Black Skulls: Bloody Royals Book II

by Smith, T. O.

  I smirked at Travis and then turned back to Cole. "We've got to get the FBI off of our asses" Cole said, lacing his fingers together on the table in front of him. "So, we need to stay low and not do anything to bring more attention to ourselves." He gave me a pointed look and I gave him my best innocent smile.

  "I'm an angel, Cole. I'd never do anything." I said, fluttering my lashes at him, making him smirk.

  That brought a round of laughter to the table. Cole shook his head and slammed his hand onto the table with a loud smack. "Does everyone get what I'm saying?" Cole asked. "I mean it; I don't need any more shit on my plate than I've already got."

  Everyone spoke up saying they understood and Cole slammed the gavel, ending the meeting. I got out of my chair and went to my room, desperately wanting a shower in my own bathroom with actual hot water and I really wanted to get into some clean clothes.

  As I was in the shower, Cole flung back the shower curtain and I gasped, quickly turning so I was facing away from him. The water had washed away the make up one of the cops had allowed me to use on my neck, so my very dark, chain shaped bruise was now very visible.

  "Shy, Amelia?” Cole asked, stepping into the shower and closing the curtain back. “Did you share a cell mate that ruined you for all other men?" He asked, chuckling.

  "Cole, go away." I ground out through clenched teeth.

  Fuck, I could not allow him to see my neck. He would be fucking pissed and his whole plan of staying low would go flying out of the window. He would retaliate. It had become more than obvious to me that Cole held some sort of care for me, and he would hurt anyone who put their hands on me if I didn't hurt them first.

  I glanced over my shoulder to see Cole standing in all of his naked glory. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me around to face him before I could do anything to stop him. His eyes ran over my body like a sensual caress, but as he made it to my chest, his eyes quickly snapped back up. He tilted my head back, his jaw clenched tightly. "Cole . . ." I whispered, my voice trailing off as I swallowed hard, and then winced.

  "Your other bruises are practically healed, Amelia.” He growled. “Who the fuck did this to you and when the fuck did it happen? It looks like chains were pressed against your neck." He snapped.

  I nodded slowly as he released my head, his eyes meeting mine. There was no use keeping it from him now. He would find a way to find out if I didn't tell him. Fuck, this meant that I would have to tell him about my scar on my shoulder.

  I rubbed my scar as I leaned against the shower wall, letting the hot water run over my body. "When I was in jail those five months, believe it or not, those inmates hated me more than they hated any member of the clubs, including Katie. There was this one girl – I don't know what crew she's from, and I had never met her before in my life – but she absolutely hated me. She wanted me dead, but I fought her. I wouldn't allow myself to die in that shit hole.”

  I rubbed my shoulder again. "That's where this scar came from." I told him, moving my hand. "She had all of the guards in her fucking pockets. They all owed her something or they owed her crew something. They gave her any weapon she wanted, turned their back on everything she did, pretending it wasn't going on. She made my life hell while I was in there. I’m guessing it didn't go unnoticed by the FBI.”

  I turned my head to face him, watching the different emotions pass over his face as he listened to me speak. "The agent that was questioning me didn't like my attitude, I guess. Maybe it was because I wasn't willing to tell him anything, or maybe it was because I wasn’t willing to make any kind of deal with him. He got up and put his things away after I spit in his face.” Cole smirked a little as he pictured it, but the next thing I said quickly wiped the smirk off of his face. “I thought I was going to be allowed to go back to my cell, but he said, 'bring her in.' He walked out and that bitch took his place. I was unarmed and I knew she was fucking dangerous. She makes me look like some normal preppy high school bitch, Cole.”

  His jaw was clenched in anger, fury lighting up his features. "I put a chair between us, but she got over it, sending us both crashing to the floor. She had managed to get my neck between her arms and she choked the shit out of me with the chain on her cuffs, telling me I better tell them everything, effectively sending all of us to prison – to death row – or she'd make my death slow and painful."

  Cole sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he regained his composure. Neither of us moved for a minute. Finally, Cole sighed and opened his eyes. "Hand me your poof and come here." He said softly.

  I did as he said. He grabbed my bottle of shower gel and put it on the poof. Gently, almost like a caress, Cole ran his hand over my body, the poof following behind. By the time he had bathed me completely, I was a turned on, hot mess. I knew that he knew this, too; fuck, Cole knew my body better than I did.

  He moved me back a little, letting the water wash away all of the suds from my skin. Cole finally groaned and yanked me against him, his lips working against mine as soon as our bodies came in contact. I moaned, tangling my fingers in his wet hair.

  Cole lifted me up and wasted no time in pushing himself deep inside of me. I cried out in pure pleasure, throwing my head back. His lips worked against my neck gently and moved lower as he pumped in and out of me, holding me up with his sheer upper body strength. His lips circled my already hardened nipple and I pulled on his hair a little as I felt my climax building. "Cole, please, fuck me harder." I begged breathlessly.

  He pushed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, and he slammed into me, making me practically scream his name. "Fuck, Cole, yes, fuck, right there!" I moaned, biting down on his shoulder.

  His hands ran over my body as we both panted for breath, desperate for the release that we were both on the brink of. "Come for me, baby." He groaned. "Fucking come, Amelia."

  I did. I pressed myself against him, screaming his name again as I dug my nails into his back. He bit my collar bone, groaning as he came inside of me. "Cole, I don't . . ." I paused for a moment trying to catch my breath. "Don't put me down. I'll fall."

  He chuckled into my neck, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly. "No problem. I'll just fuck you again on your bed."

  He turned the water off and carried me to my bed. He set me on it and spread my legs open, baring my core to him. I was practically dripping as he gazed down at me.

  Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking bad.

  Before he could go down on me, I gagged, my hand flying up to my mouth. Oh God, I was going to be sick.

  Cole jumped up and snatched up a trashcan, thrusting it towards me. I leaned over and threw up into it as Cole held my hair back. When I was done throwing up, I fell back onto my pillows, curling in on myself. Cole rubbed his thumb over my cheek. "Not the best time to be getting sick, baby." He murmured. "Are you okay?"

  I shrugged. "I don't know where that fucking came from." I muttered. "I felt fine before, and then all of a sudden, I knew I was going to be sick."

  His eyes scanned my face with worry. My stomach was still churning. All of a sudden, without much warning, I felt vomit rising again. I gagged, reaching for the trash can. Cole quickly pulled my hair back as I threw up again. When I was done, he grabbed a pair of sweats he must have brought into my room and yanked them on. "I'll be right back, babe."

  He walked out of the room. A few minutes later, his dad, Katie, and my mom came into the room with Cole behind them. Thankfully, I had decided to pull on underwear and a t-shirt. Cole crawled onto the bed behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "She doesn't feel like she's running a fever." He muttered. “She just began throwing up all of a sudden."

  Katie snorted. "I think she's pregnant." She said bluntly.

  I choked on air. I sat up quickly, running my fingers through my hair, tugging on the strands roughly. No, I couldn't be pregnant. It could be anybody's kid. Cole and those ATL bastards had never used a condom. With Cole, I never really cared eno
ugh to demand him to wear one. I mean, I was on birth control for fuck's sake. However, I never was given a choice with those bastards.

  My eyes filled with tears and I choked back a sob. Cole's arms quickly came around me before my mom could do so. "You're going to be okay." He whispered, kissing my forehead. He tucked my hair behind my ears and turned my face so I could look at him. "Baby, you will be okay."

  Katie knelt in front of me next to my mom. "Amelia, there are options out there." My mom murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "You can even have a DNA test done before you have to make some kind of decision."

  I slapped my hands over my ears childishly. I didn't want to hear about how it could possibly be one of theirs if I was.

  Cole sighed and pulled me into his chest. "Go. She doesn't want to hear this."

  "She needs to." Katie said.

  "I said go!" Cole snapped at her.

  My mom and Katie both shot him a glare, but left the room. Cole stood up and set me on my feet. "Get dressed. We're going to go to the doctor and get a pregnancy test done, okay?"

  I shook my head. "No. I don't want to know." I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.

  Cole held my face in his hands, making me look up into his face. "Amelia, you need to know. If you are, you'll do what you feel is right, okay? You'll never be able to make a proper choice if you don't find out, though. I want you to have all of your facts."

  He walked over to my closet and tossed me jeans and a tank top with my leather jacket and my cut. I got dressed and he grabbed my hand, walking to his room. Once he got dressed, we walked outside and he straddled his bike. Sliding on behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly. He pulled one of my hands up to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

  Despite the fear wracking my body of what I was about to face, I smiled a little as I rested my head on his back.

  ~*~*~

  "Amelia, you are pregnant.” The doctor said, confirming my worst fears. “I'd like to do an ultrasound to determine how far along you are because you have not had a normal period in a while due to your birth control."

  I grabbed Cole's hand in both of my own, squeezing tightly. He looked up at the doctor as he squeezed my hand back in reassurance. "How far along does she have to be for a DNA test to be done?" He asked.

  Though part of me was angry for him even asking something concerning me and my health, I realized that it would be stupid of me to be angry at him. This baby could be his for all we knew. It wouldn't be fair to him if he didn't know.

  "We can do a test at twelve weeks. That's the earliest I do these tests on my patients." The doctor replied.

  Cole looked at me. I knew he wanted to do this ultrasound to see how old the baby was – to determine how far along I was. I sighed and squeezed his hand tighter and nodded. He looked at the doctor. "We'd like to do an ultrasound."

  The doctor nodded and we were lead to the ultrasound room. I laid on the table and the ultrasound tech smiled at me. "First time mom?"

  I nodded, swallowing hard. Cole grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "It's going to be okay." He murmured. "We'll find out."

  I nodded. "I need you to lift your shirt up to right under boobs, okay, darling?" I flinched at the little nickname and Cole noticed. Clenching his jaw as anger briefly flashed through his eyes, he stood beside my head, giving me some comfort.

  I lifted my shirt up and the ultrasound technician squirted some warm gel onto my belly. She placed a wand on the gel and moved it around a bit. A small baby popped up on the screen. Cole laced his fingers through mine and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt my stomach churning.

  I was keeping my fingers crossed that the baby didn’t belong to any member of the ATL.

  Cole and I had been messing around for a while – a few months now – and I was desperate for it to be his baby. I didn't want to kill any child, but I knew I would never be able to carry my rapist's child and keep my sanity.

  "It looks like your baby is about 11 weeks old, which places you at thirteen weeks into your pregnancy." She looked over at us. "Would you like to hear your baby's heartbeat?"

  I shook my head no. I couldn’t handle that. This was already too much to handle. She nodded and turned the monitor off after handing us a couple of pictures. "I'll lead you back to your room."

  I wiped the gel off of my belly with the paper towels she handed me and stood up. When the doctor came into the room, he began to speak immediately. "I can do the DNA test today and have the results back to you in 24 hours. You can come back tomorrow about an hour after the time that the test is done today and I’ll give you the results and go over your options. Is that okay?"

  "That's fine." I said.

  Cole's eyes met mine and mine instantly filled with tears. He leaned down and kissed me. "We will figure this out." He whispered. "You will be okay in the end, I promise."

  Thirteen

  I sat in the little room I had been put in, twisting my fingers in my lap. I was nervous as hell for the results, and I was feeling extremely sick to my stomach. Cole had club business to deal with that couldn't wait, so I was at the doctor’s office alone. I wanted nothing more than to have Cole at my side right then.

  I was so fucking nervous. I felt like I was going to throw up at any moment, and I couldn’t keep still. I was so fucking fidgety.

  The doctor came into the room. He set the file down onto the counter top. Turning to me, he clasped his hands behind his back and gave me a reassuring smile. "Amelia, the baby is Colton Louis's."

  Tears fell down my face in relief. I sobbed into my hands, relief flooding my body. I was so fucking happy it wasn’t one of those assholes’.

  Thank God I didn't have to abort it. Now, the only thing I worried about was how Cole and I were going to make this work. We argued so fucking much, and we could barely agree on anything. The only time we got along was when we were screwing!

  ~*~*~

  I stretched as I came awake, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. I jumped in shock, my heart pounding in my chest when I looked over and saw Cole sitting at the desk in my room with his feet propped up on it. He smirked when he caught my reaction. "Did I scare you?"

  I rolled my eyes at him, sitting up. "Get your nasty ass shoes off my desk." I ground out. "I'm the one that has to clean this room, you know."

  He removed them, but watched me with wary eyes. "Are you going to tell me what the doctor said?" Cole finally asked.

  I swallowed hard, putting a hand over my stomach. I laid back down so I was facing the ceiling. "It's your baby, Cole." I said, just loud enough for him to hear me.

  It was deadly silent in the room for a little while. I forced myself not to cry. I knew he wouldn't want it. How stupid was I to even begin to think that maybe he wanted something to do with this kid if it was his? Cole and I didn’t know how to express our emotions. I had been traumatized to the point that it all became one big mess when I began to feel anything. Cole mainly showed anger. I mean, what kind of parents would we even make? We could barely control our own fucking lives, much less that of a kid.

  "Fuck." Cole finally whispered. "I'm a dad."

  I felt the side of the bed dip, and I looked over at him to find him staring at my belly. I removed my hands slowly, placing them on the covers beside me. He pushed my shirt up and rested his hand on my belly. You could sort of feel a bump. I hadn't looked in the mirror to see if I could see one.

  "Amelia, that's my kid in there." He whispered, a thousand emotions running through his voice.

  I rolled my eyes at him. "No shit, Sherlock." I cut his moment short by sitting up. I crossed my legs Indian style and let my eyes settle on his. "Cole, how are we going to make this work?" I asked him quietly.

  He gave me an 'are you fucking kidding me?' look. "How the fuck else do you think this is going to work?" Cole asked me. "I have feelings for you and I know somewhere deep inside of you, you have feelings for me, too. We'll be tog
ether and make it work for this baby."

  I got off of my bed quickly, putting my hands on my hips as I glared down at him. For so long I had wanted Cole to admit his feelings for me. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to me just because he got me knocked up. I wouldn’t be our fucking parents; I wouldn’t be with him just because of a baby.

  "That is an absolutely ridiculous idea!" I shouted at him. "Cole, I will not be like my mom and dad." I ignored the pang that hit my heart when I mentioned my dad, and continued on. "I will not be with you just because of this baby."

  "I'm not giving you a choice in this, Amelia." He said, standing up as well, his tall frame towering over me.

  "Like hell you aren't." I spat at him. "I'm my own fucking person, Cole. This baby does not give you some fucking ownership rights to me. Go fuck yourself, and get the fuck out of my room." I snapped, pointing to the door.

  Cole walked to my door, his back rigid. I knew he was pissed. Why he wasn't arguing with me was beyond me. It wasn’t like him. "That's it?" I asked him incredulously. Fuck, I didn’t know what in the hell I wanted. "You're just going to walk out?"

  Cole had never walked away from an argument; it wasn’t in his nature. Maybe he had realized how dumb his idea was. I wanted Cole more than anything, but not just because of a baby.

  "I'm going to get a drink, Amelia. I need a breather. You're pissing me off." I stopped listening to him. Fuck. I had been drinking. What did this mean for my baby? Oh, dear God.

  I sat down on my bed heavily and grabbed my phone. Cole walked back over to me immediately. "Amelia?" He asked, kneeling in front of me.