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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
I never thought they'd actually propose—or actually want to be married.Especially King.But he did say one day he wanted me to have his ring and property patch. I guess that day is today.I try to keep it together—really fucking try—but the grin's already pulling at my mouth."Don't you think this
AlyssaThe house we pull up to hours later actually looks... normal.Not some abandoned, half-collapsed shithole like I'd pictured. No broken windows. No graffiti. No front door hanging off the hinges. Just a small, weathered house tucked in the woods, its cracked driveway swallowed by weeds, a wra
The van rumbles low behind us.Somewhere in the distance, police sirens whisper on the wind."Can I kiss you?" he asks, his voice rough around the edges. Holy shit. Was he just asking the guys for permission to ask me?"Okay," I breathe.His mouth claims mine—slow, bruising, deliberate. Nothing li
AlyssaThe container door stays shut after they leave me with Gray, not wanting me to inhale any more fumes. Gray shifts restlessly beside me, having already ordered the other Reapers guarding the perimeter to clear out. He's ready to get the hell out of here, but we have to wait for the guys to fi
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