Black Skulls: Bloody Royals Book II

by Smith, T. O.

  "I couldn't exactly let Holly or her daughter get hurt, now could I?" I spat at him. "You weren't smart enough to think that those bikers would do something. I wasn't taking a fucking chance. I'd rather die than some innocent woman and her child."

  "Well, how about this?!" He hollered at me. "You're my woman carrying my fucking child!"

  I sat up, glaring at him. "Go fuck yourself, Cole. This kid may be half yours, but it's still mine, too." I slid off of the bed, wincing as I put some pressure on my leg. "Also, I'll never fucking be yours until you start changing your fucking ways, do you fucking understand?"

  He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. Pure rage masked his face, but I didn't give a fuck. Cole didn't scare me, nor did he intimidate me.

  "Amelia, I'm not playing any fucking games. You want to get hurt? Fine. I know how you are. You don’t give a shit about yourself. All I've ever done is try to fucking protect you. You're carrying a baby that is mine, though, and I won't allow anything to happen to it. If that means I have to drag you home right now and chain you to my bed until you're about to deliver this baby, by all fucking means, I will." He snarled down at me, fed up with arguing with me.

  I snatched my arm out of his grip and took a step forward, wincing as I did so. "Why don't you ask someone for help?" Cole ground out through clenched teeth.

  "Because I need to use my fucking leg, Cole." I snapped at him.

  I managed to make it to the waiting room where Holly and Lilly were waiting on us. She had spent the time I was getting the bullet out and stitched up to go check on her mom. She eyed Cole and I warily. "Is everything okay between you two?" She asked a bit timidly.

  "Just fucking dandy." I ground out.

  When we got to the club house, Cole immediately called a meeting. "What's the meeting for?" Holly asked me.

  "It's club business. I really can't tell you anything until we know that you can be trusted." I told her. Hell, we hardly told prospects anything. Besides, one of our members had almost raped her – I didn’t need to make a mistake by letting her know something and she ended up using it against us.

  She gaped at me as if I had slapped her across the face. "I can be trusted, Amelia."

  I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Holly, I know what it's like to be a rape victim. You will get tired of being a victim and feeling weak. When you do, you will do whatever it takes to take that person down." I told her in a low voice so Lilly wouldn't hear. Holly physically winced at my words. "So, no, right now, I don't think that you can be trusted."

  "Amelia, get your ass in here!" Cole roared.

  I swung around to face him, fury flaring up in my eyes. "Fucking holler at me like a fucking dog one more time and I'll knock all of your fucking teeth down your throat." I snarled.

  "Someone needs to be fucked." Katie said, walking towards the meeting room.

  "Shut up!" Cole and I hollered at her at the same time.

  Gun shots started filled the air around us, silencing all of our words. I knocked Holly and Lilly to the ground, covering their bodies with mine as much as I could. The club house doors were kicked open and London's Tears stormed in, guns pointed at all of us. I cursed. I didn’t know what the fuck had happened to put us on their radar, especially considering my dad had turned to them for help while I was in jail.

  Cole yanked me off of the ground and shoved me behind him, pressing me against his back. "What the fuck are you bastards doing in town?" Cole asked them, his voice deadly quiet.

  "You've got some precious cargo of ours. Recently obtained, I heard." One of the men spoke up.

  "Listen, we don't know what the fuck you're talking about." I told him, coming around to stand by Cole's side.

  He smirked when he saw me and I recognized him when I got a good look at him. "Drake?" I asked incredulously. 'Why the fuck would you accuse us of having something? You know I would never let anyone here take anything away from you."

  "You know him?" Cole asked me, his muscles tense.

  "Yes, I know him!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air in exasperation. "My dad made an alliance with him while I was in jail to try to get me help."

  "About jail." Drake spoke up. "I assume you got out early as planned?"

  "Yes." I told him. "Drake, what do you think we have?" I asked him. Fuck, the last person I needed this club crossing was Drake. He was a really good friend to my dad; we didn’t need him as an enemy.

  "There's a woman that owes me something. She's blonde and has blue eyes. You might have seen her at a strip club or around town with a little girl."

  My heart thudded hard in my chest. "Holly?" I asked him.

  He nodded. "I don't need the little girl. I just need her. She needs to pay me back and the fucking bitch hasn't done it yet." He snapped harshly. Man, he really fucking hated Holly. Drake wasn’t the kind of man to run you down all over the country if you took something petty from him; Holly had taken something valuable to Drake, that much was for sure.

  I walked up to Drake despite Cole’s glare in my back. I knew he felt having Drake here was a threat, but I trusted Drake with my life. I knew he would never hurt me.

  "This little girl can't see her mother leave her. We have her here; though, I’m sure you already knew that."

  "Tell the little girl she needs to go play or something. I need the mother." Drake snapped down at me, the muscle in his jaw ticking furiously.

  I grabbed his arm and pulled him outside. Sighing, I turned to face him. "Drake, you know this is against everything I believe in. How the fuck are you even thinking about separating a mother and her child?" I demanded.

  "Amelia, that woman is not as sweet and innocent as she looks.” He retorted. “Lilly is not just her daughter. Lilly is my kid, too.” Bells went off in my head. I knew Holly had taken something valuable from him. His daughter couldn’t be more valuable. “

  I've been tracking Holly down since the day she took off with my six-month-old daughter, and I'll be damned if I allow her to slip through my fingers now. I need you to look out for Lilly while I'm dealing with this problem, but I will be back to get her. However, her mother will permanently be in Lilly's past. I won't allow her to take Lilly from me again." He sneered.

  "Drake, I can't just allow you to do this!" I exclaimed, glaring up at him. It was so fucking wrong on so many fucking levels. I understand that better now than anyone. I couldn’t imagine my child being ripped away from me, or put into any immediate danger. Somehow, I knew how Holly felt; I knew why she left and took Lilly with her.

  "Amelia, I've spent over six goddamn years trying to find Lilly!” Drake roared. “That little girl was one of the best fucking things that happened to me, and because her mother didn't want to fucking be with me anymore, she took the fuck off, taking Lilly with her! Do you know what it's like to never fucking truly know your child?!" He roared down at me.

  "No, I don't!" I yelled back at him. "It sucks what she did to you, but damn it, Drake, Lilly needs her mother more than she needs anyone!"

  Cole stepped out of the club house. "That's fucking enough." He growled, stepping up and placing his hand on my lower back. He looked at Drake. "She's under enough fucking stress as it is. I won't allow you to fucking stress her out to the point that she miscarries, understood?"

  Drake's eyes snapped to mine, shock registering in their depths. "You're fucking-."

  "Pregnant?" I snapped at him, interrupting him. "Yes, I'm fucking pregnant and yes, it's Cole's kid. Back to the fucking conversation at hand-."

  "You're not changing my mind on this, Amelia.” He snapped down at me, interrupting me like I had him. I scowled. “If it were you in my position, you would have already put at least three bullet holes in her chest by now. So, don't try to be a caring person when I know just as well as the next person that caring just isn't your thing." He sneered.

  "Drake, you’re going to kill that little girl's mother." I told him softly, desperately trying to get him to understand where I was coming from.

>   "Amelia's got a point." Cole said, butting into the conversation. "I've heard enough of the conversation to know that Lilly’s your daughter. If you kill Holly, one day, Lilly will find out and she will hate you. Do you really want that? Have you even tried talking to Holly about why she took off?" Cole asked, trying to get Drake to see where I was coming from.

  "Yes, I have-." Drake began, but I cut him off. I knew how Drake was, and he could intimidate the scariest of fucking people. Hell, he had intimidated me the first time I had met him when I was in jail.

  "Without pointing a gun at her head?" I asked him. He just looked at me with a deadpan look on his face. Yeah, I figured he had. "That may work on judges and cops, Drake, but it's not going to work on a mother whose goal is to protect her child."

  "Would you take your kid and run off from Cole?" Drake asked me.

  "I don't even have to think about it." I told him. "My situation is different than Holly’s. I was born into this life. I know how to handle it, and I know I can protect my kids. Holly doesn't look like the kind of girl that was born into this life. She looks fucking terrified just at the word bikers.” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. “Drake, she did what any mother would do that thought their child needed better protection. She ran and she got the fuck away from it all. I can't say I blame her. This life is scary as shit to outsiders. Fuck, sometimes it scares the shit out of me."

  Drake ran a hand through his hair. "Fine. I'll fucking talk to her and I promise I won't fucking kill her or beat the fuck out of her or anything else of the fucking sort. If she runs again though, I can't say that I'll hold back." He warned.

  I nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. It was the most I could ask of him. I turned to the side and Drake grabbed my arm, stopping me from stepping forward. "What the fuck happened?" He asked me, his jaw clenched in anger as he looked down at my thigh.

  "Someone in your crew happened." I told him. "I was able to get Holly and Lilly out of the way just in time, but my thigh wasn't so lucky."

  "Amelia-." He started, an apologetic look on his face, but I just shook my head at him.

  "Shit happens.” I told him. I jerked my head in Cole’s direction. “Cole's probably the one you should apologize to, though. I think he almost had a heart attack."

  I limped inside and left Cole and Drake standing where they were. Holly was curled into a corner, sobbing her heart out. "Holly, Drake gave me his word that he won't hurt you or Lilly. You need to go with him and talk to him. He deserves an explanation. You ran off with his daughter." I told her gently.

  "I-I can't." She sobbed.

  I sighed, kneeling in front of her despite the pain flaring in my thigh. "Holly, this life is crazy. Trust me, I understand that better than anyone. I've been beaten and raped too many times to count, and I've been shot just as much. I almost died numerous times while I was in jail just for being a member of the Bloody Black Skulls. So much shit has happened to me because of this life that it's fucking crazy.” She looked up at me through teary eyes. I sighed. “I don't have kids yet, so you can't take my word for it. However, you can take Katie's. She'll be the first one to tell you that she protected her kids while they grew up. Nothing ever happened to them. Anything that happened to her three children happened because they were older and making their own decisions, and they decided not to listen to her or Travis. You can protect Lilly, but you need to give Drake a chance to prove to you that he can protect you both as well." I told her.

  She nodded, sniffling and I helped her up. She grabbed Lilly's hand and walked outside with me. Cole and Drake were leaning against Cole's truck talking when I came outside. Drake looked up and when his eyes landed on Holly, I could practically feel her urge to run away from the entire situation and not look back. I turned to look at her, a warning in my eyes. If she ran, Drake wouldn’t be this forgiving again. "Holly, I'm being serious. If this were any other biker that you had run from, they would have already shot you. Drake is giving you a chance. You should do the same for him."

  She took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded. I walked over to Cole, leaving her standing frozen in her spot as Drake walked towards her and Lilly. Cole pulled me against him and kissed me deeply. Shivers ran down my spine and headed straight for my core. "I can't wait to get you alone and fuck you senseless." He groaned into my ear softly.

  I moaned quietly, smirking up at him. "That came out of nowhere." I murmured softly.

  "I've been wanting to fuck you since you started hollering at me earlier. It's the most infuriating, yet sexiest thing when you yell at me and defy me.”

  "Hey, sweetheart, my name is Drake." I turned around at the sound of Drake introducing himself to Lilly. "I'm your dad."

  Her eyes widened. Drake's face was the gentlest I had ever seen him, and I swear, I had never seen something so tender and loving in my life. It was obvious that Drake loved his little girl. It really made me wonder what it would be like to see Cole hold our child for the first time. A small smile crept onto my face as I thought about it.

  ~*~*~

  Cole's POV

  I held Amelia to me as she slept. Drake and his crew had stayed for the night, so of course there was a huge party at the club house. At midnight, Amelia had started throwing up, so I had brought her to bed to sleep.

  A knock sounded on the door. I sighed in aggravation and slid out of bed, yanking on a pair of sweats. I opened the door enough to slip through and then quickly shut it quietly behind me. "What?" I snapped at Drake a little harshly, aggravated that he had taken me away from my woman and my much-needed sleep.

  "I wanted to talk to Amelia about Luke. It might put her to rest about her dad. I know it's not easy on her knowing that her mother betrayed her like that." He said quietly, his eyes flickering to the closed bedroom door.

  I ran a hand through my hair tiredly. I had been getting up off and on, grabbing Amelia water and holding her hair back as she threw up. She was finally sleeping peacefully. I didn’t want to wake her up right then.

  "She's sleeping right now.” I told him. “I'm not going to wake her up just to make her upset and possibly sick again. Stay for a while tomorrow and then you can talk to her. Right now, though, she needs all of the rest she can get."

  He nodded in understanding. "They say crackers and water works miracles. I remember Holly taking a sip of Coca-Cola whenever she felt nauseated and it got rid of the feeling of having to throw up. She should try that." He paused for a moment, pondering something. "How far along is she?"

  "She's about to be fourteen weeks." I told him. I saw the question in his eyes. I’m guessing Luke had told him about the shit she had endured. "Yes, it's my baby.” I assured him. “We had a DNA test done when we found out that she was far enough along to have one. I would never put her through the possibility of carrying a rapist's child."

  He nodded. "Has she talked to you about what happened in jail?" He asked me. I had a feeling he already knew.

  I nodded. "Not willingly, but yes. In fact, one of the girl's who helped the bitch that did those things to Amelia is here now. Amelia's not letting her leave. She's dead set on making her life a living hell."

  "Tammi?" He asked me.

  I nodded. "How'd you know?" I asked.

  He chuckled. "I had some people on the inside who tried helping Amelia as much as they could, but that bitch got her separated from every friend Amelia could possibly make. I remember Roger describing one of the girls as blue-eyed with blonde hair and went by the name Tammi."

  The door to the room opened and Amelia blinked at me sleepily. She rubbed one of her eyes and yawned. I felt a small smile twist my lips. She was so fucking adorable, and all mine.

  "Cole, why are you out here?" She mumbled tiredly.

  "I'm talking to Drake. Go back to bed. You need to sleep." I told her softly, hating how tired and exhausted she looked.

  She leaned against me sleepily and I sighed. "I'll talk to you tomorrow some more, alright?" I told Drake. "Apparently, she wants me to
come back to bed. She just won't use her words."

  He chuckled. "That's Amelia for you," he said as he walked away.

  I lifted Amelia into my arms bridal style and carried her back to bed. I laid her down and took my sweats back off and slid in beside her. She quickly straddled my hips and I immediately hardened at the feeling of her core against my dick. "What are you doing?" I asked huskily, running my eyes over her t-shirt clad body.

  "I really want to fuck you right now." She said softly.

  Hell, I sure as hell wasn’t going to protest.

  I slid her t-shirt over her head, loving the fact that she didn't sleep in a bra. I sat up and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. She winced and I immediately jerked back a little to look at her face, alarm at her pain like a slap in the face. "What's wrong?" I demanded.

  She pouted softly, which I found completely adorable. Wait, what the fuck? Since when did I, Colton Louis, find anything fucking adorable? Fuck, Amelia was making me soft. This was twice in a night I found something she did adorable.

  "They're tender today." She murmured.

  I kissed her softly, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her breath hitched in her throat. "Well, I'll be gentle." I murmured.

  I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body flush against mine as I kissed her deeply. She moaned, sliding her fingers into my hair. I pressed open mouthed kisses over her jaw line. As I reached her neck, I gently bit the spots I knew were the most sensitive to her. Her breathy moans filled the room, making me even harder if that were even possible.

  When I reached her breasts, I gently sucked on them. She moaned loudly, tugging on my hair, making me groan in pleasure. After a few moments, she pushed me back down on the bed and got up, pulling her shorts and panties down. I groaned at the sight of her naked. It was a sight that would never get old for me. As my eyes ran over her naked body, I felt a smile tug at my lips when my eyes landed on the barely-there baby-bump. Fuck, if it were possible, that bump made her even more fucking gorgeous.