King POVStanding, he listens. "Where and when?" he asks. He listens and looks at me. On our way, did ya see anyone with them?" he asks and waits. Right, bye.""What?" Standing, I wait."Two bikes were seen on the other end of town. The Bear's patch on them, so we're going that way to see if we can see her," he walks out, and I follow. Half an hour later, we have checked the area, but there are no signs of them.No signs of Maz or anything. Surely she wouldn't get on one of the bikes? My phone rings, and I relax, seeing her name.“Babe? Where the fuck are you? We found the car crashed, and the driver said you had flagged down a truck and got in it!” Did she really get in a fuckin' truck?“I-” Her word is broken and ends in a sob.“Babe, where are you?” I shout.“At Edwards.""Fuck, she's at Edwards," I didn't think of there, why hadn't I?“Can you get out?” I ask as we climb onto the bikes.“Yes,”I relax hearing her reply. “Then get out. We’re on our way.”“I shot him, King,” she cri
Maz POVI hated the idea that their mark was on me. I knew a tattoo would cover it, but I would always know that beneath that tattoo was the patch for The Bears.There was no way I was living with that on my body, so I was ready to cut it myself and change it. I knew King didn't want to, but he wouldn't let me.He got up and walked out, and I felt like I was about to lose him. Sitting, I waited, and when I heard the door open, I watched as Doc and Big King walked in. I was hoping it would be King."Let's get it stitched up. It's gonna hurt Maz unless ya wanna go to the hospital. They will have shit to numb the area," Doc looks at me."If I can get through the original thing, I can survive you stitching it. Thanks, Doc," I smile at him and turn to look at Big King. Doc starts cleaning the cut."Is King Okay?" I ask."Not sure, he left. He just needs space, Maz. It won't have been easy for him to do it, but I get it. Leaving it regardless of how it is covered, ya will know it's there."
Maz POV"You answer, and I will tell them to take you to the hospital. I promise you, Edward," I smile at him. He looks at me with suspicion. Big King glares at me, and I shake my head. I know how to get him to believe me. Walking over, I kneel in front of him."You never hurt me, Edward, not until recently, and I accept that is down to my behaviour. So if you answer their questions and mine, I will make sure you get the help needed," I smile at him, and he nods. Moving, he grasps my hand."Thank you, my love. You always did care about everyone around you," he smiles, and I nod."What is the plan, Edward? You said that you taking me wasn't it, so what is it?" I ask."Would you come back?" He asks, and I stare at him. "If I promised you would be safe, would you return?""That depends, Edward. Right now, I don't know what the plan is," I argue."To claim what is ours. We take you, Mazikeen. We keep you; if they want you back, they leave this town and give it to us," he smiles. "You were
Maz POVI wake up in King's arms. His hand is settled on my hip above the bandage. I hate myself for letting him do that, but he wouldn't let me do it to myself.Today, I need to sort things out. I know that I need to go and see my mother and father, speak to them about everything that has happened, and make them aware that they don't own me.Doing so, though, won't be easy. I have a feeling that King will fight me on it and refuse to let me go. I can't blame him. They live in the town where The Bears are."We're going to be looking for her today," King says, and I turn in his arms so that I'm facing him."What do you know about her?" I ask."We caught her sneaking outta the garage with tools in her jacket. I offered to feed her and shit, and she agreed. At least once a month, she showed up and tried to steal shit. So we would give her food or cash, whatever she needed."So she's been alone for months then, struggling for the basic things?"She's wild, stabbed Doc twice now." He laugh
King *This chapters contains scenes of abuse, torture and r*peWe have found a few people who have mentioned seein' Maz's daughter. Yet when we get there, she hasn't been for weeks. She's movin' constantly, that is clear.She's not stayin' in one place, likely because she knows she will be found if she does. I hate this right now, as it makes it harder to find her."Anything?" My dad stops next to me, and I shake my head."Fuck all, was here a week ago, so we're getting closer. We need to figure out where she stayed after here," I explain, and he nods."So far, she's using her age to get brought into houses. Most of 'em have their own kids, so we're looking for parents and grandparents—people who see her and want to protect her because she's so young," Doc speaks, and I nod.He's right, but that's more than half the fucking town, so it doesn't help in findin' her at all.My phone chimes, and I grab it.Would love a cuddle or more...Feel alone. God, and miss your body xI laugh at the
King *This chapter contains similar themes to the previous*I fuckin' hate this. I hate that I can't just cuddle her and fix the situation. All I want is to cuddle and tell her she's safe, but she's fuckin' not, and it's my fault.Every choice I have made is coming back to haunt me. I should have had Tony tied up at the compound, and then Maz wouldn't have gone home. I should have taken her home today, and then I would have walked in and told her to run.If I had refused to look for her daughter, she would have been at the compound with me, safe. Every choice I've made in the last few days has led to this.Nothing, there's nothing I can do to fix this. To save her, and I fuckin' hate it.I watch the guy hit her."Stop! There's no fuckin' reason to hit. She isn't even fightin'!" I scream and glare at Don."Oh, but it's fun, King." Don laughs and leans closer. "We ain't even got the best part yet; they were told to save that for me. I wanted it first," he foretold, and my body ran cold.
MazikeenWhen I wake up, I'm in a hospital; I know it is before I open my eyes. The smell instantly reminds me of one, not to mention the brightness, even with my eyes closed.Slowly opening my eyes, I look around, expecting to see King. Instead, I see Doc and Big King leaning against the wall, chatting away."Where's King?" I can't remember what happened. "Where is he?" I ask. I know they planned to kill him after, but I'm hoping they didn't."He's safe, don't worry. He was arrested," Big King sighs."What? Why?" Why would they arrest him?"They wanted him to go ask some question, he agreed but shouldered Delcote, so they are tryin' to get him on resistin' arrest and assault it won't stick," Big King states."I'll send Emma in," Big King walks out, and Doc walks to me. He sits beside me."Ya have a few stitches on ya wrists and ankles where the barbed wire went too far in," he explains, and I nod."And King?" I ask, more bothered about him.Doc laughs. "Fuck Maz, ya in hospital and a
Maz POVI go through the back of the building and into King's room, where Doc is standing outside."I'll stay outside the room, Maz, don't worry. No one can get in any way without us knowing. For now, though, 'till King comes back, I'll stay outside for ya so ya feel safe," he smiles at me, and I relax."Thanks, Doc," I say while hugging him before going into the room. Walking to the shower, I step in and let the water wash over me. The heat helps my sore and tense muscles.I spend too long getting washed and ready because I'm nervous and scared. I have no idea what she has been told or how she feels. So, meeting her now? I'm not sure if I am ready to.Opening the door, Doc is standing and waiting."Sorry, Doc," I whisper, feeling like a fool for not feeling safe when the entire compound is full of bikers."No, sorry is needed, Maz. Don't blame ya for not feeling safe. Just remember, everyone 'ere wants to protect ya," he smiles at me, and I nod. Walking through, Rose gets up and rush
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