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)
One of the men shined a flashlight on her face, and she cursed, knocking the light out of his hand. “Shit, girl. What happened to you?” the president asked, stepping forward and gripping her chin in his hand to examine her face.
I forced myself not to break his nose—or worse, his jaw. I didn’t want anyone touching my Amelia. He pulled her into the circle of his arms, and that was where I drew the line. I yanked her back to my side, glaring at him.
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” I warned him.
“Cole, chill out,” Amelia snapped, glaring up at me. I narrowed my eyes at her. “Kyle has done nothing but look out for me. When I ran off for space, I went to his club. He made sure I was looked after.”
I returned her glare. She wasn’t going to fool me easily. That fucker had the look of a man that had a real nice fucking feel of her before. “Oh, I’m sure he’s had you looked after,” I ground out through my clenched teeth. “I’m sure he’s fucked you, hasn’t he?”
“Actually, I have,” the president told me, a cocky smirk resting on his face.
I didn’t restrain myself that time. I slammed my fist into his face. Guns were drawn on me instantly, but I didn’t give a fuck. Who in the hell did he think he was to rub his fucking relations with Amelia in my fucking face? He deserved a hell of a lot more than a fucking broken nose!
“Cole!” Amelia shouted at me. “For fuck’s sake, what are you doing?!”
I grabbed her by the arm and glared at everyone pointing guns at me. “Put them down. If you shoot me, you’re starting a war with the Black Skulls and the Bloody Royals.”
“Fuck, you’re that Cole?” the Vice President asked.
I rolled my eyes. Could they be any dumber?
“You couldn’t tell by the cut?” I snapped at him. “You fuckers are stupider than I first fucking thought.”
I dragged Amelia away, and we went to our hotel room. Once we entered, I slammed the door closed behind me. Dropping my bag onto the floor, I stormed off toward the bathroom. I was so fucking pissed, and I couldn’t release that anger on Amelia like I normally did with other women. Fuck, she had to recover, I reminded myself.
I just needed a fucking shower.
“Just where in the hell do you think you’re going?!” Amelia hollered at my back.
“To take a fucking shower. Sit down, watch TV, and shut the fuck up,” I ground out through clenched teeth, continuing on my walk to the bathroom.
She grabbed my arm and yanked me around to face her, glaring at me fiercely. Fuck, she was so goddamn hot when she was worked up. All I wanted to do was bury myself deep inside of her and listen to her moan my name over and over.
“You know I don’t take damn orders, Cole. What in the fuck is wrong with you? You almost killed your dad today, and then you walked from the clubs, from your family. When Kyle said he had slept with me, you fucking punched him in the face. Now, you’re pissed off and ordering me around? What the fuck is going on with you?!” she finally began yelling at the end.
I couldn’t fucking tell her what was wrong. I couldn’t tell her I left the club for her. I couldn’t tell her my views had changed on life because of her. I couldn’t fucking tell her I was jealous of other fucking men that got to touch her!
I grabbed her face gently in my hands and kissed her. When I pulled away, she was a little breathless. I took a deep, calming breath and released her. “Please, Amelia, just leave me alone for a little while. I don’t want to talk about it. Don’t ask again. Do whatever you want. Just don’t leave the hotel room.”
She put her hands on her hips, ready to argue with me again, but I already had my reasons. “Amelia, that bastard and his crew are out there somewhere, and I have no doubt in my mind that they’re waiting for the perfect moment to catch you alone without me anywhere around. Stay in the motel room. If someone comes in, scream as loud as you can and try to get into the bathroom, alright?”
I gave her another kiss, though this one was much smaller and shorter. I walked into the bathroom to get a shower.
Fuck, I needed to calm down. Two kisses, and I was hard. What kind of man was Amelia turning me into?
Amelia
I felt his hand constricting around my neck. I wanted to breathe. Fuck, I was trying my goddamn hardest to breathe, but his grip was too strong, and it was unrelenting. My brain was shutting down from the lack of oxygen. Black spots began to dance in front of my vision.