Hey loves, sorry for the breaks between chapters lately. I really wish I could write more, it's literally my only escape from how chaotic my life is with two neurodivergent children, but thank you for everyone being so kind and understanding about it. I promise I spend all the free time I have writing, which as you can tell isn't a lot, but I'm just hoping and praying that soon there's some kind of positive, big change in my life so I can bring you guys more content more often *crossing my fingers*
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.
KingThe second Gray drops that name—the name of Alyssa's father-in-law—the room goes dead silent. Alyssa stiffens. Her face drains of color, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her hands curl into fists in her lap. Across from me, Niko, Mason, and I exchange a look, confirming what we already sus
"And you got the clean-up crew in last night?"I tilt my head, an unfriendly smile twitching at my lips. "Did I just start my job yesterday? Of course I fucking did. Or I'd have cleaned up myself."He got an acid bath. No body. No evidence. No trace that he was ever at the clubhouse.Gray processes
AlyssaShit.I told Gray King would figure it out.It hasn't even been twenty-four hours.I don't know what my brother was thinking. He knows King tortures people for a living. He can smell a lie before it even leaves someone's mouth. More than that—he reads me like a book.And right now, that book
I sit up, blinking the fog away as we pull into the lot. "Can I go with you? I need to stretch my legs." And fucking pee. Niko glances at King. "Fine. Five minutes," King says sternly. "Not a second more." Niko nods once. "Heard." "I'm coming with you," Mason says, already sliding the door ope
Mason soon returns to the car, a new pair of keys clutched in his hand. His face is unreadable, but tense. Something else must've happened. He opens the back door and grabs my hand to help me out. "Let's go. I'll fill you in on the bad news once we're out of here." My stomach plummets. Bad news
Alyssa We sit in the car, parked beneath the flickering lights of a gas station that looks like it's two seconds from giving out entirely. It's 2 a.m., freezing outside, and the only reason I'm not shivering is because Niko's got the heater blasting like he's trying to cook us. Mason steps out to
I brought this heat down on us.Fuck. King's gonna kill me.I drag their bodies into the bathroom, wipe down every surface I touch, and shut the door behind me. Then, I glance both ways down the hall. No doors opening. No screaming. The silencer didn't echo loud enough to stir anyone up. But my tho
WarAfter two straight hours of trying to block out the circus act happening next door—moans, groans, skin slapping, and Niko's ridiculous fucking whimpering—I'm ready to put a bullet through my own head. I guess the whole fuck-fest is them "making up" after Alyssa gave them the silent treatment al
We obey.Mason's fingers slide inside her, curling just right, while mine find her clit, circling fast and tight. She whimpers. Then moans. Then screams—loud, guttural, breaking apart in our hands.I glance at the wall, wondering if War's listening.I mean, there's no fucking way he can't hear this.
"Shit," I breathe. "If you're down, I'm down."He straddles me carefully, adjusting with slow movements like he's afraid he'll hurt me. It's kind of nice. But ridiculous, considering how badly I want him to ruin me.His balls drag across my face and fuck, I can't stop myself—my tongue flicks out.
NikolaiMy jaw's clenched so tight I swear I might actually crack a molar.Alyssa's riding Mason like she's got something to prove—like every bounce is laced in vengeance. Her eyes burn with a cold fire, the kind of ruthless command she only pulls out when she's been pushed too far.And God, it's be
He's not off the fucking hook either. I glance back at Niko. He's panting, eyes glassy with lust, still kneeling on the bed like a good little sinner waiting to be pardoned. "Niko," I say, my voice sharper now. Commanding. "Bend over."His brows lift in a flash of surprise. And then... he obeys.