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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He nodded quickly and scampered off to get her some water, obviously sensing her foul mood. Despite her bad mood, Amelia still looked so fucking sinful. She was wearing her normal attire of jeans, boots, leather jacket, and her cut, and she still had that air of badassness surrounding her. I gazed down at her stomach. She wasn’t really showing yet, but I knew I would love it when she would.

“Who the fuck are you?” Tammi spat at Amelia.

Amelia looked over at her, annoyance flashing in her eyes. “Take it from me, sweetheart. Don’t roll up in here thinking you know how shit works. You’re nothing to me; I’ll take pleasure in strangling you and burying you somewhere deep in the woods, okay?”

“I know how shit works, you club whore,” Tammi snapped. I clenched my jaw. I fucking hated when people thought Amelia was some random club whore. “Cole and I have been together a long time.”

I snorted, dragging out a chair and sitting down. I wasn’t going to get caught in the middle of this shit. Tammi was digging her own hole, and I wasn’t helping her out of this one.

“Did you just call me a club whore, but yet claimed to know how shit works around here?” Amelia rolled her eyes, scoffing. “If you knew how shit works, you wouldn’t have called me a club whore when I’m wearing a cut. One, club whores—as you put it—don’t wear cuts. Two, you’re looking at the mother fucking VP, sweetheart.”

Tammi sauntered up to Amelia in her high heels. Amelia stood her ground, not even blinking at Tammy. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with—” Tammi started, but Amelia cut her off.

She cocked her head to the side, a puzzled expression crossing her face. “I know you from somewhere. Where the fuck have I seen you before?”

“On the back of Cole’s bike?” Tammi taunted.

Suddenly, Amelia had her hands wrapped around Tammi’s throat. I jumped up out of my chair at the same time Amelia slammed her against the counter, practically breaking Tammi’s back with the force. “You bitch!” Amelia screamed, tightening her grip. “I should fucking kill you for what you fucking did to me. You helped that fucking bitch in jail, fucking held me down while she beat the fuck out of me,” she sneered.

Amelia released her, clenching her fists at her sides. I took my place behind Amelia, placing my hand on her lower back. Amelia was breathing hard, clenching and unclenching her fists by her side. I could practically feel her need for blood to be shed.

Tammi stared at me and Amelia with wide eyes as she rubbed her neck. Suddenly, Amelia smirked, and it was the most insincere, twisted look I had ever seen on her face. “Oh, sweetheart, it’ll be so much fun with you here. Since I can’t ride anymore or blow up anything, I get the pleasure of staying here and making your life a living hell for everything you helped that stupid bitch with.” Amelia paused, cocking her head to the side. “Tell me, what did you owe her?”

Tammi glared at her, despite her face paling at the thought of what Amelia had just said to her. “She’ll kill me if I say anything.”

“I’ll kill you myself for helping the woman who hurt Amelia,” I ground out through clenched teeth. Fuck promises. Nothing, not a fucking thing, came before my woman. “You better start talking, or I’ll make your death very fucking slow,” I warned her.

Amelia turned to me. “Cole, I can handle myself.”

I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tight against me. She was my weakness. Everyone knew that. I wasn’t ashamed of her being my weakness. And because Amelia was my weakness, I would kill anyone that fucked with her.

“Baby, I know you can, but you’re mine,” I reminded her. “Anything that happens to you, I will get revenge for it. I don’t give a damn what kind of promises I may have made to that person. You come first; you will always come first.”

Amelia sighed and turned back around to face Tammi with my arm still wrapped around her. I splayed my hand over her belly, noticing how Amelia instantly relaxed back into me. “Speak, blondie,” Amelia snapped.

“My name is Tammi,” she ground out, aggravated.

Amelia sighed in frustration. “Does it look like I care what your fucking name is? I’ll call you what I please. Now speak, bitch.”

I forced myself not to smile at the irony of Amelia calling Tammi a bitch and telling her to speak. Sometimes, Amelia never failed to amuse me.

“I’m not telling you anything,” Tammi snapped at Amelia.

Amelia pulled her gun out and stepped away from me, shoving it against Tammi’s forehead. Tammi visibly paled, and I thought she was going to vomit. “Now, whore, tell me what she did for you,” Amelia snapped, her tone cold and void of any emotion.


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