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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I shook my head. I didn't want to talk about it. Besides, I was still busy fucking him with my eyes.

"Babe, if you keep giving me those fuck me eyes, I'm not going to be getting my shower," Cole said huskily, his eyes darkening with lust as he ran his eyes over me. How the fuck he found me attractive when I knew I looked like shit, I’d never know.

I bit my bottom lip and forced myself to look away. I'd been raped before, so the aftermath of the rape wasn't disturbing me mentally. I could still have sex without bringing up flashbacks. However, my body wasn't in any condition to be fucked. I was still fucking sore.

Fucking ATL bastards.

I slid out of Cole's bed and stumbled a little. "I still feel a little drunk," I muttered.

Cole caught me before I fell over. "Obviously. Lay back down, babe, and go back to sleep. No one is going to disturb you; I promise."

I let him lead me back to the bed. He covered me up and kissed my forehead. "Use my bed as long as you want to, babe.”

I nodded sleepily. He kissed me, and I fell back asleep.

Cole

I walked into the chapel and took my seat beside my mom. Even though I was pissed at her and didn’t want shit to do with her, I had to attend church this morning. It was too important to miss. We were going to be bringing in drugs, and that was always a dangerous job.

"Who all is going on the run?" I asked, speaking up first.

"Everyone at this table," Dad said. "It's a large shipment. We're going to need all of the back-up that we can get."

I stood up. "Let's go, then. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we'll be out of the risk."

We all walked out. I pulled Peanut aside. He looked at me nervously. "Did I do something wrong, Cole?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No. I just need you to make sure Amelia doesn't go anywhere by herself. If she goes to bite your head off, tell her you're just following my orders. I'll deal with her when I get back."

He nodded. I walked over to my bike and straddled it. I prayed to whoever would listen that everything went swiftly and without problems.

And I prayed that Amelia kept her ass out of trouble while I was gone. Amelia and trouble never mixed well. I was pretty sure I gave that prospect a job that even I would have trouble doing. Amelia wasn't an easy person to deal with.

5

Amelia

I strapped my helmet on and straddled my bike. Three days ago, everyone—including Cole—had ridden out on a run, and they hadn’t yet returned. And after the text I’d received from my dad, I figured they most likely wouldn’t be back until the end of the week.

And then last night, I had gotten a call on my phone from the fucking ATL president warning me to tell the club his message, or he would make me. They wanted a war with the Black Skulls and the Bloody Royals so badly, and I wouldn’t give them what they wanted.

So no, no matter how much I hated him and his fucking brothers, and how much I hated him for beating me and raping me, I would keep everything that he did to myself. The man was a sick bastard, and I wouldn’t let him destroy the clubs like he was slowly destroying me.

I knew he would follow up on his threat to ‘make me’, so I was getting the hell out of town for a while. I would probably just stay with a charter a few states over. It was all that I knew to do to keep the clubs safe. I just had to lay low until the ATL figured out that I wasn’t going to cooperate, no matter what.

Peanut was out running some errands for Katie, so I wasn’t under his watchful eye at the moment. Fucking Cole had taken it upon himself to fucking assign Peanut to me as if I needed a bodyguard. I didn’t fucking need anybody.

I started my bike up and was about to drive off when three bikes came through the gates. I stiffened immediately, my mind alert, praying that it wasn’t the ATL coming to ‘make me’ tell the clubs their message.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered once I realized who it was.

Cole brought his bike to a stop in front of me, preventing me from driving off. He turned his bike off, and I proceeded to do the same, knowing I wasn’t going to get out of this confrontation.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked me, his eyes glaring into my own.

“Riding off into the sunset,” I snarked, taking my helmet back off.


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