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“Everyone in here heard what she said to you, Cole. She’ll forgive you,” my dad said, clapping a hand on my shoulder in what I guessed was supposed to be some kind of support.
I took a long drink from my beer and slammed it down. I stood up and glared at him. I was done with all of this bullshit. The only goddamn person I wanted to talk to me was currently pissed the fuck off at me because I broke my fucking promises to her.
“You both need to learn to stay the fuck out of my personal shit, do you understand? I’m so fucking tired of you and Luke butting in where you’re not fucking welcomed.”
“I’m looking out for you, Cole. You’re my fucking son!” Dad hollered at me.
“I don’t need you to fucking look out for me!” I roared, finally losing my temper. “First, you two don’t want me having shit to do with Amelia, and now,nowyou fucking want to give me relationship advice?!” I glared at Luke. “How about this for the both of you?! All Amelia and I do isfuck!”
Luke punched me in the face, busting my lip. I worked my jaw around, and then, I let my fists start swinging. Luke and I fell to the floor, and I continued slamming my fists into his face, not giving a fuck. I was livid, and I was fucking tired of everybody butting into my fucking life.
My dad finally yanked me off of him, and I glared at him. “It’s in your best interest to fucking let go of me,” I warned him.
“Get your head on straight, Cole!” Dad roared at me.
Amelia came into the bar room and helped her dad up off of the floor. “You!” my dad roared at her. Instead of flinching back, Amelia stood her ground, glaring at him. I swear, I was almost to the point of black out when he yelled atmy fucking girl. “I fucking told you that you were messing him up!”
I wrapped my hand around his throat and slammed him down onto the bar. “You don’t fucking talk to her like that!” I hollered in his face.
Two club members pulled me back from him and shoved me down onto a chair a few feet away. “You need to fucking calm down,” Ryan told me.
I glared at him. “Fucking shut your mouth before I do you what I did to Luke,” I snapped at him.
“I told you to leave him the fuck alone, Amelia, but instead you got him wrapped around your fucking finger! Now, Cole’s all fucking twisted up, and it’s all your goddamn fault!”
Amelia walked up to him, glaring daggers. “Well, guess what, Travis? I never really gave a fuck about anything you had to say anyway. You don’t fucking scare me and neither do the rest of these fucking pussies around here. I’ve been through hell and back, and I’ve made it out alive. Don’t youdaretry to fucking scare me.”
“Your lack of fear is the exact reason you were clinging to Cole then, huh?” he snapped at her.
She slapped him, sending his face swinging to the side. I saw a flip in Amelia’s eyes that made her look like a cold-blooded killer. This last time with the ATL had changed her, and it definitely wasn’t for the better.
“You want to accuse me of being weak, but where’s your fucking wife at? Sitting at home, moping and crying that her life is so horrible because she got knocked out a few times? Burn in hell, Travis. You’re crossing the wrong fucking person,” she growled.
He gripped her arm, and within a split second, the arm that his hand was attached to had a knife stabbed into it. He roared in pain, releasing her. My mouth dropped open in shock. The room went deadly silent. Amelia glared at my dad. “Touch me again, and the next place that knife will go is in your fucking heart.”
She stormed out of the clubhouse, slamming the doors shut behind her.
11
Cole
Istormed out of the clubhouse onto the lot, following Amelia outside. When my eyes landed on her, I sighed. She was trying to pull a piece of glass out of her foot. I shook my head. She stabbed a ruthless man in the arm, and then, her next worry is that she’s got a piece of glass in her foot? For fuck’s sake, this woman was hopeless sometimes.
Heaving a sigh, I quickly ate up the distance between us. “Here—use me to keep balance. I’ll pull the glass out of your foot.”
“Go fuck off somewhere, Cole,” she spat up at me. “I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone.”
I glared down at her. I knew she was pissed. Hell, she had a few reasons to be. My dad was yelling at her for no fucking reason, and I beat the hell out of Luke. She was kidnapped again when I promised her that I would never let it happen again. If those weren’t reasons to be pissed off, then I didn’t know what was.
But that didn’t mean that I was in the mood for her smart ass remarks, either.
“Shut the fuck up for once,” I snapped down at her. “I’m trying to fucking help you. You can’t get the damn piece of glass out without my fucking help.”
The glare she threw my way could have frozen Hell. “Fine. Get it out, and then fuck off like I said.”
I ignored her but got the piece of glass out of her foot. “What the fuck are you thinking coming out here barefoot anyway?” I snapped down at her. “This place hasn’t been completely cleaned up yet since the ATL destroyed it.”
“Don’t mention that fucking crew to me,” she snarled, her eyes lighting up with rage.
