Looking me dead in my eyes, she said, "No."
What?
She yanked her chin from my hand and downed both shots of Vodka that Peanut set down in front of her. Fuck, something much worse than I could have imagined had happened to her. I wasn't going to stop until I got to the bottom of it. But until she would tell me, I was just going to do my hardest to protect her. Her safety meant everything to me.
Ameliawas everything to me.
* * *
Amelia
Someone was jostling the bed.I jerked into an upright position, panicking, and immediately groaned at the pain that shot though my head. Fuck, I had a hangover from hell.
"Here," Cole's gruff voice said.
I looked over and found him handing me two pills. I swallowed them, and he set the glass of water on the nightstand. I looked around and sighed. This wasn't my room. Why in the hell was I in Cole's room? I was dressed, so I know we didn't fuck last night.
"What am I doing in here?" I asked him.
He slid his boxers off, and I swallowed hard at the sight of him naked. Fuck, he was every woman's dream come true. He had muscles that you wanted to sink your teeth into. His abs and chest were perfect for being scratched, and his dick was the perfect size, even soft. Cole was a grower, but looking at his cock, you’d never know it.
He was very well-endowed.
He walked over to his en-suite bathroom. "You passed out drunk dancing on some prospect from the other club that rode in last night. I saved you from getting your ass raped again.” I winced slightly at that word, but Cole wasn’t one for beating around the bush. The other fucker must have been pretty goddamn handsy. “The door to your room was locked, and I couldn't find your room key anywhere, so I brought you in here." He eyed my shoulder. My shirt had slid down a little, showing my knife wound. "Want to tell me what happened in jail?" he asked.
I shook my head. I didn't want to talk about it. Besides, I was still busy fucking him with my eyes.
"Babe, if you keep giving me those fuck me eyes, I'm not going to be getting my shower," Cole said huskily, his eyes darkening with lust as he ran his eyes over me. How the fuck he found me attractive when I knew I looked like shit, I’d never know.
I bit my bottom lip and forced myself to look away. I'd been raped before, so the aftermath of the rape wasn't disturbing me mentally. I could still have sex without bringing up flashbacks. However, my body wasn't in any condition to be fucked. I was still fucking sore.
Fucking ATL bastards.
I slid out of Cole's bed and stumbled a little. "I still feel a little drunk," I muttered.
Cole caught me before I fell over. "Obviously. Lay back down, babe, and go back to sleep. No one is going to disturb you; I promise."
I let him lead me back to the bed. He covered me up and kissed my forehead. "Use my bed as long as you want to, babe.”
I nodded sleepily. He kissed me, and I fell back asleep.
* * *
Cole
I walkedinto the chapel and took my seat beside my mom. Even though I was pissed at her and didn’t want shit to do with her, I had to attend church this morning. It was too important to miss. We were going to be bringing in drugs, and that was always a dangerous job.
"Who all is going on the run?" I asked, speaking up first.
"Everyone at this table," Dad said. "It's a large shipment. We're going to need all of the back-up that we can get."
I stood up. "Let's go, then. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we'll be out of the risk."
We all walked out. I pulled Peanut aside. He looked at me nervously. "Did I do something wrong, Cole?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. I just need you to make sure Amelia doesn't go anywhere by herself. If she goes to bite your head off, tell her you're just following my orders. I'll deal with her when I get back."
He nodded. I walked over to my bike and straddled it. I prayed to whoever would listen that everything went swiftly and without problems.