Black Skulls (Bloody Black Skulls MC #2) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bloody Black Skulls MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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"Amelia is about to start handling the books," Dad informed me. "In just a few minutes, she figured out how to make all of our illegal money seem legal. It makes it easier for us to spend it without having the cops crawl up our asses."

I smirked at Amelia. "You'll be VP material before we know it."

She returned my smirk and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "I already am, babe."

She walked off, and I couldn't stop my eyes from following her. Fuck, she was gifted with a great ass. It was perfectly round and great for squeezing. And damn, those hips swayed with no effort at all. It was no wonder why guys flocked to her live bees to a hive. Amelia was fucking gorgeous.

"If you stare any harder, you'll burn holes into my daughter's ass," Luke spoke up.

I slowly turned my head to look at him, taking a sip from my beer. "It's not my fault your daughter has got an ass worthy of my attention."

"Colton," my dad warned.

I ignored him and smirked at Luke. "Keep fucking around with Amelia and watch where you end up," Luke said quietly, a warning soft in his voice.

"Looks like I'll be seeing where I'm going to end up because there's no way in hell I'm going to stop fucking with Amelia," I said, my tone matching his. One thing you didn't do was threaten me. You also didn't give me 'warnings' about messing around with Amelia.

She was mine, even if I hadn’t staked a claim yet.

I walked over to the bar and took a seat next to Amelia, who was nursing a beer. "Want to tell me whose crime I got locked up for?" I asked her.

She glanced over at me and then looked back at the prospect who was serving drinks. "I need something stronger than this,” she muttered. “Give me two fingers of Vodka."

"You sure?" he asked her.

"Peanut, give me the fucking shots," she snapped at him.

He nodded and rushed to get her shots. "Are you going to answer my question?" I asked her.

She looked at me. "No. Don't fucking ask me again."

I gripped her chin and forced her to meet my eyes. She had never been able to deny what I wanted to know when I forced her to meet my eyes. I wanted answers. I wasn't going to stop until I got them.

I wasn’t prepared for her eyes to seems so soulless, which really shocked me. They were always filled with so much life. It was more than a simple rape that did this to her. I knew Amelia well enough to know that.

"Amelia, baby, tell me who raped you," I pleaded. “Tell me who the fuck did this so I can take care of it.”

Looking me dead in my eyes, she said, "No."

What?

She yanked her chin from my hand and downed both shots of Vodka that Peanut set down in front of her. Fuck, something much worse than I could have imagined had happened to her. I wasn't going to stop until I got to the bottom of it. But until she would tell me, I was just going to do my hardest to protect her. Her safety meant everything to me.

Amelia was everything to me.

Amelia

Someone was jostling the bed. I jerked into an upright position, panicking, and immediately groaned at the pain that shot though my head. Fuck, I had a hangover from hell.

"Here," Cole's gruff voice said.

I looked over and found him handing me two pills. I swallowed them, and he set the glass of water on the nightstand. I looked around and sighed. This wasn't my room. Why in the hell was I in Cole's room? I was dressed, so I know we didn't fuck last night.

"What am I doing in here?" I asked him.

He slid his boxers off, and I swallowed hard at the sight of him naked. Fuck, he was every woman's dream come true. He had muscles that you wanted to sink your teeth into. His abs and chest were perfect for being scratched, and his dick was the perfect size, even soft. Cole was a grower, but looking at his cock, you’d never know it.

He was very well-endowed.

He walked over to his en-suite bathroom. "You passed out drunk dancing on some prospect from the other club that rode in last night. I saved you from getting your ass raped again.” I winced slightly at that word, but Cole wasn’t one for beating around the bush. The other fucker must have been pretty goddamn handsy. “The door to your room was locked, and I couldn't find your room key anywhere, so I brought you in here." He eyed my shoulder. My shirt had slid down a little, showing my knife wound. "Want to tell me what happened in jail?" he asked.


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