King
Mazikeen is a good liar, shit I had no idea that she was fuckin' married. None whatsoever. I left her in that room and knew tomorrow, I would get more answers.
Climbin' onto the bike, I ride back to the club. I want to find out the truth about her soon-to-be ex-husband. Scrap that shit. I want to find out the truth 'bout her. She married at seventeen, which ain't shit, but considerin' the fact he's like twice her age?
Na, that shit isn't normal. Stopping at the club, I walk in and take my seat.
"Ya late boy, again," my dad, King, looks at me.
"Got shit to sort," I shrug. "What's on topic today?" I ask, tryin' to push the conversation away from me.
"The Bears, that's what." Colt grins.
"Production keeps getting halted 'cause of their problems with local police," Toes speaks, and I laugh.
"We got choices to make, votes to make. Throw the
Maz POVAfter Roseanne saw me, I hid. I came back to the cabin and stayed inside. I call in sick for the next two days. I hate that I'm abandoning my students, especially if no one can take my place and classes are cancelled.I can't risk King seeing me, though. I need to get my shit sorted before speaking to him or seeing him. It was foolish of me to go in when I couldn't cover and hide the bruises, that's for sure.The days go by quickly. Edward keeps calling me, but I ignore him. Based on Julie's message, he showed up at work looking for me as well.Tomorrow is Friday, so I've planned lessons to help catch everyone up on what was missed. I've got no choice but to go in tomorrow.My head snaps up when I hear the knock. No one knows I live here. I stay still and don't move, but I hear the knocking again."Mazikeen, I know you're in there. I can see your car and was told this is where you now live
Maz POVEdward stands smiling at me. I can't go back with him, but I also can't let King see him. I'm stuck right now. The knocking gets louder."Maz, answer the fuckin' door!" King's voice shouts from outside. Slowly, I walk to the door and open it. King smirks at me. "Ya hidin' from me, babe?"My head shakes, and I keep it down. "Busy, that's all," I whisper. He moves and grips my chin to raise my head. His eyes go to my face."What happened? Don't fuckin' lie," he asks, and I glance behind to see bikes and others standing waiting."It doesn't matter now, it's basically healed. You need to leave," I say, and I go to close the door, but his foot gets in the way."He 'ere?""Is who here, King?" I ask."The soon-to-be ex-husband, that's fuckin' who," he shouts, and my head shakes."Not seen him," I reply. His head drops, and he sighs.
Maz POVWe ride inside a compound, and I tap King on the shoulder. This isn't the hospital. I glance across and see the sign. Cursed Kings Garage. I tap him again, and he turns to me."Off ya get, babe. Usually, I would lift ya, but it might make it worse," King says, and I nod, climbing off. I watch as he swings his leg over the bike and gets off.There are so many bikes. His arm wraps around me, and his hand settles on my hip as he guides me towards a building.Cursed Kings MC is written above it."King, you said we are getting me checked?" Why the hell are we here? I feel myself panicking as he pushes the door open, and we step inside.The place is loud, and I thought the last place had a lot of bikers. I was wrong. This place does."Doc," King shouts and waves someone over. Everyone turns and watches us. I shouldn't be here."Ya, good King?" The guy looks at us."Na, follow me," King replie
Maz POVKing stays looking at me, waiting."Look, Edward is someone who believes sex is for creating babies. So no, I never watched porn, King. I barely had sex once we realised us trying to create a baby didn't work," I whisper, and he nods."So you were trying to have a kid together?" He asks."Tried, failed, and my body can't do what most women can," I reply, quickly closing my eyes. Those are Edward's words, not mine."Ya got proof ya can't?" King asks and grips my chin. My mouth opens and closes. "No, so don't fuckin' say that shit again. Don't even think it," he states before kissing down my neck."My brothers want me. Rose is there. Go see her, and my sister will be through soon," he says before stepping back. He guides me to where Roseanne is sitting. "Take care of her for me," King says before walking to where his dad is.Moving, I take a seat. Roseanne looks around the ta
Maz POVBy the time King comes back over, I’m kind of drunk. He picks me up, and I laugh."God, last time I leave her with you, Rose," King says while looking at her."Hey, you will be thankful later. Go have fun," she says and he looks at me confused."Don't ask me. I have no idea. I just drank," I reply, and he laughs. He moves and carries me through the club and into a room. He kicks the door closed behind it and locks it.He releases me, and I pull my clothes off."Babe, behave," King mutters, but I ignore him and strip entirely, moving to his clothes next."You said later, it's later, so fuck me," I whisper and pull his jeans open. He stands looking at me while laughing. Ignoring him, I remove his jacket and then pull his shirt off."Babe, calm the fuck down," he whispers, and my head shakes. I kiss his neck, and move down, as I kiss along his chest, I push his je
MAZ POVMy thoughts ran away with me while I was showering, and now, well, I need him again. Walking out, he’s laid back on the bed. Walking to him, I climb onto him. My lips find his and he moans while wrapping his arms around me.My hands wrap around his cock, before he grips them and stops me.“Please?” I pout and look at him.“Shit. No. Babes, ya gonna be late for work, and if I fuck ya again, I ain’t stoppin’. Tonight, I swear,” he kisses me and pushes me off him. I watch as he walks through to shower.Sighing, I grab my clothes and get dressed. He walks back through and smirks at me.“How are we doing this, King? My car is at home.” He brought me here on his bike.“You can come on my bike. I’ll drop ya off after,” he says as he grabs his jacket and puts it on.“People will see us, Kin
Maz POVWalking into the class, I go to my desk, and everyone looks at me.“You’re late today, Miss,” Jessica looks at me.“I apologise. Okay, let’s do a recap today and see what you all remember,” I say and sit before opening the laptop.“Ya alright, Miss?” King looks at me, and I nod. “Don’t look it.”“I’m fine, King. Focus, please,” I reply. He nods but watches me throughout the entire class. Towards the end, I give them a task that doesn’t involve me so I can prepare for King’s questions.Something I know he will have. My eyes glance down and stop at the paper. I look up, and King is staring at the papers in front of him in concentration.I know I need to stop calling him a boy. He isn’t. The age difference between me and King is nothing compared to the age difference between me and Edwa
Maz POVI pull into the compound and stop the car. As I get out, a guy looks at me and laughs.“Na, ya would be best just scrappin’ that shit. It’s old. The cost for the windows alone ain’t worth it,” the guy calls over while laughing.“Well, I don’t want a new car, thanks. I like this one,” I shout in reply. He stands and walks to me while wiping his hands. I watch as he paces around the car and glances at it.“Shit isn’t worth it. The amount ya would pay for the windows and lights could get another one of these in better condition,” he mutters and kicks the wheel.“Well, I already said I want this one,” I snap back, feeling annoyed. If I get a new car, it tells Edward he won. I won’t let him fucking win.“Look, is King here?” I ask. He looks at me, amused. “He told me to bring i
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