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)
Someone knocked on the door, and Cole’s hold on my hand tightened once again. “Cole, it’s me and Amy,” Dad announced.
Cole grunted in response, and they opened the door. My mom rushed over to the bed and grabbed my hand. I flinched away from her slightly. “Oh, God, Amelia, are you okay? Please tell me that you’re okay!” she exclaimed frantically, not noticing my fear of her touching me unexpectedly.
“Do I look okay?” I muttered, pulling my hand from hers.
Her lips trembled as she ran her hand over my hair. I winced in pain and jerked away, moving closer to Cole, if that were even possible. “She had injuries everywhere, so be careful,” Cole snapped at her.
My mom’s eyes filled with tears. I sighed. I had done enough crying to last everyone a lifetime. I didn’t need her crying as well.
“How could I let this happen to you again?” she cried. “Amelia, I’m so sorry that I failed you as a mother.”
My dad squeezed her shoulder. “Calm down, honey. You’re not going to make Amelia feel any better,” he murmured, his eyes sad as he looked down at my blue, black, and purple face.
She stood up after she kissed the back of my hand. “Get some rest, honey,” she whispered, another tear slipping down her cheek.
They left the room, and Cole gently set me onto the bed completely so I wasn’t lying on him anymore and stood up. “I’m going to get you some food. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I nodded. He leaned down and kissed me gently, leaving the room. When he came back, he had a plate of food in his hand and a bottle of water. “Eat the food and drink all of the water, and then go to sleep, alright? You need to rest to get your strength back.”
Cole
I took a seat at the table in the chapel. My mom was no-where to be seen. She had texted me last night saying that while she was gone, I had the authority to make all of the decisions. I didn’t understand why the fuck she needed time away when she didn’t even have a lot of shit happen to her. My girl was the one that received all of the harsh treatment. And as fucked up as it was, I wanted her to feel like shit after witnessing what happened to Amelia. It was about goddamn time everyone sided with my woman instead of standing against her.
“As you all know, we have a severe ATL problem,” Dad began. “Two women of the club were kidnapped and both of them received some harsh treatment.” I snorted. He cast me a dark look. More like Amelia received all of the harsh treatment and my mother only got knocked out a few times. My dad narrowed his eyes at me but continued on with what he was saying. “Katie has taken some time away from the clubs to deal with the trauma that she has been through. Amelia is currently unavailable to us. Both women need to be watched carefully, and they are never allowed to go anywhere alone.” My dad looked at me, his eyes showing the anger I was feeling. I knew he was angry over my mom—his wife—being taken, but I was absolutely fucking livid at not only the ATL, but at myself for letting Amelia suffer through this shit again. “Cole, what plan of action do you feel we should take to deal with the problem?”
“I say we kill every single of one of those bastards,” I ground out, my hands fisting on the table. “Every fucking person that laid their hands on Amelia will be tortured under my hand, do I make myself clear?” Just thinking of what Amelia looked like when I picked her up off of the ground was enough to make my heart ache and to make my soul fucking rage.
My dad nodded his head in consent. “We attack them tomorrow. Don’t let any of them survive, am I clear?” My dad looked over at me. “Talk to Amelia and find out who the men were that put their hands on her, so we know they’re the ones that don’t get killed on the spot.” He looked at the rest of the men sitting at the table. “For the rest of you, this will be bloody. We can’t let any of this fall back on us, or we’ll have the cops crawling up our asses. Don’t leave any fucking DNA on the scene, do I make myself clear?”
Everyone around the table said yes. My dad slammed his gavel down, and I got up from my chair. When I walked out into the main room, I saw Amelia sitting at the bar, sipping a beer. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Her long dark hair was pulled up into a messy bun. You could clearly see the hand shaped bruises that surrounded her neck, and there were cuts and bruises covering almost every inch of her skin.