Alyssa "Take a deep breath for me, okay? You might feel a little bit of discomfort," the ultrasound technician says gently, nudging the lubed-up wand closer to my entrance. I huff a nervous laugh, trying to ignore the cold gel and the invasive angle. "The only thing uncomfortable is the fact that my legs are spread open like this while you stick that thing inside me to take pictures of my insides." The technician chuckles softly, her shoulders shaking softly as she adjusts the wand. Niko snorts. "I did volunteer to do it for you, sweet girl." I glare at him playfully, my cheeks heating. "Shut up, Niko." My three men sit in the chairs beside me, practically vibrating with excitement. Zuri sits happily in Niko's lap, jingling her toy keys and babbling to herself. When I told King and Mason I had Niko set up the appointment, they were buzzing about it all morning. And when it was time to go, they practically hauled me and Zuri into the car like we couldn't get there fa
King Holy fuck. We're having twins. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared out of my mind about having two more kids. We all are. Who knew raising Zuri would lead me to wanting—and now having—multiple children. At the same damn time. My heart's pounding so hard it feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. The room feels heavier, the reality of two tiny humans growing inside Alyssa settling in. I tighten my grip on her hand as I sit beside her, grounding myself as much as her. I'll protect them with my life. Always. I glance at the photo on the wall, a framed picture of a guy I didn't notice earlier. Early thirties, black hair slicked back like he's trying too hard, and that cocky fucking smile. Underneath, it says Dr. Summers. Oh, fuck no. I glare at Niko, rage bubbling up. "You got a male doctor?" Everyone's eyes shift to the photo, the tension in the room instantly rising. Niko frowns. "I swear, I didn't know until now. He has a girly name, but he's also g
Nikolai After putting Zuri down for the night, we all head downstairs to unwind and spend some quality adult time together. Today has been overwhelming. Alyssa being pregnant with twins is enough to process—but one of them might even biologically be mine. What a mindfuck. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around everything, but I'm excited as hell. I can already see the four of us in the delivery room with our babies and Zuri in our arms. "What are we watching tonight, guys?" I ask, flopping down on the couch and pulling Alyssa into my lap. "Enchanted, again?" Mason mutters, his tone teasing, but his smirk betrays his amusement. Alyssa narrows her eyes at him in mock offense. "Hey! That's my comfort movie. Don't judge me!" He chuckles and leans back on the couch. "Oh, I'm not judging, little warrior. I'm just saying I could probably recite the entire thing, and I've only caught bits and pieces." She grins. "Well, maybe tonight, we can all watch it together." I
Alyssa "Congratulations, Alyssa. I hope you and Isaac are very happy together," Mom says, her voice tender with emotion as she pulls me into a tight embrace. "Thanks, mom." I give her a gentle yet firm squeeze, afraid that if I let go, she'll fall or something. She's too sick to be standing up right now, but she's always been a strong, very stubborn woman. She'd never let anyone here see that she's unwell. After I eventually release her, Gray, my ever-watchful brother, carefully takes her arm, and helps her into a chair. "Grayson, I can seat myself," she protests, a playful defiance in her eyes as she gives him a mock glare. He smiles warmly. "I know you can, Mom," he murmurs, planting a kiss on her forehead before turning to me. "If your husband ever hurts you, I'll shove my foot so far up his ass he can taste it." By the tone in his voice, he absolutely means it. But he has nothing to worry about. I laugh and kiss my brother on the cheek. "No need t
Alyssa Niko isn't as much of an asshole as King, but he still makes it his mission to piss me off. He's a little smaller and less muscular than King, with spiky, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Like usual, he wears a blue bandanna around his head, even dressed in a black suit. Mason, on the other hand, is of medium height with a slender frame. He's a redhead with tapered hair, green eyes, and thick-rimmed glasses. He's probably the chillest out of the bunch, never wanting to get his hands dirty. But just because he's associated with them, I hate him too. I roll my eyes. "Fantastic, just what I needed. The full set of my brother's annoying-ass friends." Niko chuckles, his voice laced in amusement. "So mean for no reason, Alyssa. We're just looking out for you, sis." "If you were looking out for me, you wouldn't be tormenting me all the damn time," I retort, crossing my arms as I glare at them. King takes another drag of his cigarette, his intense gaze neve
*Three years later* Alyssa "Open this fucking door, Alyssa!" Isaac barks, banging on the bedroom door with a force that rattles the hinges. With my heart pounding, I scoop up Zuri from her crib, and slip on the small pair of noise-cancelling headphones over her tiny ears. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Mommy's going to get us out of here," I whisper, my voice trembling as I brush my cheek against hers, drawing comfort from her innocent warmth. I warned him. I warned him that the first time he ever hit me in front of our daughter that, it would be over. But he didn't listen. Tonight, he hit me so hard that I almost fell on top of her while she was sitting on the floor. That was the last fucking straw. I've endured his anger and frustration time and time again, but I can't allow Zuri to grow up thinking this is okay. Even if she's only seven months old and might not remember it, I never wanted her to see that. I'm sorry, babe. I promise it will never happen again. I brought
King I never thought Alyssa Bennett would reach out to me. For her to be that desperate, I guess she finally got tired of her piece-of-shit husband. It's been a while since I've driven anything other than my bike, but when she called, I pulled my truck out of its resting place in the garage. I park beside the red car on the side of the road, the sun starting to set on the horizon. Alyssa immediately jumps out of the driver's seat and rushes to the rear. First, she grabs a diaper bag, then a car seat. I squint to make sure I'm seeing it right. Yeah, it's a fucking car seat. Stepping out of my truck, I offer to help with her bag. I watch as she secures the car seat in my backseat. I didn't know what to expect, but a real baby, dressed in a pink onesie and making little noises, wasn't it. Maybe it's her niece or something, I wonder silently. It's been three years since I last saw Alyssa, and she's really grown up. I'm not sure if it's for the better or worse. She look
Alyssa Leaving Zuri in the car with King wasn't my first choice, but I have a lot of shit to get and so little time. The diaper bag could only hold so much, but I stuffed what I could in it before I left. Now, I need to get the rest of her necessities that will at least last a little while. Isaac will freeze my accounts soon, and I'll be cut off from any money. I can't even check the app because I ditched my phone in the car to avoid being tracked. I dash through the aisles, grabbing a travel crib, two boxes of diapers and wipes, a variety of pouched baby food, and a few cans of formula. My heart thunders in my chest as I make my way to the register. Thanks to Isaac, I know how to grab what I need and carry my ass. I tap my card against the reader, praying it works. It declines. A wave of anxiety and dread crash over me. Fuck. He has already frozen them. Panic sets in. What the fuck am I going to do now? "Ma'am, do you have money to pay? If not, I can hold the items for you," th
Nikolai After putting Zuri down for the night, we all head downstairs to unwind and spend some quality adult time together. Today has been overwhelming. Alyssa being pregnant with twins is enough to process—but one of them might even biologically be mine. What a mindfuck. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around everything, but I'm excited as hell. I can already see the four of us in the delivery room with our babies and Zuri in our arms. "What are we watching tonight, guys?" I ask, flopping down on the couch and pulling Alyssa into my lap. "Enchanted, again?" Mason mutters, his tone teasing, but his smirk betrays his amusement. Alyssa narrows her eyes at him in mock offense. "Hey! That's my comfort movie. Don't judge me!" He chuckles and leans back on the couch. "Oh, I'm not judging, little warrior. I'm just saying I could probably recite the entire thing, and I've only caught bits and pieces." She grins. "Well, maybe tonight, we can all watch it together." I
King Holy fuck. We're having twins. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared out of my mind about having two more kids. We all are. Who knew raising Zuri would lead me to wanting—and now having—multiple children. At the same damn time. My heart's pounding so hard it feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. The room feels heavier, the reality of two tiny humans growing inside Alyssa settling in. I tighten my grip on her hand as I sit beside her, grounding myself as much as her. I'll protect them with my life. Always. I glance at the photo on the wall, a framed picture of a guy I didn't notice earlier. Early thirties, black hair slicked back like he's trying too hard, and that cocky fucking smile. Underneath, it says Dr. Summers. Oh, fuck no. I glare at Niko, rage bubbling up. "You got a male doctor?" Everyone's eyes shift to the photo, the tension in the room instantly rising. Niko frowns. "I swear, I didn't know until now. He has a girly name, but he's also g
Alyssa "Take a deep breath for me, okay? You might feel a little bit of discomfort," the ultrasound technician says gently, nudging the lubed-up wand closer to my entrance. I huff a nervous laugh, trying to ignore the cold gel and the invasive angle. "The only thing uncomfortable is the fact that my legs are spread open like this while you stick that thing inside me to take pictures of my insides." The technician chuckles softly, her shoulders shaking softly as she adjusts the wand. Niko snorts. "I did volunteer to do it for you, sweet girl." I glare at him playfully, my cheeks heating. "Shut up, Niko." My three men sit in the chairs beside me, practically vibrating with excitement. Zuri sits happily in Niko's lap, jingling her toy keys and babbling to herself. When I told King and Mason I had Niko set up the appointment, they were buzzing about it all morning. And when it was time to go, they practically hauled me and Zuri into the car like we couldn't get there fa
Alyssa Niko strips off his clothes, his eyes locking onto the mess coating my skin. He drops to his knees beside me, his tongue darting out to taste the other boys' essences. The first slow, deliberate drag of his tongue up my chest makes me shudder, but it's the guttural moan rumbling deep in his chest that really sets me on fire. "Fuck," he groans, his voice rough and filled with need. His hands grip my waist, guiding me onto my back as he laps at every trace of King and Mason like he just can't get enough. "You taste so fucking good like this," he mutters, his voice muffled as his tongue moves lower. "All of you—every inch of you—is mine to clean." The possessiveness in his tone makes my thighs clench, a soft mewl spilling from my lips. His tongue swirls around my nipple, his teeth grazing before his lips close over it with a hard suck that sends sparks shooting straight to my core. Then his mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding. The kiss is messy, his lips and tong
Alyssa "Where have you guys been?" I ask, folding my arms as King and Mason stroll into the house at four in the morning. Their clothes are clean, too clean for men who've been out all night. I also catch the fresh scent of soap lingering on them. They showered before coming home. And with my boys, that only means one thing. "What are you doing up, kitten?" King asks, sidestepping my question with practiced ease. I narrow my eyes, refusing to let him off the hook. "Waiting for you. You've been gone all night, and I wanted to call, but I had a pretty good idea what you two were up to." I'm not stupid. I'd have to be blind not to notice the tension in King's shoulders the past few days, the way he's been pacing like a caged predator. Now, though? He looks...calm. Relaxed even. And that scares me. He didn't go after Isaac, did he? No. Mason would've stopped him. I'm sure of it. But that means he went after someone else. But who? My gaze sharpens. "What did you
Mason Watching King work usually makes me a bit ill. The way he seems to find a rhythm in destruction, precision in pain—it's more than most people can stomach. But tonight, as I stand in the dim light of the garage, I see something else. It's not just brutality. It's art, if you can call it that. Every shallow slice he carves into Phillips' chest, every muffled scream and whimper, feels deliberate, like King's sketching a portrait of suffering. And as fucked-up as it may be, I can't look away. Gray leans against the wall, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "Fuck," he mutters, pinning me with a knowing look. "Wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that." I clench my jaw beneath my mask, staying silent. Maybe a few months ago, I would've been afraid of a fate like this, but being with Alyssa has forged a bond between us that's stronger than ever. However, with the way Gray punched Isaac in the face and crushed Phillips' balls like it was nothing, I think it's bet
King "You'll regret this!" Gary Phillips, the police chief of Brookhaven, Oregon, spits through clenched teeth. I tilt my head, studying him through the eyeholes of my 'Call of Duty' mask. He dangles from the wall, stripped down to nothing but his underwear. Pale, flabby, weak—his chest heaves, streaked with blood from the cuts I've carved into his chest. "You know," I drawl, my voice cold and mocking, "for a police chief, you'd think you'd hit the gym once in a while." I press the tip of the blade against his sternum, just enough for him to feel it. His pupils dilate, terror clouding his already broken expression. That's what I've been waiting for. The fear. The desperation. Soon, he'll be begging for his life, even though deep down, he already knows he won't leave here alive. I've made that more than clear already. The blade glides lower, slow and precise, as I slice into him again. His skin splits easily, the blood welling up to bead at the surface before trickling dow
Isaac "So let me get this straight...the pathetic little club your wife ran off to has videos of you fucking other men who have wives and families?" My father's voice is low and venomous, every word slicing through me like a blade. I grind my teeth, keeping my head bowed. Telling him has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but it had to be done. This could ruin our family and the lives of every guy in those videos. I don't even know how the fuck Alyssa's brother got access to them, but he won't get away with blackmailing me. Even it means coming to my father for help. "Yes, Sir," I force out. "I thought you should hear it from me before it gets out." The silence stretches unbearably. My father rises from his chair, each deliberate movement making my stomach twist tighter. I brace myself, knowing what's coming. The first punch crashes into my gut, hard enough to make me see stars. I double over, choking on air, but I don't dare fight back. The second blow come
Alyssa Marina's presence in the room feels like a heavy weight. Her confident stride and the sharp click of her heels are constant reminders of how out of depth I feel. Marina exudes composure, as if nothing can shake her. I can't help but wonder if she can see right through the mask I'm desperately trying to hold onto—whether she knows about the anxiety twisting my insides. As she arranges her files, her eyes sweep the room, landing on Niko briefly, then Mason, before they settle back on me. There's a certain intensity to the way she looks at me, like she's already dissected me in her mind. It's fucking unnerving, but I refuse to let it show. Adjusting her tailored blazer, she crosses her legs with practiced poise. "Niko, be a dear and make me some tea, will you?" Her tone is polite but firm. "Sure," Niko mutters, disappearing back into the kitchen. Damn. She definitely has a dominant personality. I can already see why King wouldn't get along with her. So, what the hell was