Mason "So, when did you figure out you were into guys too?" Niko's voice is light, teasing, the smirk practically audible. I roll my eyes, but there's no real heat behind it. Niko's just being Niko right now. We just finished The Conjuring—my choice, of course—and while Niko didn't outright admit to being scared, he'd spent half the movie burying his face in my shoulder. Which is crazy because he's the one who suggested we watch a horror movie. What a scaredy-cat. Now, 21 Jump Street is playing, the room lit with the soft glow of the TV. I don't really care for comedy, but Niko suggested it, likely so he won't have nightmares tonight. We've been quiet for a while, comfortable in the shared space, but I guess it's time to address the elephant in the room. "It's hard to explain," I begin, choosing my words carefully. "I'm not sure I feel attraction towards just any guys. I think it's...exclusive. Only you and King." My gaze flickers over to the screen, not wanting to
Alyssa Completely sated and boneless, I sit up and watch silently as King meticulously cleans his weapons after stuffing our clothes in a black trash bag. The blood we'd just had the most unhinged sex is now drying and caking on my skin, a visceral reminder of the woman I became tonight. Chief Phillips is gone, hanging on the wall with his vacant eyes fixed on me and the smell of death in the air. Maybe I should feel disgust or remorse for what happened here, but I don't. He got what was coming to him, and now countless women can sleep peacefully at night knowing they'll never have to encounter him again. I shift, feeling the delicious ache between my legs, and a satisfied smile curls on my lips. King glances back at me, his lips twitching with amusement. His obsession with me blazes in his eyes, like a wolf savoring its claim. "What's that face for, kitten? You're acting like I've never fucked you before." My smile widens into a smirk. "Not like that." "Not regretting
Alyssa When we return to the living room, King and Gray stop their conversation mid-sentence. The air feels heavier than when we left, and Gray's sharp eyes cut straight to me, suspicion flickering across his face. "What's going on, babe?" he asks, his tone clipped as his gaze shifts to Christine. His arched brow screams he's not in the mood for bullshit. I wonder what he and King were discussing while we were gone that's got him so tense. I know King wouldn't tell him about Christine without me present. Christine, the fake bitch that she is, flashes him a sugary smile that makes my stomach churn. "Nothing, baby. I was just telling Alyssa I wanted to go shopping with her. You know, have us a girl's day." A girl's day? That's hilarious. Since when does breaking into dead guys' houses to retrieve sex tapes qualify as retail therapy? Gray's eyes snap to mine, his gaze probing, dissecting. He's looking for cracks, for any sign I might be hiding something. Joke's on him—his w
Nikolai "I'm sorry...we're doing what?" I nearly choke on my coffee, the hot liquid scalding the top of my mouth. It's five in the damn morning, and Alyssa, in all her sweet but chaotic glory, waited until the coffee hit my bloodstream to drop this bomb on us. Even so, I must've misheard her because there's no way in hell we're actually helping Christine with anything. Not only because I can't stand her and every time I see her face, I have very violent thoughts—but because she's blackmailing us. Holding our relationship with Alyssa over our heads like a loaded gun. And that's a level of manipulation I don't tolerate, no matter what the reason is. Mason, sitting beside me, doesn't say a word. He's cradling Zuri in one arm as she drinks her bottle, his free hand resting on her tiny foot in a protective way. I know he's either mentally dissecting the situation or trying to figure out how to gently tell Alyssa she's out of her damn mind without making our pregnant woman cry. The
Alyssa "Took you long enough," Christine scoffs, sliding into the backseat in a skin-tight pink dress. Her matching purse sits daintily on her lap, as if we're actually going shopping instead of plotting a break-in. King's jaw ticks, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. I see the retort brewing on his lips, but he swallows it down. I squeeze his hand, silently begging him. Let's just get this over with. Please don't strangle her and toss her body out on the side of the road. This isn't good. He's already this wound up, and we haven't even met up with War yet. Am I going to have to blow him in a gas station bathroom or something just to get his temper under control? The thought makes my mouth water before I can shove it back into the gutter where it belongs. Focus, Alyssa. "What are you thinking about, kitten?" King asks quietly, his tone amused, but there's a razor-sharp warning beneath it. He pulls the SUV out of Gray's driveway with smooth precision, his finger
War Why do I keep agreeing to do shit for this female? Even as I'm sitting across the street from the country club where Amanda Phillips is probably sipping overpriced mimosas and pretending her husband isn't a piece of shit, I still can't answer that fucking question. All I know is that the little psycho seems to change every time I see her. I thought she was just some little broken doll, but she's finding her fire—and learning how to use it. I'm not easily impressed, but damn. Watching her evolve is...addictive. Logan's voice scratches at the back of my skull, a persistent itch I can't ignore. You want her, War. Just as badly as I do. Shut the fuck up, Logan. What? I'm just saying...you think about her all the time. Admit it. Stay in your corner. I grit my teeth, glaring at nothing in particular. I don't bother you this damn much when you're in control. I'm barely ever in control when you're around her, he argues, frustration lacing his voice. That's be
Alyssa "Oh my God. Who screams that loud during sex?" I whisper-shout, horrified at the noises blasting through the earpiece. They've barely been inside the house for five minutes, and War's already fucking the life out of her. Or at least that’s what it sounds like. I want to yank the damn thing out of my ear, but Mason insisted we keep them in just in case something goes wrong. I don't know if it's worse that I'm forced to listen or that a tiny, traitorous part of me is...slightly turned on. Okay. Maybe really turned on. I can’t wait until this is over so I can enjoy my men tonight—after making War his dinner, of course. I owe him that much for doing all this for me. The SUV is parked on a narrow dirt path behind the police chief's house, shrouded by thick trees. I thought it'd be risky to do this in the middle of the day, but the nearest house is down the road. We should be good to go. King sits in the driver's seat, ready to peel out at the first sign of tro
Alyssa Phillips' office isn't hard to find. It's tucked at the end of the hallway on the first floor, eerily neat and pristine. The air feels heavy here, like the walls are holding their breath, waiting for us to uncover their filthy secrets. And I'm sure there are more than plenty. Mason wastes no time. He shrugs the black backpack off his shoulder and heads straight for the desk. "Look for any electronics where the files could be," he says, already working to gain access to the computer. His calm demeanor steadies my nerves, even if only a little. I start pulling open drawers, skimming through papers and notebooks, while Christine checks the closet. The room is tense and silent except for the rustling of paper until Christine breaks it with a question that makes me freeze. "You're not going to tell him, are you?" she asks, her voice low but tight with anxiety. I pause mid-search, narrowing my eyes at her. "Shouldn't I?" I hiss, keeping my voice quiet but cutting. "Y
War I lean back in my chair, taking a slow drag from the blunt, letting the smoke curl between my lips as I watch Isaac begin to stir. Blood drips from his forehead where I headbutted him, streaking his pretty-boy face with red. Good. I should've done worse. Hell, I wanted to do worse. But I settled for knocking his ass out, tossing him into the trunk like a sack of shit, and driving him to the address Gray sent me. A shipping container in the middle of fucking nowhere. Bones wasn't happy about me handling personal business tonight, but Logan was the one in control during that conversation. And Logan? He basically told him to suck it up. He was going, whether the prez liked it or not. It was a bold-ass move, but Bones let it slide. As long as no one fucks with his drug shipments again, he's got bigger shit to worry about. Plus, security's been ramped up everywhere, which means less babysitting for us. Really gotta take the small wins when we can. "W-Where the fu
AlyssaAs soon as the ultrasound technician hands me the printed copies, I tuck them carefully in the diaper bag. I can't wait to show the guys later. I haven't seen much of them since the other night when we were all together. Usually, I'm already knocked out by the time they drag themselves home in the early hours of the morning, and when I wake up, they're already gone again.I know they feel bad for missing my second appointment, but I told them it was okay. Someone's targeting the club, and they need to figure out who it is and eliminate the threat. Still, that doesn't stop my heart from aching every time I reach for them in my sleep and find nothing but cold sheets.At this point, I'm starting to wonder if Gray is ever coming back. He still hasn't told anyone what he's up to or even where he is. But he's been communicating, so at least we know he's alive.After Luther and Thunder escort me home, I decide I need some company.Some girl time.Don't get me wrong, my babysitters are
KingLast night while we were busy having the best fucking sex of our lives, someone was destroying one of our incoming shipments of weapons. Now we've got to deal with this shit. Two of our men were shot dead. Surveillance was wiped. And Gray—our fucking president—is off doing whatever the hell he's doing instead of handling club business. When Niko got word to him this morning, all he said was he'd be flying back as soon as he could. Translation? Whenever the fuck he feels like it. I guess the selfish asshole is deciding to hold a grudge after all and take another honeymoon while our enemies are out here moving their pieces on the chessboard. Now, we're in church, the barn set up with chairs lined in rows, Niko standing at the front with the gavel in his hand. This isn't minor shit. Someone knows how unstable we are, and they're taking advantage of it. My job is to make sure we respond with blood. I lean against the wall near the altar, twirling my blade between my fingers. A
MasonAlyssa's body shakes violently, her fourth orgasm barreling through her with a force that leaves her panting and utterly wrecked. Her body trembles in the aftershocks, still clenching around the toy buzzing in her ass, forcing soft, helpless whimpers from her lips.Niko watches her fall apart, smirking as he tosses the bullet vibrator aside. "Finally," he murmurs, dragging a slow palm down her back, his touch grounding her. "You're more than ready for us now, sweet girl."That last orgasm wasn't even planned—it snuck up on her right after the third one, her body so overstimulated she had no choice but to surrender.Niko lays back on the bed, pulling her on top of him, adjusting her carefully so there's no pressure on her stomach. Every move is deliberate, ensuring she can shift freely if she needs to.We did plenty of research for this. Niko and I spent hours watching instructional videos, discussing different ways to make this work—to accommodate all of us while keeping Alyssa
AlyssaFor a moment, the room is suspended in silence, thick with heat and hesitation. My hand drifts down King's chest, feeling the tension thrumming beneath his skin.He's holding back—letting Mason lead.I can see it in the way his muscles flex, how his breath deepens, slow and measured.Despite how fucking dominant King is, he cares about his best friend too much to push too fast. To risk fucking this up.But I can tell how much he wants this to happen."You two have fun with that—I'll be down here, worshipping our pussy," Niko announces.Then, he grabs my thighs, spreads me open, and slides beneath me.I gasp as the first stroke of his tongue flattens against my clit. My spine arches, my fingernails biting into King's skin. Holy. Fucking. Shit.My vision goes white for a second, pleasure sparking through me like an electric current as he locks me in place, devouring me like a man starved. It's almost too much, considering I just came a moment ago. The pleasure hits too fast, le
AlyssaThe past few days have been absolutely shitty. The guys have been buried in clubhouse business, handling whatever chaos Gray left behind when he took off for some unknown personal reason he refused to tell anyone. My guess? He's trying to make up with Christine. But all I know is that I haven't had all my men together in days. Zuri's been feeling their absence, too. Every time one of them isn't home, she searches the room, calling for them, her little brows scrunching in confusion. I have to be grateful she's easily distracted right now—especially by food. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if Gray did this shit on purpose. To punish us.Fucking asshole.Tonight, King, Niko, and Mason are gone again, leaving Luther and Thunder stationed downstairs and four others guarding the house outside. It's overkill, but of course, they'd never take any chances with me and Zuri's safety. I know I should feel secure. But the house just feels so goddamn empty without them. After rea
Grayson After having a huge fight with Christine—one where I probably said shit I can't take back—I pull up to a bar on the outskirts of town. I just want to drink until I can't fucking think anymore. Until I can't fucking feel anymore. Until the burn of whiskey drowns out the rage boiling inside me. How the fuck did everything fall apart? First, Christine lying straight to my face, like I'm not her fucking husband. Then Alyssa—my baby sister—fucking King, Niko, and Mason for months, and not a single one of those assholes thought I had a right to know. Not my brothers. Not my wife. No one. I grip my glass tighter, my knuckles turning white as I swirl the amber liquid inside. The trust I had in them is gone—nonexistent. And the worst part? I don't even know how to fucking fix it. But right now, I have more important shit to handle. "Careful, Gray," a smug voice cuts through my thoughts. "If my prez finds out about all these little meet-ups, he might start thinki
Alyssa King's expression hardens as he stares at the woman who tripped in front of us, his entire body going rigid, as if frozen in place. I don't have to ask to know who she is: his mother. They share the same nose, the same sharp, assessing eyes, though hers are dulled by time and whatever damage she's done to herself. I can almost picture what she looked like before addiction stripped her of everything. She's dressed in faded blue jeans and a red tank top, the fabric hanging loosely off her thin frame. There's an unease in the way she moves, her fingers twitching like they don't know how to be still. A thin sheen of sweat clings to her skin despite the crisp fall air, her lips pressing together before her tongue darts out—like she's suppressing something, whether it's nerves, withdrawal, or both. "Kaiden, is that really you?" she asks, her words trembling with disbelief. King's expression stays flat, unreadable. "Who else would it be, Jolene?" His voice is cold, de
King When Alyssa suggested we have a family fun day, I never expected we'd end up at a goddamn petting zoo. A few months ago, I didn't even like children. Hell, I still don't—except for the ones that are mine. And I sure as shit don't care for animals. They're filthy, loud, and unpredictable. Paying money to touch something that belongs on my dinner plate? Hard pass. "King, look at this piglet." Niko grins, holding the squirming animal up like he's about to start singing one of those stupid fucking songs from the movies Alyssa forces us to watch. Alyssa stands beside him, helping Zuri feed a goat. Her laugh rings out like sunshine cutting through the storm cloud in my head. She snaps a picture of Niko with her phone, her eyes glowing with a soft happiness that tugs at my chest. "Aww, I think he likes you," she teases. Niko nuzzles the piglet. "Oh my god. I'm in love with him. We're taking him home." The fuck we are. We've got enough shit to deal with. The last thin