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)
She started to speak again, but my dad spoke. “Enough, Katie,” he growled at her. He looked at me. “Continue.”
“He held Amelia at gunpoint,” I continued. Luke jumped up from his chair, but my dad stood up and clamped his hand down on Luke’s shoulder to hold him in place. “Amelia was supposed to deliver a message to me, but she never did, and he grew impatient. So, he came to speed her up.”
I looked at Amelia to see her glaring at me. Good. If it meant that she had to be angry to keep back the tears, then by all means, she could be angry. I hated seeing her upset and crying. “Tell them the message, Amelia.”
She stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets, but not before I saw them shaking. “He said that I taste as good as I look,” she muttered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.
“You fucking traitor!” my mom roared, jumping out of her chair. “You’re probably—”
“Enough!” I barked, cutting her off and shoving her back down into her chair. “She was raped, goddammit, fucking raped! All because we were too worried about other shit to protect our own!”
My mom’s jaw was practically touching the floor. Luke crossed the room and gripped Amelia’s shoulders. “Amelia, is it true?” he whispered. “Please tell me this is a sick joke that you and Cole are pulling and that you’re fucking with us all.”
Tears filled her eyes. My soul raged. She shook her head and walked out of the room without saying another word. Amy came into the room and went over to Luke. “Luke, what’s going on?” she asked softly. “Why is Amelia crying?”
He ignored her and turned to my mom and dad who had moved to stand next to each other. “We have to do something!” he shouted. “We can’t just let this go!”
“It’ll take time to plan—” Dad began.
“No,” I interrupted him. “We’ll get revenge, and we’ll kill anyone who put a hand on Amelia. If the ATL wants a war, they’re getting one. They don’t know what the fuck they’ve just started.”
“You don’t call the shots around here, boy,” Dad snapped at me.
I turned around and glared at him. “Don’t fucking test me right now,” I snarled. “Anyone who fucking goes against me, including my family, will be facing my fist, or maybe even the bullets in my gun.”
“That’s no way to talk to your father,” Mom barked at me. “We’re all in this together, Cole. It’ll do you good to remember that.”
“We just had a woman in the club raped!” I roared, no longer wanting to keep my cool. “If it were Amy, Heather, or even you, this club would be bending over backwards to get revenge for it! Just because Amelia doesn’t have a title or isn’t someone’s old lady, we’re not supposed to get fucking revenge for what happened to her?!”
“Amelia runs by her own book!” my dad shouted at me. “We all know that! If she wanted revenge for what happened to her, she would do it herself!”
I wrapped my hand around his throat and shoved him against the wall. I was yanked back by Luke. I glared at my dad, clenching my fists by my sides. “You didn’t see the terrified look in her eyes when that man had his hands on her,” I growled at him, anger roaring through my veins. “She’s terrified of him. For once, someone has to step in and protect her. Even if I have to protect her by myself, I fucking will. I don’t give two flipping fucks what any of you have to say about it.”
I turned to look at Luke, my hands shaking. “For someone who supposedly cares about his daughter so goddamn much, you sure as hell weren’t backing me up.”
I stormed out of the chapel and went to the bar. I leaned over the counter and grabbed a beer. It was pretty empty in the room at the moment since most of the club members were still in the chapel. Good thing, too, because I needed some fucking peace and quiet before I murdered someone with my bare fucking hands.
Night had fallen, and most people were getting drunk, partying, having sex, and playing pool. Others, like me, were just sitting at the bar, flirting with the club whores and sipping on beers.
Amelia stepped into the room and strode straight over to me, a slight limp to her walk. Without hesitation, I moved the blonde on my lap off me, letting my eyes trail over Amelia. As soon as she was close, the scent of strawberries washed over me; she had obviously just gotten out of the shower not too long ago.
Her hair was dried and hanging straight down her back. She had pulled on short-as-fuck jean shorts and a black netted shirt that only covered her chest, leaving her toned, flat stomach on display. She had on a black sports bra under the netted shirt.