Black Skulls: Bloody Royals Book II

by Smith, T. O.

  I nodded at him. "The baby is fine. They're still going to monitor it, though."

  He nodded, eyeing my stomach. I stood up and slid my gun into my belt. I looked up at him. "I'm going to go make a certain blonde's life hell." I told him, shrugging my cut on.

  He sighed. "Amelia, that's all you've been doing since she got here. I'm handling it." He told me.

  Handling it. I let that settle in for a moment. Then, it hit me. Of course, he was fucking handling it! He made a fucking promise to her and Cole's conscious would never let him sleep if he didn't keep that promise. He was helping the bitch and probably fucking her, too!

  I stormed out of the room, moving quick enough so he couldn't stop me from leaving. I stormed into the bar room. "Where's Tammi?" I snapped at Lorenzo.

  He jerked his head to where she was sitting at a table sipping at a beer and talking to Katie and my mom. I stormed over and wrapped her blonde hair around my hand, jerking her head back to stare me in my eyes. "I've got one fucking question for you." I spat.

  "Amelia-."

  I jerked my head in Cole's direction, the anger coating my face shutting him up. "Say another fucking word, and I'll make sure you never fucking touch another woman again, including me, do you fucking understand?" I snapped.

  He didn't say anything, but by the muscle that was twitching in his jaw, I knew he was pissed at me. I didn't give a flipping fuck at the moment. I knew he was fucking this bitch even after he just told me yesterday that we were together! No wonder he never made it to my fucking bed last night!

  I looked back at Tammi. "Tell me, where was Cole last night? If you don't know, then tell the fucking truth, but I have a really good fucking feeling that you know very well where he was last night." I sneered.

  "Amelia I don't want any trouble." She said, her face pale. "I really don't. You're crazy and scary as hell when you're pissed. You know where he was last night. I don't want to sound harsh, but admit it to yourself, Amelia, he can never settle for one woman."

  I slung her head forward, not giving the slightest fuck that her chin hit the table, or the fact that I ripped some of her fucking hair out of her head. If I were a cartoon character, steam would be flying out of my ears right then. "Why the fuck did you allow him to screw you?!” I yelled.

  "I was told my job yesterday." She said quietly, desperately trying to hold back her tears of pain. "Travis told me that while I'm here, I'm a club whore. I spread my legs or open my mouth when I'm told to or he'd kill me. So, I did what Cole told me to."

  Katie watched me with cautious eyes. "Amelia, maybe you're overreacting." Katie told me gently. I glared at her harshly. "Have you and Cole even established a relationship?"

  "According to Cole, we were." I ground out through clenched teeth. I wanted to spill fucking blood. "So, I have every fucking reason to act like this."

  Katie glared at Cole. My mother ran her hand through her hair. "I can't deal with this." My mom muttered. She looked up at me through teary eyes. "Honey, you remind me too much of your father. I can't be in the same room with you right now. I'm really sorry." She whispered.

  She ran from the room, a tear running down her cheek. My temper just got that much worse. I was alone in this – in everything. What fucking reason was I sticking around for? Oh, right, because I'm the mother fucking VP of this shit of a crew.

  I turned to storm out of the club house. I had to get the fuck away from there or I would be everyone's fucking enemy. "Amelia, wait." Cole said, jogging after me.

  Ignoring the fucking feelings that I had for him, I spun around, pointing my gun at him. He stopped in his tracks, eyeing the gun in my hand warily. "Amelia, don't do anything rash." He said cautiously, holding his hands up.

  "Maybe you should have taken that advice last night!" I screamed at him. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. He was the father of my kid, and I didn't need to be telling my son or daughter that I'm the reason they don't know who their dad is because I blew a fucking hole through him. "I'm riding out for a little while. I'll be back sometime today.” I clenched my jaw tightly, narrowing my eyes at him. “I swear, if you send one fucking person out after me, I will make everyone's life here hell, do you understand me?"

  "Baby-." He started, but I cut him off.

  "Don't fucking baby me!" I yelled. "You fucked that goddamn whore sitting at that fucking table right there!” I jerked my hand in the direction the blonde tramp was sitting. “She helped that stupid bitch beat the fucking hell out of me while I was locked up! If you were going to betray me by sleeping with someone, why couldn't you have fucking chose anyone but her?!"

  I turned around and almost slammed into Katie, who had been standing right behind me with a gun pointed at the back of my head. I smirked at her. I wasn't afraid of death. I knew I was going to hell. If someone wanted to go ahead and send me, then that was fine by me.

  "Shoot me, Katie." I taunted her, a sadistic smirk twisting my features. "Just don't forget the fact that I'm carrying your son's child and he'll blow you to fucking smithereens if you dare hurt his kid."

  She glared at me and lowered her gun. I walked around her and out of the club house.

  ~*~*~

  Cole's POV

  I sat in my room, running my fingers through my hair, tugging on the ends. What the fuck was Tammi talking about? Fuck, did I really screw her last night? Jesus, I had a few drinks. I could remember walking down the hallway and everything from there was just blank until I woke up with a headache this morning. If I fucked her, how the hell could I do it to Amelia? She didn't deserve this shit! Fuck, Amelia had been through enough shit already.

  My mom came into my room. "How the fuck could you do that to her?" My mom asked me when she entered.

  I looked up at her through teary eyes. I just got Amelia in my grasp. I couldn't fucking lose her.

  "Mom, I don't remember screwing Tammi. Everything from last night is just gone." I muttered.

  She grunted. "For fuck's sake, Cole, you're a fucking president of one of the most dangerous clubs in the United States and you can't fucking figure out when you've been drugged?” She snapped. “I thought you would be smart enough to always watch your fucking drink!"

  I ignored her ranting. "Mom, I can't fucking lose Amelia." I mumbled, dropping my head into my hands. I wanted so badly to go after her, but she had warned me not to. I wanted to trust her to come back, but I was so fucking afraid that she really wouldn’t.

  "Don't let this kid be the only thing that pulls you two together." She said, sitting beside me. "Cole-."

  I cut her off. "Isn't that how you and dad decided to be together, though?" I asked her.

  “Yes, but there were feelings there.” She told me gently. “It's so hard to read Amelia, honey. How can you know that your feelings for her are returned?"

  I grabbed my knife off my nightstand and twisted it around my fingers. "Mom, Amelia has a heart of steel. She doesn't let people see her vulnerable if she can help it. She likes to make everyone think that she doesn't give a damn about anything. What you just saw out there was a woman whose heart had been shattered and stepped all over by the man that she cares about. Yet, I can't give her a fucking explanation as to what happened because I can't fucking remember anything!" I finally yelled at the end, throwing the knife into the wall.

  My dad came into the room. "Cole, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Amy is on her way to the hospital. Amelia was just hit with a truck." He murmured.

  “What?!” I roared, jumping up from my bed and running out to my bike. Fuck, please let her be okay. Please, let her and my child be okay.

  ~*~*~

  Amelia's POV

  I blinked awake, the first thing I saw being Cole and my mom in a heated conversation at my bedside. "You're no fucking good for her, Cole." My mom snapped at him.

  "You're one to talk, aren't you?” Cole seethed. “She lost her fucking father and she's knocked up. She needs her mother there for her now more than any other time, and ye
t you fucking told her you can't stand to be in the same room as her! Unlike you, I fucking care about what happens to Amelia, and I won't let herself get harmed anymore if I can fucking help it, but you – you fucking let her go to jail for shit that you and Luke knew about!" He finally roared, clenching his fists.

  "Please, shut up." I mumbled, putting a hand to my head and shutting my eyes. Fuck, my head hurt so fucking bad.

  I felt Cole's large hand grab my own. "Amelia, you're awake." He breathed.

  "Mhm." I muttered. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Tammi?" I snapped at him as everything started coming back to me.

  "Baby, you need to listen to me." I looked over at him, wincing at the harsh light in the room. "I swear to you, I don't remember screwing Tammi. All I remember is walking down the hallway. Everything after that just isn't there. I don't remember anything. It's all blank." He murmured, his hands squeezing my own, desperately trying to get me to understand.

  I gaped at him. I could tell that he was telling the truth. I mean, hell, there were tears in his eyes. "Okay." I whispered. I looked down at my belly which had a couple of things wrapped around it. My heart sped up double time as panic gripped my chest. "Cole-."

  He cut me off, soothing his hand over my hair. "Our baby is fine." He said softly. "I don't know how. Fuck, it's a goddamn miracle, but our baby is fine. You, however, didn't break any bones, but you had one hell of a concussion. You were out for two days."

  "That would explain my headache." I mumbled.

  The door to my room opened and Katie came in with a fast food bag. "Here, Cole, I figured you were hungry so I picked up some food on my way here." She told him.

  He sat in the chair that was beside my bed and took the food from his mom. She smiled at me. "Good to see that you're awake."

  My mom cleared her throat. "Amelia-." She began.

  I glared at her. "I don't fucking need you here." I spat at her. She flinched. "You're not a real fucking mother. I remind you too much of dad.” I reminded her. “You made it perfectly fucking clear that you can't stand to be in the same room as me. So, get the fuck out of here and go fuck yourself."

  "Honey, I'm sorry." She whispered. "Your father was everything to me."

  I made a move to sit up, but Cole held me down. "You'll move the monitors on your stomach if you sit up. You need to stay laying down."

  I glared at my mom even harder. "He was my fucking dad!" I yelled at her. "He was the man I knew I could rely on! I've lost that security and you fucking stabbed my heart and twisted the goddamn knife when you practically proclaimed that you don't want me around anymore! Why in the hell do you even stick around the club house?!"

  A nurse came into the room. "I'm going to have to ask you all to leave. You're upsetting the patient." She murmured.

  I grabbed Cole's hand in both of my own. "Don't leave." I whispered up at him, gripping his hands tightly in my own.

  He nodded, silently letting me know he wasn’t going anywhere, and looked at the nurse. "I'm staying." He told her.

  "Sir-."She started, but I cut her off.

  "He's staying." I ground out, my tone of voice daring her to go against me.

  She nodded and scampered out of the room. "So why are these things on my stomach?" I asked Cole softly after a few minutes of silence.

  "They're keeping check on the baby." He told me. "You're at risk of a miscarriage, and they're just making sure you don't start contracting or that nothing else abnormal happens."

  I looked down at his fries. He followed my gaze and smirked. He handed them to me. "You better be glad that I'm worried about you. You know better than anyone else how much I love my fries."

  That he did. Cole would literally kill over his fries. I had seen it happen.

  We were coming back from a ride, on our way back into town. His mom had ordered us (when she was still in prison) to go deal with some problems at another club. Travis had made me go with Cole. We had gotten some food on the way back, and Cole was driving one-handed and eating fries with the other.

  Someone had come out of nowhere and slammed into Cole's bike. I had slammed on my breaks immediately and jumped off of my bike, rushing towards him. I was panicking that something had happened to him. Cole jumped off of the ground out of nowhere and knocked me down, covering my body with his as shots started firing. He shot two of the guys down and wounded the other one in the knee cap.

  He got up and walked over to the last remaining man, pointing the gun at his forehead. You would think that he would have been pissed that he could have gotten hurt, or that his bike could have been ruined, right? Nope.

  "You fucking ruined my fries." Cole ground out through clenched teeth.

  The guy was dead with one pull of Cole's trigger. So, needless to say, Cole loved his fries. To say that I was scared to take them from him would be an understatement.

  He chuckled at my expression. "Don't worry. I'm giving them up willingly. I won't kill you over them." He said, his mind obviously going back to that day just as mine had.

  I took them from him and started eating them. By the third fry, I started gagging. I dropped the fries into my lap, slapping my hands over my mouth. Cole took the fries at the same time he put a trash can beside me. I leaned over and threw up. Cole rubbed my back soothingly, whispering comforting words into my ear. When I was done throwing up, he helped me lay back again and pressed the button for the nurse. "Hi, how can we help you?" She asked.

  "I need a nurse in here." Cole said. "My girlfriend just got sick and the monitors on her stomach moved, I think."

  "They definitely have." She said after a moment. "We'll be in there in a minute."

  Cole ran a hand over my hair gently. "Are you okay now?" He asked me softly.

  I nodded, feeling extremely tired all of a sudden. The door to the room opened and the nurse from earlier came in. She smiled at me. "How are you feeling?" She asked me.

  "Extremely tired." I muttered.

  She nodded. "That's normal with a concussion like you had. The doctor will come see you in a minute and he'll give you the okay or not to go home, alright?"

  I nodded tiredly, letting my head fall back against the pillows. The doctor came into the room and smiled at me. "Miss Johnson, you just found out you're pregnant and you're still being reckless, I see."

  This was the doctor that always saw me during my hospital stays. He kept club business a secret, unless rapes or beatings were involved not pertaining to the club, as mine had been. "Dr. Kline, you should know that a baby was not going to make me change my ways so quickly."

  He chuckled and looked at Cole. "Say, aren't you-."

  "The one that you accused of raping Amelia? Yeah." Cole ground out, stuffing a fry in his mouth.

  I squeezed his hand in mine. I knew he fucking hated thinking about that time of my life. "It was actually someone else." I told the doctor. "Can I go home? I really want to go to sleep in my own bed." I just wanted to steer the conversation away from my kidnappings. All it ever did was make Cole angry, and me sick to my stomach.

  "You seem to be fine, Amelia. I'll let you go home. Just take it easy for a little while so your body has time to heal. I'm sure that you don't want to have a miscarriage." He warned.

  He nodded at the nurse to unhook me from everything. I signed my release forms and Cole helped me off of the bed. He handed me a bag. "I packed you some clothes." He told me.

  "Thanks." I murmured, trying not to breathe in his face. I knew my breath had to smell fucking horrible.

  When I was changed and had rinsed my mouth out, I walked out of the bathroom. Cole pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "Come on. Your bike is completely ruined so you have to ride with me."

  I pouted. "My bike." I whined.

  He chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose. "We'll get you a new one. Yours isn't even worth fixing."

  I sighed and grabbed his hand. He leaned down and kissed me again, lacing his fingers through mine. "Come on. Let's get the fuck out of this he
ll hole."

  When we got home, everyone was lying on the ground with FBI agents standing around them. Cole and I got off of his bike quickly, rushing over. "What in the hell is going on here?!" I yelled at the agents.

  "We're searching the place again, and since most of your crew is drunk, we got rid of any problems and made them lay on the ground." Agent Blake retorted.

  "Listen here you fucking bitch-." I spat out, ready to swing at him. I really fucking hated this cocky son of a bitch.

  Cole grabbed my arm in his hand, squeezing it gently. "Amelia, just let them search. They won't find anything." He told me reassuringly.

  I wasn’t worried about them finding anything. I wanted to fucking kill Agent Blake for making my life and everyone else’s here a fucking living hell!

  I spotted Travis lying on the ground, clenching his jaw in anger. Katie looked just as pissed off. I heard my mom yelling and she was dragged out of the club house in handcuffs.

  "What in the hell?!" I screamed, throwing my hands up in the air. My mom had no reason to fucking go to jail. Fuck, she was probably the most innocent person out of the whole fucking lot of us.

  "Amelia, your mother is under arrest for the murder of Luke Johnson." Lisa Grey said, walking up to me.

  My mouth dropped open in shock. I instantly felt sick. "Say what?" I whispered.

  Travis jumped up and hell broke loose.

  Fifteen

  I sat in the waiting room of the police station, running my fingers through my hair. FBI agents were swarming the place, but I wasn't intimidated in the slightest. I was seething with anger and betrayal. My own mother had somehow had a hand in my father's death, and I was going to find out what the hell she had fucking done.

  "Miss Johnson, if you follow me, you can speak to your mother." Lisa Grey said, walking up to me.

  I glared up at the agent that had spoken to me a few days ago about being part of another crew. "Before I go in there, tell me what evidence you possibly have about what happened to my dad, and what my mother did to involve herself in his death." I snapped up at her.