by Smith, T. O.
I slammed her back against the wall, my lips silencing her. She tried to push me away, but I pushed my body harder against hers. Sliding my hand between her legs, I slid my fingers along her pussy. She stopped trying to push me away and clutched me against her more, moaning.
Fuck, I had missed that sound so much.
I used my knee to push her legs apart and she spread them open wider for me. I slid a finger in her and she moaned again, throwing her head back against the shower wall. I kissed down her neck, sucking in some spots. "C-Cole." She stuttered out, moaning.
I slid another finger into her and she gasped, her body shuddering. "That's it, baby." I breathed into her ear. "Moan my name. I fucking love hearing you moan my name."
I pumped my fingers in and out of her faster and she dug her nails into my shoulder, crying out. Before she could come, I took my fingers out of her, lifted her up, and slammed my dick into her. She cried out, moaning my name and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, holding on desperately as if I were her lifeline. I pounded into her, groaning.
Fuck, she felt amazing wrapped around me. Christ, it was a miracle I lasted as long as I did without the feeling of her body wrapped around me.
When she came, she cried my name out, clutching onto me tighter. I groaned into her neck and held her, knowing that she would probably fall if I didn't. "Fuck." She whispered after a moment. "I forgot how it felt to be fucked properly."
I set her down. "Now, what's your decision?" I asked her.
She stared at me blankly for a minute and then realization dawned on her face. "Oh. I don't know. I'll tell you after my shower." She grumbled.
"Then hurry the fuck up." I told her, stepping out.
"Fuck you, Cole." She retorted.
I grabbed my clothes, ignoring her last comment, and slipped them on. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my boots on. She came out of the bathroom as I was coming inside from throwing my bag on the back of my bike. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Answer?" I needed to get on the fucking road. I had already wasted enough time.
"I'll ride back with you." She muttered, not at all looking happy about her decision.
I nodded. "I'm outside waiting. Hurry the hell up. We need to go."
She zipped her bag up and followed me outside.
I just hoped I could actually keep Amelia safe in the hell we were about to ride back into.
~*~*~
I rode through the gates with Amelia riding on her bike behind me. The garage was trashed and half of it was burnt to the ground. My dad and mom – along with Luke and Amy – were standing near the entrance of the club house watching us ride in. As I turned off my bike, I heard them close the gates to the clubhouse grounds back behind us. Amelia parked and turned her bike off as well, climbing off. I slid off of mine and grabbed my bag. She walked over to me and I looked down at her. "What?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow down at her.
"I have a feeling shit's about to go down. Did you tell them you were bringing me back with you?" She asked, gesturing her shoulder towards my parent’s direction.
"No." I said, scrunching my eyebrows together. "Why should I have to?"
"What in the hell is she doing here?!" My mom hollered. "All of this is her fault! She shouldn’t be here!"
I looked up from Amelia and narrowed my eyes at my mother. She was limping towards us as fast as she could. I was still fucking pissed at her for what she did. She thought she could fucking yell and pitch a fit after the dumb ass fucking decision she made? She had another thing coming.
"Are you insane?!" I roared at her, dropping my bag on the ground and storming over to her, halting her in her tracks. "What the fuck were you thinking?!"
"Oh look, my oldest son actually fucking cares about his family." She spat up at me sarcastically with her hands on her hips.
I gripped her chin in my hand, forcing her to meet my cold eyes. She flinched a little at my touch, but I was beyond giving a fuck about hurting her. "Don't fucking get sarcastic with me.” I growled down at her. “What happened to you was your own fucking fault and I frankly don't give two fucks about your injuries. I want to know what you were fucking hoping to accomplish by blowing up the ATL's warehouse?!" I roared.
"They killed my daughter." She ground out between clenched teeth.
"She was my fucking sister!" I roared. "They also fucking beat the hell out of Amelia, but you don't see me fucking running around making fucking careless decisions that will only hurt everyone else!"
"So, Amelia was allowed to make a careless decision to not tell anyone what was happening to her?!” My mom screamed up at me. “Look where it put everyone!"
"She thought she was protecting all of us!" I roared. "She went through hell and back for this club! What the fuck have you done for any of us?!"
She was pissing me off worse than I already was at her. I wanted to wring her fucking neck. I had so much anger flowing through me it was almost uncontrollable.
My mother really was something fucking else.
"Alright, everyone chill out!" I heard a voice that I hadn't heard in years bellow out in his old, raspy tone. "We need to be joining together to fight this shit, not fighting each other!"
I looked over to my grandfather. I hadn't seen him since a couple of weeks before mom went to prison, and that had been almost ten years ago.
I shoved my mom away from me, not caring that she fell on her ass on the ground. Amelia had already walked over to her parents. I walked over to my grandpa and hugged him, clapping him on the back. "Been a few years." I said, standing back to look him over. He hadn’t changed much. More wrinkles, but that was to be expected.
He nodded, looking me over as well. "And you're just as ruthless as your father told me you would be." He said, looking at my dad helping my mom off of the ground. I ground my teeth together, clenching my fist at the thought of my mom. "You've got both of their tempers running through your veins, kid. It's amazing nobody has died because of that anger."
"Oh, they have." I ground out. "I plan on killing a lot more before all of this shit is over.”
He led me inside to the bar. I met Amelia's eyes across the room. Fuck me, she was so goddamn gorgeous. Even with the slowly fading bruises on her face, she still managed to take my breath away and make my dick hard all at the same time.
She rolled her eyes at me and walked over. She stepped between my legs and smirked at me. "Yes, Cole?" She murmured.
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine. She clutched my shirt in her hands, kissing me back without hesitation. I let her go and grabbed her chin in my hand, making her meet my eyes. "Don't leave my sight, understand? I won't allow anything to fucking happen to you, and my mother is on a fucking revenge spree."
The corners of her lips tilted just a little and that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes sparked. "Trust me, Cole, I can take your mother. She doesn't scare me."
I had no doubt about that one.
I kissed her again and let her go. She walked away and went to sit next to a couple of girls that I hadn't met or seen before. "Fond of her?" My grandpa asked me.
I looked at him and sighed. "I guess you could call it that." I told him, gesturing for Peanut to get me a beer.
"She's grown into a gorgeous woman." He told me.
"Tell me about it." I grumbled, taking a swig from the beer that Peanut had set in front of me. "Did you ever meet a woman that you just can't walk away from?" I asked him. "You get all jealous and possessive of them?"
He gave me a knowing look. "Only your grandmother. I love that woman with all my heart. Even though she died, I still love her. Travis and Katie have that kind of love, too. You may not see it but it's there, trust me."
I snorted. That was the biggest pile of bullshit I’d ever heard.
"I doubt that.” I retorted. “They have to be the two most loveless people on this earth."
He chuckled and dived into the story about them. "He kidnapped her, you know." He told me.
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nbsp; I spit my beer out everywhere, coughing, my eyes wide as they focused on him. "What?!" I asked incredulously.
He chuckled. "Luke and Ryan were supposed to kidnap someone else and kidnapped her, thinking it was the girl they were supposed to be kidnapping. She made their lives absolute hell. The only time Travis and Katie could get along were when they were having sex. He was possessive and protective of her, though. You came along and you brought them together."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked him. "I asked about you, not them."
"You love that girl, Cole." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I snorted. "There's no such thing as love, grandpa."
He clapped my back and stood up with his beer. "You're more like your parents that you'd like to think, Cole."
He walked away and I heard Amelia laughing. I looked over to see her still sitting with the two girls from before. I walked over with my beer and a fresh one for Amelia. I handed it to her and she smirked up at me. "Cole, this is Kayla," she said, pointing to the girl to the left of her, "and this is Daisy." She said, pointing to the brunette on the right of her.
I sat between Amelia and Daisy. I could use a good fuck, and I needed to get the thoughts of love and shit out of my head.
I threw an arm around Daisy and leaned close to her ear. "You're a gorgeous girl. I love this little outfit you're wearing." I whispered.
She blushed and giggled. I inwardly rolled my eyes at the cliché giggling, but continued on. However, before I could open my mouth, Amelia snapped her fingers in front of our faces, glaring daggers at both of us. "He's taken, Daisy." She spat at her.
I raised my eyebrows at Amelia. This was certainly news to me. "If he was taken, he wouldn't be all over me right now." Daisy told her smugly.
Amelia yanked her up by her neck and shoved her against the wall. "He's mine, you fucking whore, do you understand?"
Daisy nodded her head quickly, keeping her mouth shut. Amelia let her go and turned to glare at me. I grabbed her wrist and yanked her into my lap before she could storm away. I rested my hands on her hips, keeping a firm grip in case she tried to get up. "Let me the fuck go, Cole." She ground out.
Fuck getting rid of the notions of love. I wanted Amelia.
I leaned in and kissed her deeply. She gripped my upper arms, kissing me back immediately. Fuck, I needed more of her. Where Amelia was concerned, I would always need more.
I lifted her up, carrying her to my room in the back of the clubhouse. When I got to my room, I immediately began undressing her after kicking my bedroom door shut. She yanked my clothes off of me and I led her backwards to the bed. As soon as she was on her back, I slid into her. She moaned, throwing her head back against the pillows, and dug her nails into my back. I pounded into her relentlessly.
I fucking loved being buried deep inside of her. I would mess around with foreplay some other time. Right then, I just needed her wrapped around me.
Ten
Amelia's POV
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Pop. Pop.
I jerked awake, flying into a sitting position in Cole’s bed. Cole was standing in the doorway to his room talking to his dad. "Cole, what's going on?" I demanded, my heart pounding in my chest.
He said a couple more words to his dad and shut the door. He sat on the bed and yanked on his boots. "You need to find somewhere to hide, Amelia.” He said, looking over at me. “The ATL shot our guards a few minutes ago and are now on our property." I jumped when I heard more gunshots. I heard somebody yell in pain and I grimaced, knowing just what the ATL were capable of.
Cole grabbed some guns and knives and slid his cut on. He grabbed the back of my neck in his large warm hand and kissed me as if it were the last time he may ever kiss me. "Find somewhere to fucking hide, Amelia. I'm not joking. I won't let these bastards hurt you or take you again."
I nodded, but I knew that I wasn't going to follow his directions. Cole and my parents were going to be out there risking their lives for something I could have prevented by just telling everyone what they wanted to know at the very beginning of all of this shit. I wasn't going to sit around and let whatever happened happen. I wasn’t that kind of woman. I fought alongside my men, not on the side-lines.
He jogged out of the room, already barking orders before he made it down the hallway. I got up and got dressed and slid on my cut, grabbing my weapons. Before I could get outside, a hand clamped over my mouth and started dragging me to the back entrance. My heart began pounding wildly in my chest as that familiar, disgusting smell hit my nostrils.
"You should have just listened to Cole, darling. You and Katie are more alike than you would like to think."
Something hard hit my head and I blacked out.
~*~*~
I woke up and instantly noticed that I was restrained. My arms were cuffed behind my back around a pole. I groaned. I swear, this man couldn't change it up a little bit? Fuck, I was so tired of being taken by him. Didn’t he ever get tired of it all?
"Here you go getting more people caught up in your bullshit." I heard someone that sounded a lot like Katie spit at me.
I glared over at her, not letting the shock of seeing her next to me show on my face. "I'm sure Travis gave you the same fucking instructions Cole gave me. Don't fucking complain if you didn't follow fucking orders." I spat back at her. I was not in the fucking mood for her petty bullshit.
The heavy steel door to the room opened and the ATL president stepped through. I glared at him. "Can you fucking let us go?" Katie snapped at him. “You don’t know what the fuck you’ve just done, or the shit storm you’ve just fucking started.”
He glared at her. "I'd advise you to shut your fucking mouth, Louis. You don't want to find out what I'm capable of. I'll make you beg for death." He ground out between clenched teeth.
I knew from personal experience, that you really fucking would.
He looked over at me and smirked. My stomach twisted as nausea rolled through it. He walked over to me and I pushed myself as far away from him as I could. "Black Skulls don't show fear, Amelia. Stand up to him." Katie snapped at me. "You got yourself into this situation anyway. Don't act so fucking afraid. You should be used to him by now."
Before I could say anything to her, another man walked into the room and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, knowing he was there for me, too. "Katie, shut the hell up before I do to you what I'm going to do to her." The man barked at her, effectively making her shut her mouth.
He pulled his knife from his pocket and began cutting my clothes off of me as soon as he reached me. "Stop!" I screamed at him. "Fucking stop!"
He dragged me down onto the floor and slapped his hand over my mouth, smirking. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. "Amelia, you know it's only worse if you beg. I fucking love hearing you beg me to stop."
Tears fell out of my eyes. I wanted Cole. All I wanted was Cole. The only hope that I had to hold on to was that they would up their game to find us with Katie being missing as well. I couldn't go through this torture again.
As his fist came in contact with my ribs, I screamed out in pain. The torture had only just begun.
~*~*~
I blinked awake, letting my eyes adjust to the soft light in the room. I hurt all over. All I wanted was to just go home. I wanted Cole to hold me and tell me everything was going to be alright.
I forced myself into a sitting position, wincing in pain and whimpering as I moved. I was naked, but that wasn't anything new when I was trapped in this room. "Amelia . . ." I heard Katie whisper, her voice breaking with emotion.
I slowly looked over at her, my face blank. She bit her lip. "Amelia, I'm so sorry for everything I accused you of. I've never felt so horrible in my entire life.” She whispered. “Cole tried to tell all of us that Heather's death wasn't your fault and that you were only doing what was best for the club. He was right all along and yet, none of us believed him."
"I don't want your apologies." I spat at he
r, looking away from her.
She didn't say anything further. I didn't want her to. I didn't want to hear how sorry she was that she didn't believe me. I didn't want to hear all of the bullshit that would come flying out of her mouth after witnessing me being beaten and raped. I had been alongside Katie, Travis, Cole, and my dad when they wanted to get information from someone. What she had just witnessed was ten times worse compared to what we did to those people. I was damn sure it made her sick to her stomach, and I'm sure that was the only reason she felt she needed to say something.
The door swung opened, crashing against the wall with the force it had been pushed. I hung my head, knowing I was in for it again.
~*~*~
Three days had passed. Katie still looked relatively decent. She'd only been knocked out a few times due to them not wanting to hear her mouth. For whatever reason, I was the one they wanted.
Currently, the president, VP, and Sergeant in Arms were in the room wrapping Katie and I up in sheets. Katie was knocked out, and I was almost to that point. We were both so weak and exhausted, it was a miracle we weren’t out just because our bodies couldn’t take it anymore.
The president had already gotten his last fill of me and was currently lifting me up and carrying me outside behind his Sergeant in Arms who was currently carrying Katie. I was too tired to glance at my surroundings as he carried me out to his trunk. I was just slightly surprised the president hadn’t killed one of us.
However, before they could put us in the trunk, gunshots went off. The president tossed me to the ground and started firing back instantly. I cried out in pain as my body connected with the pavement, and I curled in on myself. I saw someone running over, but my head was spinning too much to make out who it was. Then suddenly, I was pulled into familiar, strong arms.
Relief flooded my chest as tears poured down my face, and I cried onto Cole's chest, soaking his shirt with my tears. "You're going to be okay, Amelia.” He whispered as he held me as close as possible without hurting me. “I promise that you're going to be okay."
