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 stormed out of the room, slamming the doors shut behind her with a loud bang. I clenched my fists. I was going to find her after this meeting and fucking get this secret out of her, even if it was the last fucking thing I did. I refused to find her body in a shallow grave off Route 44 just because she didn’t want goddamn help. Who knew Amelia could be so secretive?
I sat down at the table next to my mom, which was my spot considering I was her VP. I had to do something to keep my mind off of this Amelia bullshit.
“What’s on the table?” I demanded to know.
“We’ve got to find out what’s going on with Amelia,” my mom said. I sighed. This wasn’t what I was trying to talk about. I was trying to get my mind off this shit. “She’s putting both clubs in danger by keeping secrets. Secrets make clubs vulnerable. I refuse to have that.”
“We’re going to leave her alone,” Luke said, speaking up. He was my dad’s VP, and though he rarely spoke, he was a damn good vice. “I mean it, Katie. She’s right. What proof do we have to make her think we can retaliate against the rat without ruining both clubs? We have none. We almost ruined the clubs by killing that cop that arrested you, and you were in prison for almost ten years for retaliation. Is that supposed to make her feel that we won’t ruin everything that we’ve worked so hard to build?”
“That’s mine and Travis’s decision to make, not hers,” my mom snapped at him.
“It’s her life, therefore it’s her decision,” he retorted. “My point is made.”
My dad sighed. “Whatever Amelia is hiding, it’s something that will most likely hurt us just by us finding out. Amelia has always done what is in the best interest of this club, and everyone sitting at this table knows that. She would never do anything to hurt any of us. We need to let her come to us on her own time and her own terms; we just have to be patient.” His eyes locked with mine, knowing every word coming out of his mouth was pissing me off more and more. “I mean it, Cole. Leave it be. We’ve got other shit to worry about.”
I clenched my fists. I swore if I found her dead somewhere, I’d ruin everyone in this room. I’d make them all hurt just as much as I would.
“Next order of business,” I spat, changing the subject. If I didn’t focus my mind on something else, I was going to cause hell and uproar in this room.
“The ATLs were found at one of our ports,” Dad said. “Guns were found missing. We need to retaliate. They’re not going to get away with stealing our shit nor being on our territory.”
I nodded. This was something I could do. It would make me feel a lot damn better to get the fuck away from this goddamn clubhouse for a little while, too.
“I’ll take Keifer, Drew, and Lorenzo with me, and we’ll see what we can find out,” I told Dad.
He nodded. “Good. That’s all we need to talk about then. Ride out. Keep in touch.”
I got up from the table and walked out of the room with everyone following behind me. Amelia was sitting at the bar with Heather, and they seemed to be in a pretty heated argument. “What’s going on?” I asked, walking over. God knew Heather could start some fucking drama.
“This bitch is stealing my old man,” Heather spat, glaring at Amelia. “I’m just giving her a little warning.”
Amelia smirked, seeming too amused by the whole situation. “Is that what this conversation has been about the entire time?” Amelia laughed. “Man, I’d have loved to know that. I’m sure your mother would love to know that her dear little sixteen-year-old daughter has an old man. That would really make her happy.”
I sighed. If there was one thing Amelia was good at, it was stirring up shit. All three of us knew my mom would flip her shit if she found out Heather supposedly had an old man at the age of sixteen.
“Just stay away from Drew,” Heather snarled.
“He was a good lay, darling. Really good,” Amelia said, her lips still twisted into that cold smirk.
My blood boiled at the thought of Amelia with another man. I buried it down. She couldn’t know that I was jealous. It meant I had feelings for her, and I couldn’t let her see that. I needed her safe.
Heather glared at her and walked away. Amelia looked up at me. “Can I help you, Cole?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“We’re about to ride out. I figured I would just let you know,” I said.