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
A slow, wicked grin tugs at his lips, completely unapologetic. "Probably. But still." His gaze rakes over me again, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip as he eyes me like he's already imagining every way he's going to make me come. "You took care of King. Mace and I call dibs next. Tonight."-
I have no choice but to hide it.I just hope they'll understand that in the end.But just as I part my lips to say something—still not knowing exactly what it is, a sharp knock echoes through the house.Gray.Right on time.Mason rises smoothly, his posture relaxed but alert, and heads to the door.
Alyssa "Congratulations, Alyssa. I hope you and Isaac are very happy together," Mom says, her voice tender with emotion as she pulls me into a tight embrace. "Thanks, mom." I give her a gentle yet firm squeeze, afraid that if I let go, she'll fall or something. She's too sick to be standing up r
Alyssa Niko isn't as much of an asshole as King, but he still makes it his mission to piss me off. He's a little smaller and less muscular than King, with spiky, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Like usual, he wears a blue bandanna around his head, even dressed in a black suit. Mason, on the ot
I have no choice but to hide it.I just hope they'll understand that in the end.But just as I part my lips to say something—still not knowing exactly what it is, a sharp knock echoes through the house.Gray.Right on time.Mason rises smoothly, his posture relaxed but alert, and heads to the door.
A slow, wicked grin tugs at his lips, completely unapologetic. "Probably. But still." His gaze rakes over me again, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip as he eyes me like he's already imagining every way he's going to make me come. "You took care of King. Mace and I call dibs next. Tonight."-
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
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.
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
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
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
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
"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