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 still wasn’t over him assigning Peanut to me. He knew that, too, because after I called him and chewed his ass out, I didn’t answer any of his calls or texts.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said with finality. “It’s too dangerous to be out by yourself.”
I rolled my eyes at him, sighing in frustration. I wore the same cut he did; I was a part of these clubs. When wasn’t my life in danger?
“Cole, danger is my middle name. Now, move. I need to get the hell out of here,” I snapped.
Gunshots suddenly went off as four bikes came onto the club grounds. Cole knocked me to the ground before I could fully register something was happening and started firing back immediately. I felt a hand wrap around my upper arm, and I screamed in pain at not only the tightness of the grip, but the fact that it was my arm connected to my bad shoulder, which really fucking hurt now.
Shit was never going to fucking heal properly at this goddamn rate.
“Cole, stop shooting,” a familiar voice spoke from behind me. The familiar, cold steel of a barrel pressed to my temple.
My blood ran cold, and it took everything in me not to panic. Fuck, I was a strong woman, but against this bastard? I may as well be some common bitch that couldn’t handle her own. Countless beatings and rapes could really take the fight out of a girl. All I wanted to do at that moment was break down, cry, and plead.
Cole leveled his gun at the man as everyone stopped firing, watching the confrontation against the ATL president and Cole. “Let her go,” Cole ground out through clenched teeth.
The ATL fucker just ignored what Cole said. “I’m assuming this beautiful woman didn’t give anyone my message, hm?” He grabbed my chin in his hand and turned my head to face him. I winced in pain at his grip. “No brains to go with that beauty, huh?” he asked me.
“Rot in hell,” I spat at him, desperate for him to not see the fear running through my veins.
He slammed the butt of his gun against my head, and I cried out in pain, swallowing vomit.
A muscle in Cole’s jaw ticked furiously. He was livid. “What message?” Cole snapped, not looking at me, instead keeping his eyes level with ATL president’s.
The president chuckled. “Go ahead and tell him, darling. I’ll let everyone here live—including you and pretty boy—as long as you give him my message.”
I furiously shook my head no. “Go ahead and kill me. I won’t let you drag the clubs down,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
He wrapped his hand tightly around my throat, almost restricting my airflow. “Now, Amelia, let’s try this again or I’ll put a bullet through his head,” he said quietly.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t allow Cole to be killed. I would never be able to live with myself.
Cole was protective over everyone in the clubs, and lately, he had been super overprotective of me. This news would kill him. It was the whole reason I wouldn’t tell him who raped me in the first place.
The ATL wanted a war though, and they had been wanting one for months. Since they couldn’t get their hands on Heather, they took me, their next best option. Since they had seen how protective Cole was of me, I was an even better option than Heather since Cole held a lot of ground in the clubs. The news was going to give the ATL exactly what they wanted.
“I’ll tell him,” I ground out, my heart hammering in my chest. “Fucking leave, and I’ll tell him.”
The man stepped away from me and smirked. He rubbed my bottom lip, and I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to block out the painful memories. “Until next time, sweet thing,” he murmured.
He 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 warned me.
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, my energy already depleting.
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. But these clubs were built on trust, and I wouldn’t break that now. It was time for me to come clean.