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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It was silent in the room for a minute until I spoke. “Did you have a hand in doing this?” I asked her quietly.

She kept her mouth shut, knowing anything she said in this room could be held against her in court. I tried another tactic. My mom had never done well under a lot of pressure, and if there was something I could do when I was pissed was get the truth out of someone, especially if I was fucking hurting.

“Tell me, mother,” I spat the name, “do you know what your betrayal has done to everyone? Travis is going nuts. Katie . . .” I let my voice trail off. “Well, I’m sure you know how your best friend is reacting to this, considering Dad was Travis’s best friend.”

She glared at me harshly, knowing exactly what I was doing to her, but clenched her jaw to keep her mouth shut. “Then again, Katie’s probably renounced your title as best friend, huh? After all, you just don’t do this kind of shit.”

She kept silent. I was getting really fucking tired of this game she had going on. I wanted some fucking answers, and I fucking wanted them right then. I jumped up from my chair, sending it flying against the wall. She jumped in fear, knowing just how ruthless and uncaring I was when I was pissed. “Do you want to know how I fucking feel?!” I screamed at her.

She shook her head no, tears filling her eyes. I knew she was getting ready to crumble under the pressure I was applying. I knew the moment I poured out how I was feeling, she would crack. I slammed my hand onto the table, making her jump again.

“Well, too fucking bad,” I snarled at her. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the floor in front of the table. “He was my fucking dad, Amy.” I spat her name out, fucking sick of calling her mother and mom. She was no fucking mother of mine, that was for damn sure. “He was the one fucking person that was always by my side! Even if he was silent, I knew he was working things out for me. He was the only fucking person that visited me in jail, who tried to help me while I was inside. I fucking loved Daddy!” I screamed, tears filling my eyes. She flinched at the name Daddy, refusing to meet my eyes.

“Why would you do something like this to him?! He loved you unconditionally! You treated him like absolute shit, and still, he stuck by your side because he fucking loved you so goddamn much! You made him absolutely fucking miserable! Even if you hated him and wanted him gone so bad, why didn’t you think of your fucking daughter?!” I screamed, tears flowing down my cheeks. “Did you even think about how this would affect me?!”

“Yes, I did!” she finally yelled back at me, tears flowing down her face. “Your father was a horrible influence on you, Amelia! I thought with him gone, you would finally straighten yourself out!”

I ignored her. Her statement wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I continued on as if she had never spoken. “You even tried acting the sad fucking widow, telling me you couldn’t be in the same room as me because I reminded you too much of him—”

“I wasn’t acting when I said that!” she yelled at me, sobbing. “Amelia, when I first met your father, he acted exactly like you do! You two are more alike than you could even begin to imagine, and knowing that his death had pushed you into that kind of person cut me deep! I have murder on my hands now, and for what reason?” she snapped.

I clenched my fists. I wanted to know how she found out where they were going. I wanted to know how she went into that territory without getting hurt. However, I couldn’t ask her. I wasn’t stupid. There were monitors in here that could send me and everyone else in the club to prison with her. I glared at her, tears pouring down my face. “I hope your time in prison is ten times fucking worse than what I had to deal with,” I seethed. She recoiled from the dangerous gleam in my eyes. “You deserve to fucking rot there for what you did.”

I walked to the door and banged on it, letting them know I wanted out. The door opened, and I stormed out, wanting to get out of the station as fast as fucking possible. Cole was waiting outside for me. He opened his mouth to say something until his eyes landed on my face. He sighed and pulled me into his arms wordlessly. I sobbed into his chest, my tears soaking his shirt.



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