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I sighed. "Cole, I don't stay with the guy afterward. It's a rule I've set for myself. You're either sleeping alone, or you're going to get one of the club women to sleep with you. I'm not going to do it."
I got out of his bed and pulled my clothes on. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and walked out of the room. When I got to the bar, my dad was sitting beside my usual seat, nursing a beer. Dad never drank his beer alone, and he never sat beside my seat. I knew what he said to me wouldn't be anything good.
Heaving a sigh, I took a seat beside him, and the woman serving drinks gave me my usual. When she walked away to serve one of the other guys, my dad turned his head to look at me. He looked back down at his beer and took a sip before speaking. "You smell like Cole."
Dad had never had a problem with me sleeping around. It was the reason he had my mother take me to get birth control when I was fifteen. But the only person he's ever had a problem with me sleeping with was Cole. When he found out Cole took my virginity at sixteen, he was royally pissed. Travis had to actually take my dad out of town by himself to get him to calm down.
It's not that my dad had something against Cole, because he didn't. He loved Cole like his own son. But he knew how Cole was with women, and he refused to have me be just another notch in Cole’s bedpost. Dad knew how susceptible I was to Colton.
I didn't reply to him. What could I possibly say to his remark?
"You know I don't want you sleeping with him, Amelia. I refuse to let him treat you like the rest of the women he's fucked, do you understand me? Don't let me catch you with him again."
He got up and walked off. Travis caught my eye from across the room, and then I saw him blow out a harsh breath. He went to the rooms in the back, obviously to talk to Cole. Fuck, we had just started sleeping together again, and now our parents were ripping us apart.
Fuck, I needed to drink and get royally shit faced.
I downed my drink, and it quickly got refilled. Before I could drink it, Cole stormed out of the back room. "Cole, don't you dare do anything rash!" Travis hollered, following behind him.
"If that mother fucker has a problem with what the fuck I do, he can fucking say it to my face!" Cole roared.
Mom came over to me, Katie beside her. She looked at me. "Why do you always have to stir shit up, Amelia?"
My temper was already flaring. I had my dad trying to ruin what I was desperately trying to build with Cole. I had alcohol in my system. Now, my mother was accusing me of always fucking shit up? Fuck this shit.
"Oh, fuck off!" I hollered in her face. Everyone in the bar room went silent, including Colton and his dad. I’d had enough.
"Don't fucking talk to me like that!" My mom yelled at me.
I jumped to my feet. "I will fucking talk to you however I fucking see fit!" I yelled. "You're the fucking bitch that decided to walk your ass over here and accuse me of fucking shit up! Back the fuck down!"
Dad gripped my arm and pulled me back from my mom. I winced in pain; he’d grabbed the arm connected to my injured shoulder. I yanked myself out of his grip and glared at him. "Keep your fucking hands off of me!"
"You will not talk to your mother that way!" he shouted in my face. "You better be the one backing down, Amelia!"
"Fuck you and her!" I screamed, jabbing a finger in Mom's direction.
I had to get the fuck out of there. I was so pissed; I knew that I was going to black out from my anger at any minute. I stormed past them and outside to my bike. My fucking leg was killing me from the speed that I was walking at, but I didn't give a damn at the moment. I needed to get out of that goddamn club house.
I was almost to my bike when I was spun around, and a hand clamped over my mouth. "Long time, no see, Amelia."
My blood froze in my veins at the sound of that voice. Fuck a fight or flight instinct. "It was so nice of you to blow up my warehouse, Amelia. How’s that injury treating you? Do I need to do what I did to you before to get my message across to the clubs?"
Fear wracked through my body, making me tremble. This was the only man that was capable of making me feel any kind of fear. One encounter with him, and I was scared shitless. Fuck, I thought I had covered my tracks. I didn’t think that he would figure out it was me.
"I’m guessing since they haven’t bothered to start a war, you didn't give them my message from the first time,hm?" he asked me.
I shook my head, knowing I should answer him but without words. He hated it when women spoke; apparently, our voices pissed him off. I didn't want to face that anger again. I was praying to God that I wouldn't have to.
"Let's go have a little chat, Amelia."
I fought against him as he dragged me off of the club grounds, but he was way too strong. When he got me into the back of the van, he gagged me and tied my wrists behind my back. Tears filled my eyes.
Oh, God, please, not again.
I couldn't do this again.
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