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)
“Are you insane?!” I roared, the muscles bunching in my arms as I tightened my hand around his throat. “Is this what we’ve become, fucking blaming people and hurting women of the club just because we’re caught up in our own fucking misery?!” I punched him in his nose with my free hand, and I heard the bone crunch, blood spurting onto my cut. He moved to shove me away from him, but I tightened my grip on his neck even more, cutting off his airflow. My mother pulled on my shoulders, yelling at me to let him go, but I held tight, unmoving. “This is fucking bullshit! Ever since Amelia turned herself into this person that frightens us all by the way she doesn’t give a fuck, both clubs have turned their backs on her, but yet still want her to do the work their too fucking afraid to do themselves! All of you fucking make her bend over backwards to your fucking will, and even though she’s not one of the fucking girls in this club, but an actual woman who works alongside us, she still does her best to please each of us! Yet, nobody is willing to fucking listen to her, and all you want to do is put your goddamn hands on her!”
“Cole, you’re going to kill him!” Mom yelled in my ear.
I let him go, and he collapsed to the floor, holding his throat. I kicked him in his rubs, and he grunted in pain. Kneeling down, I grabbed his cut, yanking him up so his face was level with mine. “If you ever lay your fucking hands on her again, I’ll cut them off and make you eat them, do you understand me?”
I dropped him back to the floor. My mom stared at me with wide eyes. I knew I’d stepped into something that I’d never be able to turn away from. I’d lost my sister, had the woman I cared about brutally beaten and raped for the goddamn umpteenth time, her memory scarred, and now, I was turning my back on my family and the clubs. But until they got their shit together, I had to get the fuck out of here.
And I was taking Amelia with me.
“I’m fucking riding out today,” I announced, ignoring my mother trying to say something. “Until you all get your fucking heads back on straight, I’m gone. I’m taking Amelia with me. I won’t keep her around a place where she’s never going to be allowed to heal.”
Luke did something he’s never done to me before. He hugged me, clapping me on the back. “Take care of her, please, Cole. She needs to get far away from here, and I know you can protect her. Get her out as soon as possible.”
I nodded curtly and turned on my heel to walk out of the chapel, going to find Amelia.
8
We parked our bikes in front of a motel three hours away from the clubhouse. Amelia hadn’t hesitated in leaving with me. It was clear she wanted out of there badly. I didn’t know her real reasons, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was because she didn’t want to be around the place Heather used to walk around and where Heather practically lived at sometimes.
I slid off my bike and grabbed my bag off the back of it, walking to the office of the motel we’d stopped at. Amelia continued to sit on her bike. She hated the process of getting a room; I remembered that much from when we used to ride together.
Man, those were the days, I thought, smiling to myself.
Once I had the key to our room, I walked back outside, only to find Amelia arguing with a couple of guys who were wearing cuts of another club. My face twisted into a scowl. I didn’t like the thought of my girl being threatened.
“You tell your fucking president that I don’t have shit to do with that. For fuck’s sake, this is my first time being outside since near the beginning of the fucking week. I didn’t fucking blow up your goddamn warehouse!” she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.
I stepped up behind her, placing my hand on her lower back. “Problem here, men?” I asked quietly, my tone holding a thousand promises of pain if they dared to touch her.
“Yeah, your girl here blew up our fucking warehouse,” one of the men snapped at me.
I looked at their cuts, noticing they read Reapers. I sighed in irritation. “Guys, do you even realize who the fuck you’re talking to and accusing? Jesus Christ, you’re accusing Amelia of the Black Skulls.”
The Reapers and the Black Skulls have had an alliance for years now, and I knew in the past, they had called on Amelia for help in retaliation since she wasn’t afraid to get caught up in bad shit. I guess her face was fucked up enough to the point they didn’t recognize her.