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 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