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I leaned forward, lacing my fingers together on the table. “What’s the word on the DM?” I asked.
Cole ran a hand down his face. “Nothing yet. They’ve all gone into hiding. We can’t find them any-fucking-where,” he muttered. “They’re not even on their territory.”
I sighed and leaned back. “So, I’m guessing our men are just sitting up in London’s Tears’ territory, just sitting on their asses?” I asked.
Cole nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to bring them back yet incase London’s Tears randomly get attacked.”
I looked over at Travis. “You have contacts. Get on finding one of them. If we can get at least one member, then we can get some information out of him.”
“I’ve tried—” Travis started, but I interrupted him. I was done playing games with this whole fucking situation. They had almost made me miscarry and had almost killed both me and Carlos; I wanted those fuckers to pay.
“Try harder,” I snapped. “I was fucking kidnapped, and I could have drowned had it not been for Carlos. So, fucking try harder.”
He glared at me. “I don’t take fucking orders from you,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“I’m your fucking VP,” I snapped at him. “You’re no longer in a position to tell me what you are and aren’t going to do, so fucking do as I say and start getting in touch with people and finding out where these bastards are hiding, or get the fuck away from this table.”
He clenched his jaw but didn’t say anything else. I looked at Cole. “Is there anything I don’t know about that I should?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “No. Anything else you want to bring to the table?” he asked me.
I shook my head. He ended the meeting, and everyone left the room. Cole ran his fingers through his hair once we were alone, sighing tiredly. “Amelia, what in the hell have we gotten ourselves into?” he asked me.
I looked over at him. “You and I both know that this shit didn’t start with us. It started with our parents,” I reminded him. “They made the decisions to go to war with other clubs and to get us involved in guns and drugs. We just have to follow what they started and finish everything.”
“We need to get out of this shit.”
I shook my head sadly. We couldn’t get out of it right now. If we thought we had issues now, getting out of this mess would only cause more shit. We already had too much to deal with as it was.
“Cole, getting out of it will just put cross hairs on the entire club and everyone surrounding it. Our enemies and the people we deal with will come after us and our families. It’s best if we just continue what we’re doing and deal with the problems we already have instead of just creating more.”
He looked over at me and then down at my protruding belly. “You really want this kind of life for our kid?” he asked me tiredly.
I grabbed his hand in mine, gently squeezing it. “Cole, we’re fine, so our child will be fine. We can protect our kid,” I assured him.
Cole snorted. “Amelia, I can barely protect you, and look at what happened to my little sister.”
I flinched. He tightened his hand around mine. Heather was a subject I still didn’t like to touch.
And he didn’t need to beat himself up over me. It was mostly my fault that I was always getting hurt in the first place.
“Maybe because I’ve always done stupid shit that got me into the wrong situations,” I told him with an arched eyebrow. I blew out a soft breath. “And your sister . . . Cole, that falls on Travis and Katie. We aren’t them.”
“You were taken from a hospital,” Cole ground out through clenched teeth, running his fingers through his hair.
“I wouldn’t have been in the hospital in the first place if I wasn’t trying to follow you up to London’s Tears’ territory,” I reminded him. No matter what, the problems I faced normally tied back to something stupid I had done.
Cole sighed and stood up, obviously done talking about our situation. He came over to me and gave me a light kiss. “If we can’t get out of this mess, maybe our kid can get us out of the situation when they take the president patch.”
He pushed me to our room and laid me on the bed. He crawled in bed beside me and pulled me against him, resting his hands on my belly. “It’s so hard to believe that you’re twenty-three weeks,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder.
I nodded, silently agreeing with him. I rested my head back against his chest. He rolled me onto my back and undressed me slowly, his lips gliding across my skin like a caress. I moaned softly. “C-Cole, is this good for the baby?” I managed to get out between my moans as he bit and sucked at my most sensitive spots.
“Of course, it is. I asked Dr. Kline.”
He pulled his clothes off, and I bent my knees so he could get between my legs easily. He pushed into me slowly, and I arched my back, moaning. I wrapped my arms around him as he moved in and out of me slowly. “Fuck, baby, I missed feeling you wrapped around me like this,” he whispered, running his hand down my side until he gripped my hip.
“Oh, God, Cole,” I moaned as he hit me at the perfect angle.
