Nikolai I step into the gym room, where King is laying into a punching bag like it owes him money. He's shirtless, his sweat-drenched muscles flexing with every punishing blow. The tension rolling off him is suffocating. "You good?" I ask, pulling off my own shirt as I step closer, steadying the bag for him. His raw knuckles strike the bag with a precision that screams rage, frustration, and something deeper. King doesn't look at me, his jaw tightening as he lands another hit. "Fine," he mutters, but the way his fists keep hammering the bag tells otherwise. Gray filled me in on everything that happened tonight. Alyssa saw Logan—and War. She knows now. Everything about her past. When they got home, she didn't say much, just crawled between Mason and me and clung to us until sleep finally claimed her. King, on the other hand, went straight to the gym to drown out his rage. "She's not pissed at you, you know," I say, gripping the bag tighter as his strikes grow heavier.
Isaac "Earn the right to eat my cum," Michael, my boss, growls, thrusting his cock deeper down my throat. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking me forward with a force that makes my eyes water. "You lied to me, Carter. First, you tell me you're taking a family vacation, then gang members show up to the office and threaten me? Yeah, you owe me a whole fucking lot." I hate his condescension, but I hate needing him more. Still, it's not like I don't enjoy this, but this is all Alyssa's fault. That useless, pathetic whore. If she hadn't left the way she did, I wouldn't be here now, choking on my boss's dick just to stay under his protection. She sent her brother and his friends after me. So, every humiliating moment, every second of submission—it traces back to her. Michael's grip tightens, forcing a groan from me as my throat strains around him. I'm staying at one of his houses for now, waiting for the right moment to strike, to take back what's mine. Alyssa thought she could j
Alyssa King and Niko walk into the room, the smell of greasy food hitting the air as King drops a Five Guys bag onto the bed. Zuri immediately reaches for it, demanding for someone to open it, even though she just ate lunch an hour ago. "I'm not asking you anymore, Alyssa. Eat," King growls, his concerned glare drilling into me. I sigh heavily, opening the bag and handing Zuri a warm fry. "I'm not hungry," I mutter, keeping my eyes on anything but King's stare. It's been days since we went to the Iron Serpents' clubhouse, and ever since, my appetite has been nonexistent. Even when I try to eat, it doesn't stay down. I think it's all because we're still here. This building feels suffocating, a constant reminder of everything that happened. How am I supposed to heal when I can't even breathe? "Alyssa." King's tone cuts through my thoughts, low and impatient, like a growl rumbling out of a caged animal. Before I can snap at him, Niko steps in. "I'll talk to her," he off
Mason Fifteen minutes later, Alyssa is violently throwing up in the bathroom. She's hunched over the toilet, trembling with every heave, while Niko holds her hair back. I can hear it all too clearly, and my stomach twists in response. I inch away from the door, swallowing down the bile rising in my own throat. I can deal with blood and guts; shit, I've seen enough of that to last a lifetime. But vomit? That's where I draw the line. King is sitting in the armchair, watching Zuri cruise along the bed, her tiny hands gripping the edge like she's about to take her first steps. It's only a matter of time before she's walking on her own. I never thought I'd care about kids, but watching her grow these last few months... it's a gift I never knew I needed. Another retch from the bathroom makes my stomach lurch again, and I press a fist against my mouth, trying to keep myself together. King laughs quietly, glancing at me with that infuriating smirk of his. "I don't know how y
King "Just how pussy-whipped has she got you?" Gray growls, glaring at me from across his desk. He angrily chews a piece of licorice, his new addiction of choice. "You know the clubhouse is the safest place for them." My jaw tenses. I don't like being questioned, but this is his little sister we're talking about. She's my responsibility, but she's also his blood. When I informed him that I was taking Alyssa and Zuri home last night, he was cranky as shit about it. God, I hope his ol' lady gets knocked up soon, so he can get back on his damn medication. "I made the decision because she wasn't doin' well," I say evenly, remembering just how badly she shut down within a couple of days after we got back. I don't owe Gray an explanation, but I need him to understand. "Couldn't just sit back and watch her suffer like that." "Exactly my point," he snaps. "Alyssa has softened my enforcer into fucking butter. When did her feelings start coming before her safety?" I meet his
Alyssa A dull pressure blooms low in my abdomen, dragging me from my already restless sleep. With a groan, I shift, wincing as I pull myself upright. For what feels like the fiftieth time tonight, I have to fucking pee. The familiar creak of the bed draws my attention—It's not from me but from movement at the foot. Blinking through the darkness, I make out King gripping Niko's hips, his face tightened with determination as he pounds into Niko. Niko's muffled moans fill the quiet room, his mouth stuffed with an article of clothing. "Look what you fucking did, slut," King growls, delivering a sharp smack to Niko's ass that echoes in the quiet room. "You woke our kitten up." "I'm sorry, baby," Niko whimpers around the gag, his voice tinged with guilt and arousal. The sight is undoubtedly hot, a few weeks ago I might've come just from watching, but now it feels like I'm watching through a screen. Detached. "You didn't wake me up," I mutter, sliding out of bed with a h
Alyssa By the time King and Niko get up a few hours later, Zuri's wide awake, already drinking her morning bottle, and I'm pouring my second cup of coffee. The rich smell curls in the air, but it does nothing to ease the steady ache in my chest. Niko steps into the kitchen, shirtless and groggy, his hair sticking up in every direction. He takes one look at me and arches a brow. "Since you never came back to bed, I'm assuming this isn't your first one?" "Second," I mutter, rolling my eyes. "Don't worry, I'm still under 200 milligrams." He chuckles lightly, but takes my word for it as he pours his own cup. King strides into the room and sits beside Niko. Even his appearance looks disheveled, and that's rare for him. Maybe I'm just overthinking, or they literally just finished fucking and came downstairs to prove they're perfectly fine without me. In the past, Niko would've come looking for me if I didn't return to bed after a certain time. Now, it seems like he didn't
Nikolai As soon as Alyssa and Mace disappear into King's office, I exchange a look with King, lowering my voice so Zuri doesn't hear. "When the fuck did we start having sidebars?" King doesn't answer, but by the way his jaw is set, he doesn't like it either. Alyssa's been distant since we got back. I thought things might settle once we were home, but it's like she's slipping further away every day. She told us she needed space, and we've been giving it to her—even if it's been hell. No touching. No kissing. No fucking. Not even a goddamn cuddle. It's been killing me, but for King? It's a whole different kind of torture. Since finding out she's pregnant, something primal in him snapped into overdrive. He's been restless, constantly on edge, trying to control the pull that wants to consume her, to keep her attached to his hip at all times. To ease his pain, I've stepped in, letting him use me as much as he needs. My poor ass. Don't get me wrong—I love it when he fucks m
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
Alyssa I wake up at 5 a.m., my nerves already prickling with anticipation. Marina will be here soon, and even though I'm not entirely sure what this meeting will entail, I know I need to look presentable. The weight of what's ahead presses down on me, making the early hour feel even heavier. The warm water steams over me as I lather soap on my washcloth, trying to clear my mind. What questions will Marina ask? How much does she already know? Gray must have filled her in on some of the mess that is my marriage, but will she look at me differently once she knows everything? Will she see me as just another broken, naive woman who made bad decisions, or will she understand the depths of Isaac's cruelty? The thought twists my stomach in knots. When I met her yesterday, her piercing gaze made me feel both small and seen at the same time. She exudes confidence and control—the kind of person who could break someone with just a word. But will she really be able to stop Isaac's plan? Or w
Alyssa After a few hours of sleep, I wake up to find Niko and Mason's bodies pressed against me, but King is nowhere to be found. For a moment, I wonder if he had a job or something, but I'm sure he would've woken me up to tell me before he left. I slip out of bed and check on Zuri, my feet light on the floor as I move through the quiet house. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I head downstairs. The low glow of the lamp in the living room casts long shadows. That's when I see him—King. His tall, solid silhouette sits in his chair, a drink in hand. By the tension in his posture, I can tell that something's wrong. Wrapping my silk black robe tighter around me, I cross the room silently and sink into his lap. My arms slip around his neck, and I bury my face in the warmth of his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He hums softly, the low, gravelly rumble of his voice breaking the silence. "What are you doing awake, kitten?" I let my fingers trace the curve of his jaw, th
King I gaze at Alyssa's ass in awe. It's bright red, covered in tiny welts and marks from the flogger, but neither Niko nor I broke the skin. Good. She should heal fast. With fifteen strokes to go, I've decided these final ones will break her—not physically, but emotionally. She needs it. Not just because of the shit she pulled today, but because I can see it in her eyes, in the way she's holding herself together too tightly. She's ready to shatter, and she's trusting us to help her do it. Bent over Mason's lap with the side of her face pressed to the couch, she waits patiently for the sting of the flogger to come. She breathes in shallow gasps, her body arching just enough to beckon the next strike, a silent plea written in the curve of her spine. I drop the flogger on the coffee table and trail my hand from the nape of her neck all the way down to her reddened ass. Her entire body shivers, and my chest constricts. In moments like this, I feel most in control—of myself and t
Alyssa I can't believe this. I'm draped over Mason's lap, my ass bared and stinging as King flogs me, while Niko brushes his fingers lightly up and down my back. I've never been this scared and aroused with them before. Maybe because I never expected them to actually spank me. Even with my safe word perched on the tip of my tongue, ready to end this all, I don't stop them. Instead, I count each strike of the flogger, gripping onto the steady rhythm to keep myself grounded. King moves with deliberate control, his strokes confident and precise, alternating between my cheeks. Each hit is delivered with escalating intensity, forcing me to toe the delicious line between pain and pleasure. The next strike shatters through me, a bolt of heat that sizzles across my skin and settles like molten lava between my legs. I can tell my body doesn't know whether to resist it or chase this sensation. "Twelve," I whimper, my legs shaking and sweat slicking my skin. "I'm about to come, Da
Mason Alyssa gazes at me, her eyes wide and trusting. The sight hits me hard, a wave of protectiveness washing over me. If today had gone differently, she wouldn't be here right now. She'd be dead. Beaten to death by her husband. I was so upset I couldn't even speak to her when King and Niko told me she was going to leave with Isaac. Then, after Gray got arrested, she ran off without telling any of us. I know King's chastising himself, thinking that if he had been more in control of his own emotions, if Niko and he had been out to stop her, they could've prevented this. But the truth is, there was no way in hell any of us would've kept our cool around that asshole without getting arrested ourselves. Even Gray couldn't keep it together. But it's not like I can say I'm not glad he defended Alyssa—for fucking once since she's been back. It was a long time coming. In King's office, we discussed how we should punish her. King was adamant that he wanted to make sure we don't ca
Alyssa My pulse skyrockets as Niko reaches for the sharp knife on the table, kneeling down in front of me. I remain perfectly still as he brings the blade to my shirt, slicing it open in one swift movement. The sound of fabric tearing echoes in the room. He rips it from my shoulders like it's made of paper, leaving my chest exposed to the cool air. "Fuck," he hisses under his breath. His hands knead my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples. The sensation makes my breath hitch, and I bite my lip to stifle a needy moan. This is a punishment—I'm not supposed to show that I like it. Still, the thought crosses my mind that maybe he'll push further, just to test me. His sea-blue eyes glimmer with wicked amusement as they rake over my body. Without hesitation, he grabs the waistband of my shorts and panties, removing them with another precise slice of the blade. Fully naked and on my knees, the tension in the room shifts dramatically. I can feel their gaze burning
Alyssa The rumble of engines fades, leaving behind an almost deafening silence. The second everyone else is gone, Niko steps forward and pulls me into his arms. His grip is tight, almost crushing, as though he's afraid I might slip away. "What the fuck were you thinking, sweet girl?" His voice cracks, low and raw with emotion. His fingers tremble as they comb through my hair. "He would've killed you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, as if he's trying to anchor himself, though his next words are steel-sharp. "I swear, If I ever call you and you don't answer again, I'll spank your ass raw. Right in front of your brother." Before I can answer, King's deep hum slices through the air. "Maybe I should've done that. Is that what you wanted, kitten? For me to humiliate you in front of your brother?" His large hand suddenly grips the back of my hair, snapping my head back. His eyes are amber flames that burn me from the inside out. "Answer me." "No, Daddy," I whisper, my voice t
Alyssa King's boots thud heavily against the asphalt as he stalks towards me, his expression carved from stone. The tension in the air is palpable, coiling tighter with each step he takes. Niko follows closely behind, his face a shade darker but no less intimidating. My breath catches in my chest, and my fingers fidget at my sides as I brace for their wrath. They're both lions stalking a prey that's cornered. Me. A paralyzed little gazelle. I try to gather bravado, but my legs tremble, threatening to give out. King's silence as he closes the distance is somehow worse than words. Beside him, Niko's mouth twists into a cruel smile. "Alyssa." His gravelly voice sends a warning that's impossible to ignore. I plaster on the sweetest, most innocent smile I can muster. "Nikolai." His pupils dilate at the sound of his full name. Point one for me. Maybe I can seduce my way out of this. "Does your phone not work?" he asks, his voice sharp, his eyes daring me to lie. "I bel