This book contains four interconnected stories, each filled with forbidden desires, age gap, dangerous secrets, and the raw intensity of love in the MC world. đ„ Book 1: King, the son of an MC president, transfers to a university closer to the club, drawn to something he canât explainâthe quiet, innocent professor, Maz. But Mazâs life is anything but simple. Trapped in a loveless marriage and haunted by a dark past, sheâs resigned herself to the cycleâuntil King steps in. Heâs more than just her student. Heâs the chaos that could set her free⊠and the man ready to claim her as his own. đ„ Book 2: Big King, the ruthless MC leader and Kingâs father, made a promise to get his best friendâs daughter out of a bad situation. But he never expected to fall for her himself. Sheâs off-limits, the daughter of his locked-up brother, Joker. But when desire ignites, lines blur, and the only thing left is to face the fallout. And Joker? Heâs not the kind of man to take betrayal lightly. đ„ Book 3: Joker is out of prison, back on the road, and checking in on Big Kingâs daughterâuntil he crosses paths with the woman who consumes him. Unhinged and unapologetic, he becomes obsessed with her, dubbing her his little demon. But Jokerâs love comes with a priceâa thirst for Kirsty and the blood of anyone who stands in his way. đ„ Book 4: The cycle comes full circle. King and Mazâs love story isnât over. But being a twin means thereâs one more piece to their puzzle, turning their duo into an unexpected trio. Some bonds are meant to be brokenâothers are meant to be shared.
Lihat lebih banyakCalebâs POVThe roar of the bikes fills the air as we pull up to the clubhouse. Itâs been months since the twins were born, and life hasnât slowed down for a second. I park my bike and glance over at King, whoâs smirking like heâs already a step ahead of me. He probably is. Heâs been in a good place latelyâfocused, lighter even. Itâs strange to see after everything, but I canât complain. Heâs my brother, and for the first time in years, it feels like weâre truly in sync.The twins have turned our world upside down in the best way. Queenieâs been handling everything like a pro, balancing the chaos of our family with the chaos of club life. Baby Caleb is toddling around like he owns the place, and the twins, Ruby and Daisy, are always keeping us on our toes. Life is full, and though itâs overwhelming sometimes, itâs everything I didnât know I wanted.I step off my bike and stretch. King does the same, then glances at me with a grin. âReady for today?ââYeah,â I reply, though my voice fe
Kingâs POVItâs been two months since we found out Queenie was having girlsâtwins. Two months of chaos, laughter, and a whole lot of learnin'. Sittin' on the clubhouse steps with a cup of coffee in my hand, I let my thoughts drift. Life feels different now. Better, maybe. Calmer. Though âcalmâ isnât exactly the word Iâd use to describe this club or my family.Iâve been spendin' more time with Kian. Itâs something I shouldâve done years ago but never did. I was too wrapped up in myself, in the club, in provin' I was the best choice for Prez. Kian was always just the kid in the background. Now, I see him for who he isâa sharp, thoughtful kid with a wicked sense of humor. Heâs not a biker, not in the traditional sense, but heâs found his place here. Heâs good with numbers, helping with the financial side of things, and heâs got this way of readin' people that reminds me of his mom.Heâs been givin' me shit lately, though. âFinally realized I exist, huh?â he joked a few weeks ago when I i
Queenieâs POVSix months. It feels like a lifetime ago and yet just yesterday that everything changed. Lying here waiting for the woman to do the scan, I watch King and Caleb as they stand together. The sight makes my heart swell in a way I never thought possible. Theyâre so in sync now, their bond stronger than itâs ever been, and itâs a relief to see the tension that once lingered between them completely gone.King laughs at something Caleb says, and itâs such a genuine, carefree sound that I find myself smiling too. I still canât believe how far heâs come. The darkness that used to grip him so tightly seems to have loosened its hold. Itâs not gone entirelyâI doubt it ever will beâbut itâs no longer the thing that defines him. Heâs lighter now, freer, and seeing him like this makes me love him even more.Weâve been staying at the club more than the cabin these past few months, something I never thought Iâd be okay with. When King first suggested splitting our time between here and t
CalebSheâs a menace. A complete and utter menace. But God help me, I canât resist her, not when sheâs looking at me like that. The way she bites her lip and presses against me, whispering my name like itâs a plea and a command all at onceâIâm a goner.Her lips are on mine, hot and demanding, and my hands move instinctively, sliding over her to feel the warmth of her skin. Sheâs soft, all curves and fire, and Iâm reminded just how good it feels to have her like this. Like sheâs mine. Like thereâs no one else in the world.âQueenie,â I murmur against her mouth, trying to find some semblance of control. My hands tighten on her waist, holding her still as she grinds against me, her body determined to undo whatever resolve I have left. âWeâre going to be late for everything, you know that, right?âHer laugh is breathless, filled with mischief. âWorth it,â she says again, her voice low and teasing, and itâs all the encouragement I need.Flipping her onto her back, I pin her beneath me, my
Queenie POVI wake up wedged between Caleb and King, feeling the weight of yesterday pressing on my chest. My mind replays everything in vivid detail, questioning every moment. If I hadnât fought, would Delcote have still searched me? Or was it all just a punishment for not complying? He left me with my phone, almost as if he wanted me to panic.Then thereâs the question of whether kicking his seat and enraging him had been a smart move. Sure, it made him stop, and that gave them the chance to find meâbut did I escalate things? My thoughts spiral until I glance over to Caleb Jr.âs crib and notice itâs empty. My heart skips a beat as I sit up in a panic.âRose and Maz have 'im,â King mutters groggily beside me. His voice is thick with sleep, and he doesnât even open his eyes. âHe woke up around half six, wanted to play, so they took him.âRelief washes over me as I let out a long breath and flop back down beside him.âHow are ya feeling?â he asks quietly, turning his head to look at me
Kingâs POVAs we leave the hospital, the nurse hands me a printout of the ultrasound. The blurry black-and-white image of two tiny figures takes my breath away. Twins. I stare at it for a moment, the reality sinkin' in. This wasnât how I imagined gettin' 'er checked would go, but here we are. Sliding the picture into my jacket pocket, I pull out my phone and shoot a quick message to Rose, askin' 'er to grab the portable crib and a bag of essentials from the cabin. âWeâre stayin' at the club tonight,â I explain to Caleb and Queenie, who both nod in agreement.The ride back feels heavier, quieter, as if weâre all lost in our thoughts. Queenie holds onto Caleb, her grip tighter than usual, while I keep glancin' over to make sure sheâs okay. The wind whips around us, but the silence between us speaks louder than anything.When we finally arrive at the club, the warm light spillin' from the windows feels oddly comfortin'. The moment we walk through the doors, Queenie makes a beeline for ba
Calebâs POVAs we step out of the club, Honeyâs voice cuts through the cool night air. âWhy is Delcote back in town?â she asks, her casual tone sharp against the tension bubbling inside me. She leans casually against her car, her eyes narrowing as she looks at us. âI saw his car near the college earlier today.âHer words feel like a punch to the gut. I stop dead in my tracks, turning to meet Kingâs gaze. His expression mirrors mineâpanic mixed with raw anger. His fists clench at his sides as his jaw tightens.âWhat did ya just say?â King growls, his voice low and dangerous.Honey raises an eyebrow, sensing the change in the air. âI saw his car near the campus,â she repeats slowly, looking between us. âWhatâs going on?âBefore either of us can answer, Dad stops behind us, his voice booming as he barks orders. âRose! Maz!â he calls out and I see them coming to the door. âKeep the baby with you. Donât leave the club for anythin'. Got it?âRoseâs arms tighten around baby Caleb instinctive
Queenieâs POVThe end of the workday couldnât come fast enough. I step outside, shivering as the cool air nips at my skin. My eyes scan the parking lot, but thereâs no sign of Kingâs bike or Calebâs. My brows furrow in confusion. They said theyâd pick me upâdidnât they?I wait a few minutes, pacing slightly, trying to keep warm. Pulling out my phone, I dial Caleb first. No answer. I try King next, but it goes straight to voicemail. A frustrated sigh escapes me, and I glance up and down the street. No way am I waiting. I begin walking, deciding it will be quicker than waiting if they have totally forgotten me.The walk home feels longer than it should. My feet ache from a long shift, and the chill in the air creeps through my jacket. I forgot my purse at home this morning, so no money for a taxi or bus. Just me and the quiet streets.The faint sound of an engine behind me draws my attention. I glance back, squinting under the dim glow of a streetlamp. A patrol car slows, rolling up bes
King POVâI donât want it,â Caleb mutters after a beat, his voice low but firm. Everyone stares at him, stunned. âI didnât bring up that shit to get a shot at taking over. Right now, I donât want it. I donât want to be stuck here constantly, not when QueenieâŠâ He trails off, realizin' heâs said too much.âNot when Queenie what?â Inkâs sharp tone cuts through the tension like a knife.Caleb sighs heavily, his hands runnin' through his hair. âNot when things are finally settlin' down. I donât want to be tied 'ere and have 'er back at the cabin, never seein' each other.âDadâs expression hardens. âThen why the fuck bring it up if ya didnât want to take over?âI groan, hatin' the way this is spiraling. âHe didnât bring it up to take over,â I snap, tryin' to shield Caleb from the risin' tension. âHe told Queenie, and Queenie told me. I asked him about itâhe wasnât plannin' on makin' it public.âMy dad glares at both of us, frustration clear.Before he can argue I talk again. âEven if he di
The character King and others do speak in slang. These are not grammar/spelling mistakes. Throwing my bags in the car I get in and begin to drive home. I hate that my phone is so low. I need some sort of noise to distract and silence my mind.There's nothing, though, and the sound of the car doesn't make much difference either. I know what I am about to go home to, and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to anything right now in my life.When I married at seventeen, my parents said we were the perfect coupleâwell-suited and amazing. My brother told me I was a fool, and I now wonder if he was right.You see, my mother prepared and taught me to be the perfect housewife. She wanted me to marry a good man, someone with standing within the community, and she succeeded. Being seventeen, I didn't realise what was going on; I just relished the attention he gave me.Me sixteen, him thirty. I saw nothing wrong with it as my parents welcomed him with open arms and introduced ...
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