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)
I chuckled and kissed her forehead as she fell back asleep. I continued to lay awake, playing on my phone since I wasn’t tired at that moment. I just enjoyed holding Amelia for a little bit.
A few hours later as I was actually about to fall asleep, someone knocked on the door. I told them to come in, and my dad stepped in. “Clay was just admitted into the hospital. He overdosed on pain pills, and he’s given himself alcohol poisoning. Your mom and I are about to head up there.”
I sighed. Fuck. I should have known he was back into some really bad shit again since he hadn’t really shown his face around the clubhouse much these past few months. I really needed to start keeping a closer eye on my little brother. “Keep me updated,” I muttered.
He nodded and walked back out of the room. I closed my eyes again, letting sleep take over my body.
Amelia
Someone was shaking my body, and I was ready to fucking punch them. I cursed and glared at Cole. “What?” I snapped.
“I’m just as tired, but I have to piss. Go get Brian for me so he can help me get to the bathroom.”
“Why not your dad or Clay?” I asked him as I slid out of bed grumpily. I really just wanted to be asleep right now. I was getting real fucking sick and tired of all of the interruptions.
“Clay is in the hospital, and Dad is with him.” I was about to ask him why, but he shot me a look, shutting me up instantly. “Clay overdosed and gave himself alcohol poisoning. Now please go get Brian so I can piss,” he begged.
I left the room and went to get Brian. I found him passed out on the couch in the bar room. I shook him awake, and he blinked up at me. “Nice to see you out here again,” he said gruffly, giving me a small smile.
I sighed. “Trust me, I would much rather be sleeping, but Cole needs your help. He’s got to piss, and he can’t get up on his own.”
Brian stood up and followed me back down the hall. He helped Cole off of the bed and into the bathroom. I crawled back into bed and covered back up. Eventually, Brian got Cole back into bed, and he chuckled at me as I cuddled up to Cole. “For such a ruthless bitch, I never expected you to be a cuddler,” he commented.
I ignored him, but Cole smiled, kissing my forehead. “Everyone’s got a soft spot somewhere,” he told Brian. “Amelia’s happens to be me.”
I rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything again. What was I going to say? I didn’t exactly feel like lying and having to stick to it. I mean, Cole really was my soft spot. He was everything to me.
I heard Brian leave the room, and I sighed. “Baby, you have no idea how good you feel pressed against me,” Cole muttered. “I can’t wait until I’m completely better so I can bend you over that desk and fuck your tight little cunt.”
I smiled. “I might be too big to bend over a desk by then,” I told him.
Cole groaned. “I can just imagine you in a sexy, red lace thong with your belly sticking out,” he growled. “Fuck, baby, you’ll be so fucking hot.”
I kissed his chest, not answering him. Cole rubbed my belly, and I fell asleep quicker because of his comforting touch. I was so in love with this man that it was almost insane.
19
Cole had completely healed and was up and moving around normally. And my stomach was getting noticeably bigger. I was twenty weeks pregnant at the moment, and my bump was sticking out, making it very apparent to everyone that I was pregnant.
“Babe, I’ve got to ride up to London’s Tears’ territory,” Cole announced, suddenly getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom.
“Wait, what?!” I exclaimed. This was the first I had heard anything about this. He had made a fucking decision without consulting me, and he really thought he was leaving me behind?
I jumped out of bed and followed him. “If you’re going, then I’m going with you,” I told him. I would be damned if I stayed here.
Cole snorted as he stepped into the shower. I stepped in with him. I wasn’t backing down on this. “Amelia, we’ve discussed this a million times. You are not riding on your bike that long, and I won’t have you hurt because they’re in the middle of a fucking war,” Hh retorted as if that would make me stay.
“Like I couldn’t be hurt here!” I exclaimed. “Cole, I’m riding with you.”
He glared down at me. “No, you’re not!” he roared.
I glared right back at him. He could go fuck himself. If he decided to leave without me, I would ride up there by myself. He wasn’t stopping me; like fuck was he stopping me.