AlyssaSomething jolts me awake—a gut feeling that something's wrong. I sit up, realizing I must've dozed off after Gray left and one of the guys moved me to the bed. Niko and Mason sleep soundly beside me, snoring like bears that haven't hibernated in years.I smile softly, glad they're finally cat
"Please. Let me help you," I say, my voice cracking with fierce love for this new version of the man I love. "Let me make you feel whole again."He stares at me, his jaw working as if searching for words. After a long, heavy pause, he finally admits, "What if you can't fix me, kitten? What if I'm to
I instantly remember when he told me his mom used to call him that.Of course she's a reason why he spiraled.I reach up to cup his face, my fingers stroking his beard tenderly. "Stop it. You're not a monster." My gaze shifts to the tattoo of my name over his heart, and I trace a finger over it, eli
AlyssaI'm on the cold, unforgiving floor, naked and bound. My wrists and ankles are tied together, the restraints biting into my skin. The air is thick, suffocating—tainted with sweat, fear, and something metallic. My pulse hammers in my ears as I frantically scan the windowless room, trying to fig
The world then fades to black. End of Dream*I jolt awake with a piercing scream, my chest heaving, a thick sheen of sweat coating my skin. My entire body trembles, cold with fear and grief, my heart racing like it's about to burst from my ribs. Suddenly, strong arms engulf me from all sides, coco
Grayson"War, what the fuck did you do?" I demand. The second I step into the shipping container, the stench of weed, sweat, and blood slams into me. The walls are splattered with it—thick streaks of red staining the cold steel like a fucking horror movie. I come to an abrupt stop just inside the
Vinny Santaro.The name slams into me like a freight train.Vince.Vince fucking Stone.The newest prospect. The one I let into my club.The realization sends a sharp wave of anger through me, burning slow and deep. Shit. I feel like a fucking idiot. I let a plant in. I put my members in danger.
AlyssaI wake up to the warm sensation of lips trailing along my neck, alternating between sweet kisses and slow, teasing licks. A sleepy moan slips from my lips before I even register what's happening, my fingers instinctively sliding up his forearms as he braces himself above me."Wake up, sweet g
Even on the worst nights, when we crawled home from the clubhouse at dawn, I always stopped at her crib. Kissed her forehead. Whispered that we loved her. That ritual grounded me. Not doing it last night? Waking up in the morning knowing she'd wake up without us? It fucking destroyed me.We're w
NikolaiYeah. Letting Alyssa call Nina was a mistake.She's pacing the room like her skin's too tight, her lip trapped between her teeth, the burner phone pressed to her ear with shaking fingers. "Hey, Nina. Umm...how is she doing?"I glance at King. Then Mason. Then War.We're all bracing for it—w
Niko's hand smooths down my hair, his chest vibrating with soft, amused laughter. "It's okay, sweet girl," he murmurs, warm and teasing. "Me and Mace weren't complaining. And King—well, he was in a goddamn coma after that drive, so he didn't hear a thing."I hear the faintest smirk in King's voice w
AlyssaDespite the way Mason fucked me last night—slow, passionate, like he was trying to pull the sadness out of me one thrust at a time—I still wake up feeling like shit. Numb. Hollow. And aching in all the wrong places.Because no matter what I do, I can't stop the reminder that I won't get to
I thrust into her in one deep, hungry stroke, groaning as her pussy tightens around me like it's welcoming me back home.Fuck. I've missed her like this.I brace one hand against the wall, the other gripping her hip as I fuck her hard, driving the grief and exhaustion out of her with every thrust o
MasonAfter nine hours on the road, King is knocked out cold. Niko lies beside him, flipping through the TV channels with that blank look he gets when he's thinking too much. I'm at the window, AR-15 within reach, peeking through the blinds at the empty parking lot below.Alyssa's been in the showe
The guys had a little time with Zuri before she began fighting to keep her eyes open. I saw it on their faces—how hard it was to kiss her goodnight and walk away. But we all agreed. Leaving her here was the safest choice. Even if it feels like tearing out a piece of our hearts and leaving it behin
AlyssaLeaving Zuri behind is the hardest thing I've ever done. Harder than running from Isaac.Harder than learning I killed a man at seven because my father sold children for a living. Harder than choosing to die if it meant protecting the people I love. Because this...this feels like abandonme
He wants her to suffer first. "And you think any of us could live with that?" I spit. No one tries to step in and soften the blow. Because they know she needed to hear it. She swallows hard. Her voice cracks, but she catches it. "I just... I hate this. People could die because of me. I'm putting