Black Skulls (Bloody Black Skulls MC #2) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bloody Black Skulls MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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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. Fuck a fight or flight instinct. "It was so nice of you to blow up my warehouse, Amelia. How’s that injury treating you? Do I need to do what I did to you before to get my message across to the clubs?"

Fear wracked through my body, making me tremble. This was the only man that was capable of making me feel any kind of fear. 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; apparently, our voices pissed him off. I didn't want to face that anger again. I was praying to God that I wouldn't have to.

"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

Amelia had been gone for three fucking days. We were all beyond worried about her. She never disappeared for this long, and she’d gone radio silent. 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. 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.

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, checking her neck for a pulse, my own heart hammering in my chest. I felt a light one, but she was barely breathing.

Fuck, how long had she been lying here? What in the fucking hell happened to her?

4

Cole

I stretched, the muscles in my back and shoulder popping as I did so. I looked over at Amelia's bed, heaving a tired sigh. 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. The hospital had run tests on Amelia, but 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. "Is it okay if I talk to you with Colton in the room?” At her nod, he continued. “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 slowly nodded, looking a bit wary. And she wouldn’t meet my gaze. "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. My heart rate sped 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 instantly pulled back from her. "What the fuck?!" I barked as they yanked my arms behind my back. "What in the hell is going on?!"



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