Alyssa The building is painted in blood-red and white, its main entrance leading directly into a dimly lit strip club. Fully naked women in heels swing from poles and dance on raised platforms, their bodies cast in flickering lights as if they're putting on a show just for us. It's unsettling.
Gray grits his teeth. "First of all, it wasn't funny the first time you said it, and it's still not funny now." "I'm not trying to be funny!" I snap, my voice shaking with anger. "That's what I was. Dad gave me shit, and I sat on his buddies' laps, getting them all hot and bothered so they could g
TW: Child abuse, sexual assault, human trafficking, murder, emotional damage Alyssa "Aly, Logan...stay in my office. You know the drill. Don't come out until one of us says so," Daddy orders. "Okay, Daddy." I spin around in his big chair, the leather all soft and smooth under my fingers. "Fine.
My chest aches. How can he say that about Logan? Suddenly, Daddy's heavy footsteps thud from the other side of the door, and my heart pounds like thunder. I hold my breath, hoping he doesn't hear me. Then, I tiptoe past the door, glancing back to make sure they're not coming out. When I reach the
Logan Now that Alyssa's right here in front of me, I can't take my fucking eyes off of her. God, she's beautiful. The last time I saw her, she was only seven, standing by my hospital bed with tears streaking down her face. I was barely awake most days, but that guilt-ridden look she wore burne
Nothing hurt worse than knowing my first and only friend forgot I fucking existed, and it was all thanks to Daddy dearest. "So, everything just went back to normal? Like it never happened?" she asks, confused. I glance at Gray, giving him the floor. He grits his teeth and tosses back another s
Alyssa The moment War takes over, I feel it. His posture changes, his shoulders square with a hardened, unsettling confidence, his jaw sets with a sharpness completely different than Logan's. His steel-gray eyes narrow and darken, and a slow, wicked smirk slithers across his face. The air seems to
I narrow my eyes at him. "Do you have a problem with me or something?" War shrugs, a wicked glint sparkling in his eyes. "I'm just wondering where all of this was when your husband was beating on you for three years." He tilts his head. "Why is he still alive, little psycho?" His words sting, bu
Mason exhales slow, like he's counting to ten through murder.For a second, I think we all might kill this crazy motherfucker at the same time. Rip him to pieces and not even feel bad about it.But then Alyssa raises a hand.And we freeze instantly."Is that why you locked War away?" she asks quietl
NikolaiAlyssa stands naked, a gun aimed steady at Logan's head, and the three of us stand around her like guard dogs—tense, alert, waiting to see which way this moment breaks.No one says a word. Not even him.But it's obvious now. He's not War.Hasn't been since last night.While our girl was tak
King smirks, then presses the blade just beneath Isaac's shoulder blade and slices.The sound is thick. Wet. The kind that stays with you.Isaac jolts, a raw, broken sound tearing out of him, like a scream that never makes it all the way out of his shredded lungs."Oh, fuck," I mewl. Wetness pools o
"Bet that stings, huh?" he sneers. "Knowing she never made a single sound like this for you."His tongue circles my clit—lazy, controlled, designed to break me."Fuck," I moan, feeling helpless."I know, kitten," he growls. "Be a good girl and come for me—so we can fuck you like you need."Then he s
AlyssaThe second King's mouth finds my pussy, Niko moves in to kiss me, deep and consuming, his tongue invading my mouth like he's trying to drink down every sound I make.I don't know what King's going to do about Logan. But if I know him—and I do—he's already decided.Logan's dead.And War?Colla
Damn. That shit looks like it hurts.Good.I walk over, grab a fistful of his matted hair, and yank his head back until his neck strains and his mouth drops open in pain."There you are." I murmur, grinning down at him. His eyes bulge, wild with the kind of fear you can't fake. "What's wrong? Don't
KingThe raggedy piece of shit wheezes to a stop, gravel crunching under the tires like splintering bones under a boot.I kill the engine.Silence slams into us—thick, expectant. The kind that settles just before a storm rips through and levels everything in its path.No one speaks.Not even her.Al
Shorter. Lighter. Freer.It might not disguise me. Might not change anything at all.But it feels like a new beginning.Like I've shed something. Physical proof that the girl I used to be—scared, silent, constantly apologizing for things that weren't her fault—doesn't live here anymore.This new ver
Alyssa"Sweet girl, you ready?" Niko holds the scissors like he's about to remove a bullet instead of hair.I nod and settle on the edge of the closed toilet lid. To keep from fidgeting, I stroke my hand over my belly, feeling the twins flutter."Yeah. Just... not too short, okay?"He flashes me a s