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Cole
I pulledoff of the club grounds once Amelia made it inside. To say that it was awkward with my mom in the truck was an understatement. She knew I was still angry with her. The only reason she hadn't opened her mouth yet was because she didn't want to bring out our issues in front of Amelia.
"Cole, you can't still be pissed off at me, can you?" she asked.
I clenched the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white from my grip. "Yes, I am still pissed off,” I snapped at her. “Amelia got injured that night, and you dragged the clubs into unwanted business. Now, Amelia has been beaten and raped, and it's most likely retaliation for what she did per your goddamn orders. I have every fucking right to be pissed off."
"Well, you don't need to let your anger get in the way of what's best for the club, Cole."
I shot a glare at her. "Maybe you should have thought about that before you fucking sent Amelia out to do the job of the clubs!" I roared at her. She flinched back from me. I sucked in a deep breath, but it did nothing to help me. "For fuck's sake, Mom, don't you get it?! Dad has always let you off easy, and he may have this time, too, but I'll be fucking damned if I allow you to get off easy with me. You not only put the clubs at risk by going behind everyone’s backs, but you've also put the only girl I've ever cared about in direct danger. Until you can admit that what the fuck you did was wrong, you need to stay the fuck away from me, andstay the fuck away from Amelia!” I roared at the end.
I pulled the truck into a parking space at the hospital and got out. I had to get the fuck away from her. Just being in her presence alone was enough to make me lose control. I hated having to actually fucking listen to her bullshit.
I straddled my bike and started it up, spinning out of the hospital parking lot and taking off for the clubhouse. I was going to drink hard tonight. Once I was good and drunk, I was going to find some club bunny and hopefully quench all this rage.
I'd love to fuck Amelia, but I wasn't in the mood to watch how rough I was being; I'd never be able to live with myself if I hurt her. Besides, she just got raped. Her body was in no condition to be having sex. And honestly, her mind probably wasn’t either.
When I got to the club house, I walked inside and found Amelia in a heated conversation with my dad. Luke was standing beside Amelia. They didn't look to be arguing; the conversation just looked really serious. I grabbed a beer from behind the bar and walked over. "What's going on?" I asked.
"Amelia is about to start handling the books," Dad informed me. "In just a few minutes, she figured out how to make all of our illegal money seem legal. It makes it easier for us to spend it without having the cops crawl up our asses."
I smirked at Amelia. "You'll be VP material before we know it."
She returned my smirk and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "I already am, babe."
She walked off, and I couldn't stop my eyes from following her. Fuck, she was gifted with a great ass. It was perfectly round and great for squeezing. And damn, those hips swayed with no effort at all. It was no wonder why guys flocked to her live bees to a hive. Amelia was fucking gorgeous.
"If you stare any harder, you'll burn holes into my daughter's ass," Luke spoke up.
I slowly turned my head to look at him, taking a sip from my beer. "It's not my fault your daughter has got an ass worthy of my attention."
"Colton," my dad warned.
I ignored him and smirked at Luke. "Keep fucking around with Amelia and watch where you end up," Luke said quietly, a warning soft in his voice.
"Looks like I'll be seeing where I'm going to end up because there's no way in hell I'm going to stop fucking with Amelia," I said, my tone matching his. One thing you didn't do was threaten me. You also didn't give me 'warnings' about messing around with Amelia.
She was mine, even if I hadn’t staked a claim yet.
I walked over to the bar and took a seat next to Amelia, who was nursing a beer. "Want to tell me whose crime I got locked up for?" I asked her.
She glanced over at me and then looked back at the prospect who was serving drinks. "I need something stronger than this,” she muttered. “Give me two fingers of Vodka."
"You sure?" he asked her.
"Peanut, give me the fucking shots," she snapped at him.
He nodded and rushed to get her shots. "Are you going to answer my question?" I asked her.
She looked at me. "No. Don't fucking ask me again."
I gripped her chin and forced her to meet my eyes. She had never been able to deny what I wanted to know when I forced her to meet my eyes. I wanted answers. I wasn't going to stop until I got them.
I wasn’t prepared for her eyes to seems so soulless, which really shocked me. They were always filled with so much life. It was more than a simple rape that did this to her. I knew Amelia well enough to know that.
"Amelia, baby, tell me who raped you," I pleaded. “Tell me who the fuck did this so I can take care of it.”