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
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
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
TW: Sexual Coercion Alyssa After Zuri falls asleep, I place her in the new crib that I moved to King's office. It's peaceful and calm in there, and I didn't want to wake her if Gray happens to call in the middle of the night. I doubt I'll be going to sleep any time soon anyway, there's too much on my mind. King finally emerges from upstairs into the living room, dressed in a black t-shirt that clings too tightly to his muscular frame and a pair of loose, grey sweatpants. His steps are nearly silent on the wooden floor as he makes his way to the kitchen. I hear a cabinet open and the soft clinking of glasses. Moments later, he reappears with two glasses filled with dark, amber liquid. King silently hands me one of the glasses, his fingers brushing mine briefly before he settles into the armchair opposite me. I bring the glass to my nose and sniff: whisky. It's been a long time since I've tasted alcohol and I definitely need some after what happened today, so I take a tentative sip.
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