Krystie POVAs we leave the hospital, I grip onto Joker tightly as we ride through the streets. The hum of the bike beneath us vibrates through my body, but my mind is far from at ease. There are so many questions spinning in my head, all of them centering around him. I barely know him, and yet, here I am, clinging to his back like he’s my anchor. What the hell am I doing?I’ve only seen glimpses of his world. His people—these men he surrounds himself with—they seem tight-knit. Almost like a family, even if they’re a little... intense. Ebony always had something good to say about them. She’s praised them more times than I can count, especially Joker. Her eyes would light up when she talked about him. But I wonder... does she truly understand him?As the bike roars down the street, I feel Joker’s hand sliding down, gently guiding mine until it settles between his legs. I chuckle under my breath. He’s fucking crazy. Even with everything going on, he’s constantly thinking about sex. I mi
Krystie POV“Mine,” he growls against my lips as he thrusts into me, each movement rough, fast, and desperate.It’s almost too much. He fucks me with the same wild intensity he lives his life—no inhibitions, no control, just raw, animalistic need. I claw at his back, digging my nails into his skin, and he hisses in pleasure.“More, Tiny Demon,” he grunts, thrusting harder. “Give me more.”I obey, raking my nails down his back, and he groans, his pace quickening. My legs wrap around him, pulling him closer, deeper, as the pleasure builds inside me once more.He’s relentless, his body moving with a rhythm that’s both chaotic and perfectly timed, driving me to the edge of another orgasm. I can barely think, my mind clouded with pleasure and the sound of his growls and grunts in my ear.“Mine,” he repeats, his voice a low snarl as he slams into me harder, sending me spiraling over the edge.I scream his name, my body convulsing as the orgasm tears through me, but he doesn’t stop for long.
Joker POVI wake up, the remnants of last night clingin' to the edges of my mind like shadows that won’t quite fade. The chaos never stops, ya see. Even in sleep, it gnaws at me, scratches at the walls of my skull until I’m forced to open my eyes, forced to deal with the insanity that is this life. I turn over, and there she is, my Tiny Demon. Her body is draped across the bed, all soft skin and warmth, but she’s groanin', whinin' about needin' more sleep. Not today. No, today we need to get movin'.She walks to the shower, mutterin' and complainin'. I reach out, almost on instinct, but I stop myself because I know the truth. If I get in that shower with her, if I let myself get distracted, we’re not leavin'. We’ll never leave. And that? That’s not an option today.King’s been goin' on and on 'bout gettin' back to the club. Why? Who the hell knows. He’s got this strange thin' right now, and I can't put my finger on it. I don’t really care, but I know I should pretend to. I have to kee
Joker POVThis should be quick!“Where are the kids? I’m hungry, so make it quick,” I say, tryin’ to keep the impatience from bubblin' over into rage.“Get fucked,” Andy spits, his lip curlin' into a sneer. “She can’t just walk back into our lives after years and expect me to give her anything.”The laugh that escapes me isn’t even human. It’s this wild, unhinged cackle that echoes in the room and sends a shiver through everyone. I’m on the edge—that edge—and I can feel it pullin' me closer, draggin' me down. But just as I’m about to lash out, the door creaks open.We all turn in unison, like predators catchin' the scent of prey. It’s an old woman, standin' there frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide as saucers. She looks like she’s walked into the wrong nightmare.“Out you go,” I whisper in a voice far too calm for the storm ragin' inside me. The woman hesitates for a heartbeat, and for a second, I think she might refuse. Then she bolts, scurryin' out like a mouse escapin' the cat’s c
Krystie POVThey shot him, like it was nothing. Within a second, he was dead on the floor.Joker pulls me into the kitchen, and my legs feel unsteady, my mind reeling from what just happened. The kitchen is dimly lit, a far cry from the sterile, organized spaces I’m used to. This place reeks of neglect—faded tiles, once white but now stained with years of grime, line the floor, and the countertops are cluttered with random junk. Empty cans, half-eaten food, and the distinct smell of old grease fill the air. It’s like no one’s bothered to clean up in years. There’s a flickering fluorescent light above us, casting a sickly glow over the dingy space. The cabinets hang crookedly on their hinges, and the small refrigerator hums loudly in the corner, sounding like it’s on its last legs.What the hell? This house is huge, and luxurious and he's destroyed it, literally. He was never this messy when we lived together. But based on this room alone, he isn't good at cleaning any more.I feel a w
Krystie POVJoker’s wide grin melts something deep inside me. I can’t make sense of him—never have, and I probably never will. But there’s something about him, something that just clicks in a way nothing else does. Like right now, even though this situation is completely insane, out of place, totally inappropriate, it still makes sense. Maybe that’s why I can’t pull away. This craziness, this chaos, it’s who he is, and somehow, I’ve fallen right into it.His head lowers again, and his tongue drags along my pussy, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I gasp, my legs trembling as his grip tightens on my hips, pulling me closer to him, like he can’t get enough. His intensity is overwhelming, and the rest of the world fades away. I can hear muffled voices in the distance, but they don’t matter. Nothing does except for the heat building between us, the way he’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My mind goes hazy as the pleasure intensifies, my body trembling, begging for rele
Krystie POVSighing, I slide around Joker’s body until I’m facing him, straddling the bike as I remove my helmet with a slow, deliberate motion. I smirk at him, trying to break through the barrier he’s thrown up around himself. It’s like he’s retreated somewhere far away, somewhere I can’t reach. The Joker I know, the one who’s wild and chaotic, is gone, replaced by this silent version of him that feels... wrong. It’s unsettling. Almost scary. Big King’s words must’ve pushed him back into some place from his childhood, someplace where the darkness swallowed him whole.“We’ll meet you there,” Doc shouts, and the sound of the other bikes fades as they disappear down the road, leaving just the two of us in the strange quiet.“Put your helmet on so we can go,” Joker says, his voice too calm, too flat. His words don’t carry that usual spark, that manic energy I’ve grown used to.I shake my head, refusing to obey, and lift my hands to his helmet, removing it slowly. His eyes meet mine, and
Joker POVThe bike hums beneath me, but my mind’s elsewhere, and the ride back is gonna take longer than usual—longer than I want it to. Normally, I’d push straight through, not stoppin’ until we’re back at the club, but I can’t this time. I glance back, feel Krystie’s arms around me, but there’s a hollowness in 'er grip. She’s quiet, too quiet, and it’s a silence that gnaws at me. The kind that seeps into ya bones and makes everything feel off.I stop for food, the crew pullin' in behind me. Everyone’s laughin’ and jokin’ at the table, but she’s gone somewhere in her head. That faraway look in 'er eyes—I hate it. It’s not somethin’ I like seein’, not on 'er. It scares me more than any threat could. She looks lost, like she’s driftin’ through space, and I know it ain’t just the kids. It’s deeper than that. Wesley, the life she left behind, the life she’s still tryin’ to shake.I ain’t stupid. I know nothin’ I say will change her mind. She’s already decided that leavin’ her kids behind
Caleb’s POVThe roar of the bikes fills the air as we pull up to the clubhouse. It’s been months since the twins were born, and life hasn’t slowed down for a second. I park my bike and glance over at King, who’s smirking like he’s already a step ahead of me. He probably is. He’s been in a good place lately—focused, lighter even. It’s strange to see after everything, but I can’t complain. He’s my brother, and for the first time in years, it feels like we’re truly in sync.The twins have turned our world upside down in the best way. Queenie’s 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 it’s overwhelming sometimes, it’s everything I didn’t know I wanted.I step off my bike and stretch. King does the same, then glances at me with a grin. “Ready for today?”“Yeah,” I reply, though my voice fe
King’s POVIt’s been two months since we found out Queenie was having girls—twins. 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 “calm” isn’t exactly the word I’d use to describe this club or my family.I’ve been spendin' more time with Kian. It’s something I should’ve 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 is—a sharp, thoughtful kid with a wicked sense of humor. He’s not a biker, not in the traditional sense, but he’s found his place here. He’s good with numbers, helping with the financial side of things, and he’s got this way of readin' people that reminds me of his mom.He’s been givin' me shit lately, though. “Finally realized I exist, huh?” he joked a few weeks ago when I i
Queenie’s 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. They’re so in sync now, their bond stronger than it’s ever been, and it’s a relief to see the tension that once lingered between them completely gone.King laughs at something Caleb says, and it’s such a genuine, carefree sound that I find myself smiling too. I still can’t believe how far he’s come. The darkness that used to grip him so tightly seems to have loosened its hold. It’s not gone entirely—I doubt it ever will be—but it’s no longer the thing that defines him. He’s lighter now, freer, and seeing him like this makes me love him even more.We’ve been staying at the club more than the cabin these past few months, something I never thought I’d be okay with. When King first suggested splitting our time between here and t
CalebShe’s a menace. A complete and utter menace. But God help me, I can’t resist her, not when she’s looking at me like that. The way she bites her lip and presses against me, whispering my name like it’s a plea and a command all at once—I’m 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. She’s soft, all curves and fire, and I’m reminded just how good it feels to have her like this. Like she’s mine. Like there’s no one else in the world.“Queenie,” 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. “We’re going to be late for everything, you know that, right?”Her laugh is breathless, filled with mischief. “Worth it,” she says again, her voice low and teasing, and it’s 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 hadn’t 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 there’s 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 me—but did I escalate things? My thoughts spiral until I glance over to Caleb Jr.’s crib and notice it’s empty. My heart skips a beat as I sit up in a panic.“Rose and Maz have 'im,” King mutters groggily beside me. His voice is thick with sleep, and he doesn’t even open his eyes. “He woke up around half six, wanted to play, so they took him.”Relief washes over me as I let out a long breath and flop back down beside him.“How are ya feeling?” he asks quietly, turning his head to look at me
King’s 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 wasn’t 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. “We’re stayin' at the club tonight,” I explain to Caleb and Queenie, who both nod in agreement.The ride back feels heavier, quieter, as if we’re all lost in our thoughts. Queenie holds onto Caleb, her grip tighter than usual, while I keep glancin' over to make sure she’s 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
Caleb’s POVAs we step out of the club, Honey’s voice cuts through the cool night air. “Why is Delcote back in town?” 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. “I saw his car near the college earlier today.”Her words feel like a punch to the gut. I stop dead in my tracks, turning to meet King’s gaze. His expression mirrors mine—panic mixed with raw anger. His fists clench at his sides as his jaw tightens.“What did ya just say?” King growls, his voice low and dangerous.Honey raises an eyebrow, sensing the change in the air. “I saw his car near the campus,” she repeats slowly, looking between us. “What’s going on?”Before either of us can answer, Dad stops behind us, his voice booming as he barks orders. “Rose! Maz!” he calls out and I see them coming to the door. “Keep the baby with you. Don’t leave the club for anythin'. Got it?”Rose’s arms tighten around baby Caleb instinctive
Queenie’s POVThe end of the workday couldn’t come fast enough. I step outside, shivering as the cool air nips at my skin. My eyes scan the parking lot, but there’s no sign of King’s bike or Caleb’s. My brows furrow in confusion. They said they’d pick me up—didn’t 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 POV“I don’t want it,” Caleb mutters after a beat, his voice low but firm. Everyone stares at him, stunned. “I didn’t bring up that shit to get a shot at taking over. Right now, I don’t want it. I don’t want to be stuck here constantly, not when Queenie…” He trails off, realizin' he’s said too much.“Not when Queenie what?” Ink’s sharp tone cuts through the tension like a knife.Caleb sighs heavily, his hands runnin' through his hair. “Not when things are finally settlin' down. I don’t want to be tied 'ere and have 'er back at the cabin, never seein' each other.”Dad’s expression hardens. “Then why the fuck bring it up if ya didn’t want to take over?”I groan, hatin' the way this is spiraling. “He didn’t bring it up to take over,” I snap, tryin' to shield Caleb from the risin' tension. “He told Queenie, and Queenie told me. I asked him about it—he wasn’t plannin' on makin' it public.”My dad glares at both of us, frustration clear.Before he can argue I talk again. “Even if he di