“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.
I didn’t know why I was bothering to tell her. I didn’t know why I did a lot of things with Amelia. I cared about her. I knew that much. She had the power to piss me off one minute and make me want to fuck her senseless the next. I guess I just wanted her to care for me like I did her. Hell, who the fuck really knew.
Everyone here knew that I’d never settle down, though. I didn’t get attached. I had too much shit to worry about to keep up with a woman. I didn’t need crosshairs on the back of her head constantly. That’s exactly what I’d be putting on any woman that I got serious with.
And I cared way too much about Amelia to put her in that kind of danger.
She raised her other eyebrow so both of them were now raised at me. “I care why?” she asked.
I walked away without saying anything. As I was getting on my bike, I saw her standing right outside of the clubhouse doors kissing Drew. I clenched my fists. How dare she fucking kiss him right in front of me?
Son of a bitch, she pissed me off!
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Amelia
I smirked,releasing Drew once I saw how pissed off Cole had looked. There was a lot of sexual tension between me and Cole. Everyone could see it; hell, there was so much sexual tension between us, you could practically touch it. We all knew Cole wanted to stake a claim on me, but he wouldn’t because he enjoyed being single way too much. Yet, he couldn’t hide those feelings he had for me if he were a mile away.
I wanted to be with Cole more than anything. One day, I would make him realize what he was missing out on. But until that day came, I was just going to try to force him to see it and hope to God he made the right moves.
Sure, it pissed me off that he left me in my bed when I was sixteen after taking my virginity, but I wanted Cole more than I wanted anything. When I set my eyes on something, I was determined to have it.
Cole glared at me as he drove away, and my smirk grew. His jealousy was getting worse and worse by the day. It wouldn’t surprise me if Drew came back with a broken nose.
The only thing that would possibly keep Cole and I apart, even if he admitted his feelings for me, was my past. I wasn’t willing to open up about what had happened to me in jail or leading up to my time in jail. It would hurt too much to relive telling him, and those secrets were better left buried. The whole club may have known about me harboring secrets, but the past was the past. They were going to have to let it go.
2
Cole
Ipulled up to the back of the warehouse that belonged to the ATL. We’d easily found the fuckers that had taken our guns and tracked them here. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to just open fire on their asses for taking our shit, but we had to be careful about planning retaliation on these fuckers.
The best retaliation was the most planned out one, and neither of the clubs could afford another member in jail at the moment. So, I had to do this the smart way, no matter how much of a pain in the ass it was.
"Are these the guns that you told me about?" I heard a voice with a Hispanic accent ask.
"Yes,” another deep voice replied. “We just got these a couple of nights ago. They came from the Black Skulls.”
Fucking bastards, I thought to myself.You stole our fucking guns! Just say that instead of beating around the fucking bush!
"The Black Skulls would never make a deal with you, Rico. Tell the truth. Where did you get these guns from?" the same Hispanic voice demanded, rage coating his words.
"We stole them from the Black Skulls," another voice said, almost sheepishly.