Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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 rights 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
I glared at the doctor. "Cole wasn't the guy who raped me. 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 was quiet for a moment, most likely trying to process the bomb I’d just dropped on her. "Be waiting outside for me."
She hung up. I finished signing my papers and waited outside of the hospital for her. When she pulled up, I slid into Cole's truck. "Why are you driving Cole's truck?"
“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 informed me.
I looked out the window, cutting off any conversation with her. When we got to the station, I jumped out of the truck and went inside. I couldn't move as fast as I wanted to because my body was still extremely sore from what I had gone through in the past few days.
I found the sheriff and walked over to him. He took a double take of me, shocked to see me out of the hospital so soon. “Miss Johnson, I didn't realize you were being released so early."
Fucking cops. I really did hate cops. I knew he was going to come back to question me, but with cops, it never mattered if they got the right person, just as long as they had someone behind bars for the crime. But I would be damned if I let Cole take the fall for this. I needed him outside with me, not locked up inside.
"You've got the wrong person, sheriff," I said. "Cole isn't the one who raped me. I willingly had sex with him when we were at the club house. I'm not letting him take the fall for something he didn't do."
"We have to keep him here until we've questioned him, Miss Johnson," he sighed.
I saw the keys to the holding cell on the desk behind him and snatched them up. I took off running for the back where they kept the cells, ignoring my body's protests. I found Cole’s cell and began to unlock it.
"For fuck's sake, Amelia, what in the fucking hell are you doing?!" Cole roared.
"Getting you out," I told him.
I unlocked the door, and right as I swung open his door, my body was slammed into the bars. The sheriff dragged my arms behind my back. Cole stepped out and pulled the officer back from me. "You really going to arrest her, man?" Cole asked.
"She just released you, Cole. I can't let that go unpunished."
"If you arrest her, our deal is off, sheriff," Cole said quietly.
I glared at Cole. Don't tell me this mother fucker has become a rat. Rats don't live once they're caught. They're killed immediately.
And I couldn’t live with that—not Cole.
The sheriff sighed and walked off. "Get out of here, both of you. Cole, take your mother with you," he called over his shoulder.
Cole looked over at me and noticed my glare. "Amelia, I'm not a rat. I made a deal with him because my dad asked me to when I called him. Get that judgmental little look out of your eyes."