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)
“I thought you were visiting your aunt and uncle during that time to take a break from the club?” Cole asked me, making me look up at him
Oh, boy, he was pissed.
Anger swirled in his blue eyes. I knew he felt like I was betraying the club by keeping this a secret. The girl that ratted me out was attached to some dangerous people that wanted to hurt the clubs, and I would not allow that to happen.
The ATL could suck a fat one before I let them start a war.
“The club doesn't need to know everything that goes on in my life, Cole,” I bit, not letting my eyes give anything away. “The fewer people that knew about my time spent inside, the better. They were trying to take the whole club down with me.” I looked back at Katie, taking my eyes off Cole’s seething form. “Yeah, my time inside wasn't great. I had to make some alliances, but there were a lot of enemies. A lot of people inside have a problem with the Black Skulls and a really big problem with me.”
I was known as a ruthless bitch, and I was always the one picked to do a lot of the dirty work around here, people knew my name and hated me. Even if they didn't have a problem with the Black Skulls, they most likely had a problem with me.
Katie tapped my shoulder where my knife wound was. I winced a little bit. It was still healing even though I'd been out of jail for a minute. There had been one girl inside that wanted the clubs to go down and wanted me to suffer. I got in my share of fights with her, but she always had the upper hand due to the number of people she had in her pockets.
“Oops, sorry.” Katie said, not at all sounding sorry though. “I didn't know it still hurt.”
Like hell, you didn't.
“Yeah,” I muttered, figuring I needed to shut this conversation down now while I still had a chance and before I punched Katie in her face on her first day home for prodding my shoulder like that. “I've got to go. There's drinks to drink and people to lay.” I didn't want to stand around and dwell on my time in jail. And Katie was doing what she did best—pissing me off.
Katie laughed the fakest fucking laugh I’d ever heard in my life. I ignored her, turned around, and walked off. When I got to the bar, I sat back down on my stool and ordered a prospect to get me a beer, watching Cole as he hugged his mom and walked off to one of the club whores.
It sucked for the women. They allowed themselves to be treated like dirt just to try to become one of these guys’ old ladies. I didn't understand why anyone would want to be an old lady. All you did was whatever your boyfriend/fiancé/husband told you to do. Personally, I enjoyed my freedom to do and say as I pleased.
Clayton walked over to me and sat his ass on the stool next to mine, ordering two fingers of vodka. “Are you still looking to get laid?” he asked me in a voice that I thought was supposed to be seductive, but he failed at it. I cocked my head at him and smirked a little. I decided to just let him think he accomplished what he was trying to do. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. Besides, even though he was fucked in the head from all the drug abuse, he was still a decent-looking guy. He’d be doing good if he was fucking clean.
“Obviously, since I'm still sitting here,” I retorted. “You don't want to spend more time with your mom?”
He rolled his eyes and knocked back both shots when they were set in front of him. “I'm trying to postpone the inevitable while I still can, so want to go find a room?”
I set my beer down, getting ready to take him up on his offer when a hand clamped over my wrist. “Clayton, she's not going anywhere with you.”
I glanced up at Cole’s face and snatched my wrist away from him. I wasn't too keen on being held in a compromising position like that—not after being put in thousands of compromising positions for five months in jail. “I'll catch up with you later, Clay,” I quietly told his brother, my body very aware of how close Cole was to me and the desire curling in my stomach at his close proximity.
Clay nodded and walked off. Cole took the seat Clay had been sitting in just moments before. “I should have known you were in jail, Amelia,” Cole snapped, cutting straight to what was bothering him. I sighed, not wanting to have this conversation. “That's business both clubs should have known about. I had a right to know considering I'm in line to become the president of the Black Skulls and the Bloody Royals.”