My eyes widen as realization dawns. Evidence. Of course, he's been building a case against me. He's likely had PI's following me around, photographing my every move, digging into the lives of everyone I've come to trust. I was worried this entire time that he was planning on dragging me back to hi
Gray When Alyssa looks at me, I already know what's running through her head. Her eyes plead with me, but behind that desperation is a determination I've never seen before. She's going to sacrifice herself. Whatever bullshit he's feeding her has wormed its way into her brain, convincing her tha
I sneer. "Well, she's not." "Gray, please-" Alyssa's voice cracks, and it takes everything in me not to let it break me too. She's adamant about leaving with him, probably already accepting the fact that she won't be coming back. She's strong, so fucking strong, but I can't let her do this.
Nikolai King doesn't take my offer of letting me help him calm down. Instead, he just destroys the meeting room. I watch in tense silence, swirling a glass of whiskey, the sound of his fists slamming against the walls ringing in my ears. Fuck. Every second we're in here while Alyssa's out there
Gone??? My jaw clenches hard as I snatch the glass from King's hand just before he can crush it. A boulder forms in my gut, but both of us can't spiral right now. "What the fuck do you mean, she's gone?" King's snarls, his anger flaring again as he stands to his full height, a dangerous fire in h
Alyssa I can't believe I'm doing this. I took the car after Gray was arrested, not bothering to tell the guys. Now Logan's in the passenger seat, and Christine's sitting quietly behind him. I've pulled the seat in close, gripping the wheel tight as I weave through traffic like a woman possessed.
No, that can't be right. He knows we're just friends. I glance at Christine in the rearview mirror. She's staring out the window, her face blank. She hasn't said much since I told her Gray was arrested, but she insisted on coming along. As we pull into the parking lot across from the jail, Gra
Gray grips my arm gently, pulling me aside. "Sis, are you okay?" he asks softly. The weight of the day hits me again all at once. "No, Gray. You got arrested because you punched Isaac. What happened to self-control?" Gray shoves his hands into his pocket. "That motherfucker deserved it. I coul
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