Alyssa When we return to the living room, King and Gray stop their conversation mid-sentence. The air feels heavier than when we left, and Gray's sharp eyes cut straight to me, suspicion flickering across his face. "What's going on, babe?" he asks, his tone clipped as his gaze shifts to Christin
"Should I even ask what you did in there that made you have to wash your hair? It still looks wet, by the way.” I can't help the mischievous grin that spreads across my face. "No, you really shouldn't. It might traumatize you, big brother." His expression twists with disgust as King's lips twitc
Nikolai "I'm sorry...we're doing what?" I nearly choke on my coffee, the hot liquid scalding the top of my mouth. It's five in the damn morning, and Alyssa, in all her sweet but chaotic glory, waited until the coffee hit my bloodstream to drop this bomb on us. Even so, I must've misheard her bec
She smiles softly, raising a brow. "How do you know they're both boys?" "Gut feeling," I reply with a smirk, planting another kiss just below her belly button. She laughs. "Oh, like King's gut feeling? When he said we were only having one boy?" King chuckles, tugging her back against his chest
Alyssa "Took you long enough," Christine scoffs, sliding into the backseat in a skin-tight pink dress. Her matching purse sits daintily on her lap, as if we're actually going shopping instead of plotting a break-in. King's jaw ticks, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. I see the retort br
The room is dimly lit, with hideous lime-green wallpaper peeling in sad curled strips. The bed sags like it's given up on life after years of questionable use, and the old TV hums in the background. Mildew clings to the air, and thanks to my heightened pregnancy senses, it takes everything in me not
War Why do I keep agreeing to do shit for this female? Even as I'm sitting across the street from the country club where Amanda Phillips is probably sipping overpriced mimosas and pretending her husband isn't a piece of shit, I still can't answer that fucking question. All I know is that the
The thought churns in my head, dark and heavy. This could be intel for Bones. If the treaty ever goes to shit, knowing this could give him a serious edge. A nuclear option. But even as the idea takes shape, I already know I won't say a goddamn word. Bones doesn't need to know this. Not when he's sti
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