Black Skulls (Bloody Black Skulls MC #2) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bloody Black Skulls MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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I heard the motel room door open, but at that moment, I didn’t give a damn. I was pissed. “Are you insane?!” I roared. “You really think it’s a good fucking idea for me to come riding back home with Amelia after you just let Mom blow up the warehouse of the man who killed my fucking sister and brutally fucked up Amelia?! Are you trying to get Amelia fucking killed?! There’s no way in hell I’m fucking coming home! All of you assholes can burn in hell!”

I hung up the phone. Amelia grabbed my wrist and turned me to face her. Her eyes were large and filled with fear, her face white. My heart twisted upon seeing her look so afraid. “Cole, what happened?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Mom fucking blew up a warehouse that belongs to the ATL. So, we’ve got to move soon and get farther away. I’m going to trash this phone and get a new one. We can get something to eat, and then, we’ll ride out.” I looked down at her, my eyes and face intent, showing I wasn’t playing games with this. This shit was serious, and I would be damned if she got hurt again. “I won’t have you hurt, Amelia. Not on my fucking watch and not anymore if I can help it. I will do what I have to do to protect you.”

She sighed. “Cole, you’re giving up your entire life, everything that you know—for me. I can’t ask that of you.”

I kissed her lightly, rubbing my thumb over her cheekbone. “Amelia, you don’t have to ask me. I’m doing it because I care about you. I won’t let anything else happen to you while I’m alive. Those fucking bastards have fucked with the two things in my life that mean the most to me: you and my family. I’ll be damned if I let either one get hurt or killed because of me again.” She started to speak, but I put a finger to her lips. “Shh. There’s nothing you could say that would change my mind. Come on. Get your bags together and get them loaded on your bike. We’re going to get something to eat, and then, we’re riding out.”

9

A week had passed since Amelia and I had ridden off from the motel we were staying at. She was looking significantly better, and I could tell she felt better, too. She hadn’t had nightmares in a couple of nights, and her confidence was back full force. That much was proved last night.

We were both sitting in a bar in the little hick town we had been in for the past week. I needed a drink—badly, and Amelia wouldn’t leave me alone about finding a place to get shit faced, so I finally dragged her into the bar. There was a small stage with a couple of girls dancing, giving some of the men a little bit of entertainment.

Amelia was sitting beside me, downing another shot. I had lost count of the number of shots she had already thrown back. I was sipping at my beer, not drinking much because I knew I would have to be the designated driver because we only rode my bike here. And like hell was I risking her life.

A guy walked over to her. He was wearing dirty jeans and scuffed up boots with a dirty, flannel shirt. His beard was grown out and reached the collar of his shirt. He was wearing a hat, and his long hair was tied back into a low ponytail. The gleam in his eyes told me he was only going to bring trouble.

I clenched my fist in fury, ready to punch his face in until it was flat if he even tried to talk to Amelia.

“Fuck off,” Amelia snapped at the man before he could say anything to her. My eyes widened in shock. She actually spoke like her normal self to someone other than me.

“That’s not a way to talk to a man, baby,” he rasped, leaning into her a little too close for my liking.

She glared at him fiercely, and I smirked, loving the fact that the woman I knew was finally back full force. “I wouldn’t give a flipping fuck if you were my mother, asshole. Don’t talk to me. I’m really not in the fucking mood.”

He wrapped his hand around her hair and yanked her head back to stare him in the eyes. I jumped up out of my chair, ready to wrap my hands around his throat and break his nose. Before I could do anything though, Amelia narrowed her eyes, grabbed my half empty bottle of beer, and smashed the man in his face with it. He yelped in pain, instantly letting go of her. She wrapped his hair around her hand two times and then slammed his face onto the bar.



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