Robyn POVI feel awful. Growing up, I knew my parents tried to shield me from their arguments, but this was something I never knew about. And now, I’m angry at my mom for making it seem like my dad wouldn’t give up the clubs for her and me when she knew he had. He gave it all up, and she cheated. I don’t care if it was part of Don’s plan. She had a choice, and she actually went through with it.She made my dad give up so much of himself, then cheated, like his sacrifices meant nothing to her.“Don’t tell ya mom, Princess. I didn’t want ya to know, and ya shouldn’t have been told,” Dad says, looking at me seriously.“She’s filing for a divorce, Dad,” I say, still in disbelief that she cheated and then lied to me about him.“I figured she would. What happened between us is between us, not you. So don’t brin' it up with her—it’s our issue, not yours.” He looks at me, and I can’t help but laugh bitterly.“How is it not my issue? She lied to me, Dad.”Big King steps in, kissing my cheek. “
Robyn POVHe’s holding it together around her, but anyone who knows him can see he’s barely managing. He’s on the verge of refusing to let her go, or locking her up here and keeping her close. But he knows that would be cruel, and deep down, he respects her need to grow. After Skyla’s stunt, signing the papers without even talking to Big King, he had her living in a hotel a week later. She hasn’t been back since, and he refuses to let her. Then again, that night before she left, I overheard her arguing with King, telling him that Queenie is just an obsession.“Hey,” Queenie’s voice interrupts my thoughts as she stops beside me, offering a smile.“No, I haven’t,” I mutter, and she laughs.“I didn’t even ask,” she says, rolling her eyes.“No, but I knew you were going to, and the answer is no, I haven’t told him.” I sigh, feeling the weight of the secret I’ve been keeping.“Why not? It’s good news, which he could really use right now, considering how much he’s struggling with Ebony leav
Robyn POVI open my mouth to speak, ready to share the thoughts swirling in my mind, but before I can get a word out, Big King sweeps me off my feet, literally.“What are you doing?” I ask, looking down at him, but he just smirks up at me with that mischievous glint in his eyes.“Fucking you, Kitten. It’s been, what, eight hours? I miss it,” he says with a wink, making me laugh despite myself.“We should talk,” I murmur, even as a smile tugs at my lips. There are things on my mind, things I need to say, but his lips are already claiming mine, and his hands are holding me so close I can barely think.“Tomorrow,” he whispers between kisses, his voice low and husky. “Or after. But not now.” One of his hands grips my ass, pulling me tighter against him, while the other tangles in my hair, holding me in place as his mouth moves against mine.“After,” I manage to whisper back, though my voice is shaky with anticipation. He nods, but it’s clear he’s not interested in any more talking.“Not i
Robyn POVI watch his eyes drops from my face, and follow his finger as it strokes down between my breasts before going lower until his fingers push into my pussy. Moaning, my hips push closer to him, as his fingers move slowly.It's almost teasingly, he's going so slow I'm sure he's doing it on purpose. His head rests against mine, before lowering and kissing me. His tongue sweeps around mine, and the kiss becomes more fierce. His fingers moving faster and deeper within me.My hand stays wrapped around his cock, moving over it. Every now and then, his body shudders from the sensation, and he pushes his fingers deeper into me, causing me to cry sightly at the pleasure."Swear down Kitten, I could live so easily never leaving the room and constantly fucking you." He groans, and nips at my lip. His fingers pull from within me, before he grips my hips and lifts me against him.My hand stays on his cock, moving slowly before he lowers me. His cock pushes into my pussy, his hands grasping
Big King POVI had planned to propose to her before Ebony left, but every time I got close, I found myself delaying it. The fear that she might say no gnawed at me, holding me back. I’m not sure how it happened, but somehow, I ended up proposing in the fucking shower. Not exactly the romantic setting I’d envisioned, but there it was. And to my surprise, she said yes.But just as she was about to fall asleep, she whispered something that flipped my world upside down—she’s pregnant. It wasn’t the way she said it, though, that bothered me; it was the timing. The way she dropped that bombshell just before slipping into sleep made me think she was trying to protect herself, to avoid seeing my immediate reaction. It was her safety net, a way to tell me without having to deal with the fallout right away.I’ve wanted her to get pregnant; if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have been fucking her so much without protection. But now that it’s real, the reality of my age comes crashing down on me. I’m not yo
Big King POVRobyn’s strong, but I know she’s got her own fears about this. She’s been through so much, and now, on top of everything else, she’s got to worry about bringing a child into the world. I need to be there for her, not just physically but emotionally, too.King, who’s been quietly processing everything, finally speaks up. “You’re going to be fine, Dad. You and Robyn, you’re going to come out of this great. Neither of you are people to quit easily.”“Thanks, King,” I say, clapping him on the shoulder. “And don’t think that was me letting you off with your issues. You’ve got your own things to figure out, but don’t wait too long. You might miss your chance.”King just nods, a thoughtful look in his eyes. I know he’s got his own battles to fight, and I can’t fight them for him, but I hope he figures it out before it’s too late.“Every now and then, I just have this feeling... I’m not good enough for 'er,” he whispers, his voice tinged with doubt.Joker bursts out laughin'. “We
Robyn’s POVWhen I wake, a smile spreads across my face, feeling Big King’s strong arms wrapped around me. I nestle closer, and his grip tightens in response. I could happily stay here forever, cuddled against him and forgetting about all the crap that has happened recently.“Mornin', Kitten,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. Maybe I woke him when I moved? He kisses my neck, and I tilt my head to give him more access. “We need to talk about last night,” he whispers, and I nod, bracin' myself.“We do. So, is the proposal about getting married soon, or are you thinking of a long engagement?” I ask, uncertain about what he expects. I agreed, but I’m not sure what he really wants.“That can wait. I meant your news.” His hands tighten as he turns me to face him. For a moment, I forgot I even told him. I search his face, trying to read his thoughts, trying to see how he really feels.He doesn’t speak immediately; he just watches me, waiting. With a heavy sigh, I meet his gaze. I woul
Robyng POV“Just listen. If we give up the clubs, we could leave, move somewhere far away where Don might never find us. It’s not guaranteed, of course, he could still track us down for revenge. And if we leave, we can’t come back. It’s all or nothin'. We can’t have one foot in and one foot out; it wouldn’t be right.”He drops his hand, his eyes locking onto mine, waiting. Is he honestly offering for me to leave? I thought he realised I didn't want to leave the clubs. I merely wanted to ensure that I was enough for him.“I don’t want to leave, Big King. I never did. All I ever wanted was to know that I was enough for you to consider leaving the clubs behind. If I wasn’t, there would always be a risk that you could possibly find someone else and leave me for her.”“Are ya sure? Or do ya need time to think it over? Now that ya pregnant, it’s not just 'bout us anymore. It’s not about me. I’m at the bottom of the priority list. What matters most is you and the baby. What kind of life do y
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