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
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
I square my shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on. "You know what, I'm not doing this with you guys right now," I snap, blinking back the tears threatening to fall. My emotions are every-fucking-where. It's like I don't even have control over myself anymore. And that scares me. This place is fuckin
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 i
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 w
He actually has a point. We need to make sure she can protect herself. Especially now. There's not a chance in hell we'd ever leave her unprotected, but if anything happens to us, she needs to have a fighting chance to end that bastard's life. "I'll take care of it," I promise. Gray studies me
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
He pulls a book from the nearby stack on the table, its cover catching the light from the lamp. I recognize it: a hard copy of my favorite dark romance. "I didn't know you read smut," I tease, giggling. "I don't," he admits. "But a while ago, back at the clubhouse, I saw you reading it on your
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