Grayson "I'm only going to ask you one more fucking time...where did you go today?" I growl, pressing the large wand massager to my wife's clit. She screams, arching off the bed, but the ropes holding her wrists and ankles to the frame keep her firmly in place. "Please...Gray," she begs, her voice cracking with desperation. "That's not the answer I was looking for." I pull the wand away just as she's teetering on the edge of release. Her trembling body, the tears streaking down her cheeks—it's a heady mix of power and vulnerability that fuels me to keep pushing. We've been at this for hours, ever since I came home and found zero evidence of the shopping trip she claimed to have gone on with Alyssa. No bags, no charges on my credit cards, nothing. Which means she lied to me. Worse, Alyssa lied to me. They all fucking lied to me. But I won’t confront my brothers—not yet, at least. I want to hear the truth from my wife's lips. I've always respected her privacy, even tolerat
Alyssa I wake up to an empty bed, but the sheets are still warm, evidence that they haven't been gone long. "Guys?" I squeak, my voice barely breaking the silence as I slowly sit up, glancing around the dimly lit room. But there's no sign of King, Niko, or Mason. The clock reads 3 a.m. I can see King waking up this early, but that doesn't explain where Niko and Mason are. After a quick stop in the bathroom, I tiptoe down the stairs. Halfway down, I hear their muffled voices. I pause, crouching slightly as I strain to listen. "Something's off about this Vince guy," Niko says, his voice low but laced with suspicion. "But I can't find anything too out of the ordinary in his records. Just regular mob shit." "There's a reason you're vice president, Niko," Mason replies, his tone measured. "We trust your intuition. That means we need to keep an eye on him and also continue to keep Alyssa and the babies away from the clubhouse until we know for sure." "Agreed," King rum
Alyssa Gray storms into the coffee shop like a hurricane ready to tear through anything in his path. His presence alone is oppressive, tension crackling off him in waves. Shoulders squared, fists clenched, his fury is barely restrained, coiling tight beneath his skin like a live wire waiting to snap. I stay put, curled in King's lap, his arm slung securely over my belly, as if he's daring my brother to try and rip our family apart. Across the room, Niko leans against the counter, lazily sipping a caramel frappe, his posture deceptively relaxed. But I can see the way his sharp blue eyes track my brother's every movement, as if he's already preparing for every violent scenario imaginable. Mason stands near the wall, arms crossed, giving himself the perfect vantage point. His expression is unreadable, his posture stiff and ready. I wasn't even sure if Gray would show up when I texted him after Nina agreed to watch Zuri. Half of me expected him to redemand that we meet him
Nikolai I know now's not the right time, but fuck if I can't stop my dick from getting hard at the way Alyssa just tore into Gray. She put him in his place like the fierce little queen she is, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to drag her off somewhere private and show her how much that fire turns me on. Gray must be feeling like a dumbass right now, blindly believing Christine once again. But at least he didn't try to kill us when Alyssa dropped the truth about our relationship. That's progress, I guess. When I notice King visibly relax, his shoulders loosening just a fraction, I move to thread my fingers through Alyssa's hair, massaging her scalp as she sits in his lap like it's her personal throne. She leans into our touches, sighing softly, and I can't help but smirk. After we make it out of this alive, I think I'll have to give her another throne to sit on later—one that involves my face. Gray's eyes narrow slightly as he watches us, but he doesn't say a word
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
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
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
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
Nikolai I know now's not the right time, but fuck if I can't stop my dick from getting hard at the way Alyssa just tore into Gray. She put him in his place like the fierce little queen she is, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to drag her off somewhere private and show her how much that fire turns me on. Gray must be feeling like a dumbass right now, blindly believing Christine once again. But at least he didn't try to kill us when Alyssa dropped the truth about our relationship. That's progress, I guess. When I notice King visibly relax, his shoulders loosening just a fraction, I move to thread my fingers through Alyssa's hair, massaging her scalp as she sits in his lap like it's her personal throne. She leans into our touches, sighing softly, and I can't help but smirk. After we make it out of this alive, I think I'll have to give her another throne to sit on later—one that involves my face. Gray's eyes narrow slightly as he watches us, but he doesn't say a word
Alyssa Gray storms into the coffee shop like a hurricane ready to tear through anything in his path. His presence alone is oppressive, tension crackling off him in waves. Shoulders squared, fists clenched, his fury is barely restrained, coiling tight beneath his skin like a live wire waiting to snap. I stay put, curled in King's lap, his arm slung securely over my belly, as if he's daring my brother to try and rip our family apart. Across the room, Niko leans against the counter, lazily sipping a caramel frappe, his posture deceptively relaxed. But I can see the way his sharp blue eyes track my brother's every movement, as if he's already preparing for every violent scenario imaginable. Mason stands near the wall, arms crossed, giving himself the perfect vantage point. His expression is unreadable, his posture stiff and ready. I wasn't even sure if Gray would show up when I texted him after Nina agreed to watch Zuri. Half of me expected him to redemand that we meet him
Alyssa I wake up to an empty bed, but the sheets are still warm, evidence that they haven't been gone long. "Guys?" I squeak, my voice barely breaking the silence as I slowly sit up, glancing around the dimly lit room. But there's no sign of King, Niko, or Mason. The clock reads 3 a.m. I can see King waking up this early, but that doesn't explain where Niko and Mason are. After a quick stop in the bathroom, I tiptoe down the stairs. Halfway down, I hear their muffled voices. I pause, crouching slightly as I strain to listen. "Something's off about this Vince guy," Niko says, his voice low but laced with suspicion. "But I can't find anything too out of the ordinary in his records. Just regular mob shit." "There's a reason you're vice president, Niko," Mason replies, his tone measured. "We trust your intuition. That means we need to keep an eye on him and also continue to keep Alyssa and the babies away from the clubhouse until we know for sure." "Agreed," King rum
Grayson "I'm only going to ask you one more fucking time...where did you go today?" I growl, pressing the large wand massager to my wife's clit. She screams, arching off the bed, but the ropes holding her wrists and ankles to the frame keep her firmly in place. "Please...Gray," she begs, her voice cracking with desperation. "That's not the answer I was looking for." I pull the wand away just as she's teetering on the edge of release. Her trembling body, the tears streaking down her cheeks—it's a heady mix of power and vulnerability that fuels me to keep pushing. We've been at this for hours, ever since I came home and found zero evidence of the shopping trip she claimed to have gone on with Alyssa. No bags, no charges on my credit cards, nothing. Which means she lied to me. Worse, Alyssa lied to me. They all fucking lied to me. But I won’t confront my brothers—not yet, at least. I want to hear the truth from my wife's lips. I've always respected her privacy, even tolerat
Alyssa I'm still thinking about what happened with Logan and War, even after we're home, and I'm putting a pot of water on the stove for spaghetti. War didn't exactly say what he wanted, so I went with something simple. Chelsea had done a great job watching Zuri today, and when King handed her a fat stack of cash, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. I didn't even want to guess how much it was, but he said she deserved it for watching our daughter. I can't even explain how much I melted after that. Now, Zuri's playing with King in the living room while Mason is going through the hard drives. His first priority: finding and deleting Christine's tape. Meanwhile, Niko's still out with Gray, but I hope Christine actually talks to him when he gets home. If not, I'll have to do it for her. Like she said, he deserves to know everything. After stirring the spaghetti sauce and dropping the noodles into the boiling water, I finally take a seat at the table to catch my breath.
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
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