Black Skulls: An MC Romance (Bloody Black Skulls MC Book 2) by T.O. Smith

Author:T.O. Smith [Smith, T.O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2022-11-15T18:30:00+00:00

The bar I had stopped in was a pretty shitty place, but I didn’t plan on going any farther than this when my dad’s viewing would be in a few days. There wasn’t any point in going somewhere far.

I sipped at my beer. A tall, nasty looking guy sat down next to me. He had a long beard and long hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. He looked oddly familiar.

He looked over at me, and he clenched his jaw. “I fucking know you. You’re that bitch that slammed my head onto the fucking bar,” he growled.

“Small world,” I retorted, not giving a damn. He could put his hands on me if he wanted, but if he did, I would gladly cut off every single one of his fingers in front of everyone here.

“Where’s your boyfriend you were with, girly?” he asked me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Cole isn’t my boyfriend.” To answer his question, I said, “As far as I know, Cole is still at the clubhouse. What’s it to you?” I snapped.

“You’re with the DM?” he asked.

I snorted. Was this mother fucker really that stupid? “Can you not read?” I asked. “My cut clearly says Black Skulls.”

His mouth dropped open, shock lighting up his features. “You’re Amelia fucking Johnson, aren’t you? Heard you stabbed Travis Louis. I bet he fucking hates you right now.”

I set my beer down slowly. I eyed him out of the corner of my eye carefully. And when he moved, the light glinted off a gun on his hip. I quickly stood up, pulling my gun out and pointing it against his head. “Let’s go outside, shall we?” I asked him.

Somehow, he knew too much, and I was going to shut him the fuck up.

He walked outside carefully with my gun pressed against the back of his head. Nobody said anything. And I knew they wouldn’t. The Black Skulls and Bloody Royals ran this fucking town. Most people turned a blind eye to the shit we did—unless they were the cops.

We walked outside. “Alright, Amelia, where are you taking me?” the man asked.

“Take me to your vehicle.”

He sighed and walked over to a big black SUV. I slammed him against the SUV and unarmed him completely. “Get in,” I ordered.

He got in slowly. I looked at his dashboard and cursed.

Fuck, I knew he was too fucking calm for this fucking situation.

I yanked his badge off of the dashboard and glared at him. “What do you bastards want with us now?” I spat at him, anger roaring through my veins. The FBI were the last fucking thing these clubs needed.

He shot out of the SUV and slammed me against the vehicle, yanking my hands behind my back. “Amelia Johnson, you are under arrest.”

I cursed.

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