall to my bedroom. I pushed her inside and walked in, closing the door behind me. "Was that really necessary, Amelia? You've got to stop starting unnecessary shit with people."
Amelia rolled her eyes at me and strode over to my bedroom window to gaze out of it, her arms crossed over her chest. "You've got an interesting choice in women, Cole." She said, ignoring my statement to her.
I ran a hand through my hair in aggravation. "Obviously. I keep fucking with you, don't I?"
She turned around and strode back over to me. "Do you like fucking me?" She asked softly, trailing her hands under my shirt, looking up at me from under her lashes.
I closed my eyes and slowly breathed out. Fuck, she knew she had me wrapped around her finger the second she touched me. It wouldn't matter if she only touched me on my arm; I was nothing once she laid her soft hands upon me.
"Yes." I said, opening my eyes. I grabbed her chin and pulled her face to mine. "I love fucking you. In every. Fucking. Position."
I closed my lips over hers and she wrapped her arms around me, splaying her hands over my back. I gripped her hips and pulled her closer to me, allowing her to feel just how hard my dick was for her. "Fuck me, Cole." She whispered once we pulled back for breath. "Fuck me hard."
She sure as hell didn't have to tell me that twice. I pulled her shirt over her head and then proceeded to pull the sports bra after it. Her breasts were finally free and I didn't waste a moment closing my lips around her nipple and sucking hard. I led her backwards to the bed, all the while my lips never leaving her chest. She stumbled a bit, her breathing ragged and moans tearing themselves from her throat. She was lost in a lust induced haze that I caused, and I loved that I had that effect on her.
I laid her back on the bed skillfully and kissed my way over to her other nipple. She tangled her fingers in my hair, moaning. Fuck, her moans were so goddamn sexy. I had never been with a woman that could make me feel like Amelia did. She made me want to rush and dive inside of her without the foreplay. Being with her was always so fucking intense.
I slid her shorts and panties off, tossing them onto the floor. It helped that she was already barefoot and I thanked God for that. I didn’t think I would have had the patience to take her shoes off right then.
She sat up and pulled my shirt over my head and unbuckled my belt. There was a slight wince when she moved her shoulder a certain way, but I wasn't going to acknowledge it at the moment. I knew it would make her uncomfortable, and it would ruin the mood.
I got off the bed and finished getting undressed, so she wouldn't have to do it and hurt herself further. Once I climbed back onto the bed, I pushed her legs apart and slid my tongue inside her slick, wet pussy. Fuck, she was already so wet.
She cried out, clenching the blanket in her fists. "Fuck, Cole." She moaned out.
"That's it baby. I fucking love it when you say my name like that."
I swirled my tongue around inside of her, sliding out occasionally to lick her clit. Once she came, I wasted no time in sliding my dick inside of her. I grabbed her hands, lacing my fingers with hers, and held them above her head. I held the arm that was connected to her injured shoulder a certain way however, so that she wouldn't be in any pain.
She wrapped her legs around my waist tightly as I slammed into her hard. She threw her head back, crying out in pleasure. We moved together, meeting each other thrust for thrust. Once we came, I rolled to the side of her, pulling her into my arms.
Fuck, one day, Amelia was going to be the death of me.
Six
Amelia's POV
I tried rolling over and huffed in frustration when I felt something constricting me around my waist. I looked over and saw Cole's sleeping face next to me. I cursed and shoved him off of me, sliding away from him. I couldn't fucking encourage him to realize his feelings. I wanted him to realize them on his own.
Cole blinked up at me as I slid from the bed. He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "Really, Amelia? You couldn't just slide out of bed without making a huge departure?" He grumbled.
I ignored him and slid my clothes on. I sat down in the recliner near his dresser and slid on my boots. Once I found my phone, I slid it into my back pocket. He was watching me silently the entire time. When I placed my hand on the doorknob, he finally spoke. "What is it with you, Amelia?" He muttered quietly, almost to where I didn’t hear him, but I did.
What was it with me? It was times like these when I questioned if he really did have feelings for me. It was times like these when I wondered if I was just digging myself into a hole that I was going to spend a long time dragging myself back out of.
I wiped my face clean of emotion and made sure my eyes were blank when I turned to look at him. Letting my cold eyes meet his, I smirked at him. "Cole, don't read too much into this."
His eyes flashed with anger and before he could get off of the bed to stop me, I was out of the room and headed outside to my bike. I got stopped halfway by Travis, Katie, and my dad. I glared at them. I really wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone’s shit. I was setting myself up for heartbreak with Cole and I hadn’t realized it until today. I just wanted to ride out of here and put some distance between me and this hell I called my life for a while.
"What?" I spat at them.
Cole walked up beside them and I tensed up. Even though
he hadn't yet showered and he just threw on his clothes and came out here, he still looked and smelt great. "What's going on?" He asked them, his eyes flickering between me and them.
Travis ran a hand through his hair and his eyes met mine. "Amelia, we need you to get out of town for a while. The ATL are everywhere and we need you to be safe. You'll possibly get killed otherwise."
"What?!" Cole roared before I could say anything. "Hell no! She fucking stays here where we can protect her!"
I ignored Cole. "Not a problem. I was leaving anyways." I told them.
I walked past them and over to my bike. Before I could get on, Cole wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me backwards. He then proceeded to kick my fucking bike to the ground. I screamed in aggravation once he set me down, and turned around to slap him. "What the fuck is your problem?!" I screeched.
"You're not riding out of here!" He roared, towering over me, glaring into my eyes. I wasn’t intimidated, though. I was fucking pissed. "It's out of the fucking question!"
I turned around and looked at my bike. I wanted to hit Cole on the fucking head with a two by four. How dare he throw my fucking bike on the ground like that?! Is he out of his goddamn fucking mind?!
He turned me back around to face him with his hand on my arm. "Amelia, I can't let you ride out of here like that.” He told me, his voice softer now, desperation in his voice as he tried to get me to understand his point of view. “You'll get yourself killed. You need to stay here where we can protect you. No matter what everyone else thinks, you're safer here."
I glared at him. "I didn't ask you what the fuck your problem was about me riding out of here." I snapped at him, not giving a fuck about him or his stupid fucking feelings. "You just fucking shoved my fucking bike on the ground and most likely broke some parts on it. I take as much pride in my bike as you men do. That was a fucking dick move, Colton. So, I hope you fucking accomplished what you aimed to do."
