AlyssaI plaster a small smile on my face, trying to restore some semblance of peace. This place is too beautiful for all this negative energy, and I doubt Mom and all the others resting here appreciate it. "You didn't miss anything," I say to Niko, though the look on his face as he studies King and Gray, makes it clear he knows exactly what happened. It's not like Gray hasn't been acting like a loose cannon since he got off his meds. I pick up Mom's bouquet from the ground, brushing a petal with my thumb before grabbing Gray's hand. "C'mon, Grayson. The boys can give us a little privacy while you show me where Mom is." King growls low in his throat, his eyes burning into Gray, but I meet his gaze with a pointed look. "I'll be okay, baby," I promise him, softening my tone. "Maybe you guys can show Zuri some of the pretty flowers."Gray pulls his hand from mine with an exaggerated huff. "Why are we holding hands? What are we, in Kindergarten?" he grumbles before walking off. It sho
War "Are you not telling them that you met up with Isaac last week?" I ask Bones, lazily gripping Irina's ponytail as her head bobs up and down in my lap. She's my favorite whore, always surrendering herself to my dark needs. Logan's usually smart enough to stay buried in the back of our mind when I'm taking care of business like this, but the moment I mention Alyssa, I feel him clawing forward, interested in the conversation. Pathetic. Bones waves me off from his seat, his attention locked on one of the whores spinning on a pole. "That was personal business. Besides, tomorrow, I'm sending Isaac right into their territory." I scoff, dragging my free hand over Irina's scalp. Her watery eyes dart up to meet mine as I grip her head tighter. "There's no way in hell Isaac's just going to waltz into their clubhouse and try to grab Alyssa. That slimy fuck's always two steps ahead." But what could he possibly be planning? He's a little bitch in a business suit, incapable of
Grayson "Babe, who was that?" Christine asks, propping herself up on her elbow. The cream sheet clings to her curves, but her tone is flat—disappointed. Again. "Club business," I answer, my voice clipped. She nods, laying back down and turning away from me, her shoulders stiff. I know I've let her down. I could get my dick up this time, but I just couldn't finish the way she needed me to. It's not her fault. She's beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever been with, and I couldn't ask for a better wife. The problem's me. Lately, I've felt like I'm drowning. Trying to make the club legitimate, trying to protect Alyssa, trying to give Christine the family she deserves—it's all too fucking much. Since I was twelve years old, I've been under pressure. Being groomed to take over the club. Taking care of Mom when she got sick. Raising Alyssa after I killed our father. That kind of weight on my shoulders has never gone away; I just pretended I was strong enough to carr
Alyssa After bathing Zuri, Niko helps me put her down for the night, gently planting a kiss on her head as he tucks her into her crib. The sight makes my heart clench. These moments—quiet, peaceful, filled with love—feel stolen, fleeting, like sand slipping through my fingers. Downstairs, Niko and I curl up on the couch, his arm draped around me as I nestle against his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns along my back, and Encanto plays on the screen as we feed each other popcorn. "I know it sounds fucked up," Niko says, chuckling, "but I kinda wish someone would beat this old lady's ass." I snort. "You're not wrong, I hate her so much. Yeah, she went through something extremely traumatic, but that doesn't excuse her behavior. She literally had her son living in the wall for years, and really didn't even apologize to him. And how she treated Mirabel was completely fucked. I bet her 'change of heart' only lasts for like a week." Niko hums in agreement, but my attent
King When we get home from the job, Mr. Rivera's pathetic pleas are still ringing in my ears, but we washed his blood off at the clubhouse. Mason heads straight to his room with a muttered "Goodnight," leaving me in the hallway, torn. Part of me wants him back in our bed. He's been keeping his distance lately at night, and while I don't push, I notice. Alyssa might need him tonight. If she does, I'll have to drag his ass back, whether he likes it or not. In my room, Alyssa and Niko are already asleep, a pile of naked, tangled limbs. The sight tugs at something deep in my chest. Niko's arm is draped protectively over her belly, her fingers loosely gripping his wrist. Damn, seems like they had a party while we were gone. But that's okay—Mason and I had our own version of fun tonight. Mr. Rivera went home with one less finger and a concussion. I'd lost my shit a little during Gray's call, especially when he told me Alyssa's prepared to die if it comes to that. I keep trying to
Alyssa Mason's scent hits me just before I feel him settle between my legs, his cock pushing into me slowly. At this point, I don't even need to look to know who's inside me. King's cock is a monster in both size and thickness. Niko's is the thickest, stretching my pussy to its absolute limit every time. And Mason's is distinct, his crown pierced and fatter than the others. As Mason sinks into me to the hilt, I gasp, clutching his shoulders for stability. His cock drags along every nerve ending, but it's the moment his piercing grazes my g-spot that a sharp, electrifying jolt shoots through me. "You okay?" he whispers, his voice tender yet tinged with a hunger that makes my toes curl. His hips roll, slow and purposeful, pulling a whine from my throat. I nod, blinking up at him in the dim light, though my attention drifts toward the corner of the room. King leans back in his chair, stroking himself lazily as he watches, his eyes burning with lust. My body reacts in
King Alyssa's body trembles beneath me as I press into her, inch by inch, savoring the warmth that wraps around me like home. She's sore—I can feel it. Niko and Mason fucked the hell out of her. But she takes me anyway, her nails digging into my back, her moans threading through the air like a melody meant only for my ears. I bury my nose in her throat, drinking in her scent—sweet and intoxicating as always, even laced with sweat and cum clinging to her skin. Her body doesn't just accept me; it molds to me, holding on like I'm all she needs. But I can also feel my brothers inside her still, the slickness of their combined seed, hot and thick, clinging to her walls. Fuck. The sensation damn near makes me come on the spot. "They filled you up so good, didn't they, kitten?" My voice is a low, rough growl that comes from somewhere deep inside me. It isn't even about pleasure right now—it's about making sure she feels every fucking word I can't get out. I watched the way sh
Mason "Did last night feel different to anyone else?" Niko asks, his voice tinged with concern as he lazily stirs protein shakes for himself and King. I'm at the table with Zuri, who's giggling as I help her cut up her eggs. Eggs and sausage seemed like an easy meal, considering we'll likely be out all morning. It still blows my mind that I told King about what happened—about how I thought I was going through some type of bi-awakening or something. Or maybe he's right. Maybe I was just hornier than I thought and seeing him and Niko fuck just set me off. But does that really explain why my cock twitched watching Niko lick my cum off Alyssa's hand? Damn. I planned to take it to my grave, but it felt good to talk to King about it. I didn't feel like such a freak after, and maybe one day, when I'm a lot fucking braver, I'll take him on his offer of exploring whatever the hell that was. "Different how?" I ask Niko, biting into a piece of sausage. Zuri mirrors me, grinning,
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