Maz POVI stayed in King's arms, and I know I reacted. I told myself I would fall for Delcote's attempts, and I did. It's a good job that King had walked towards us at that moment.If not, I'm sure I would be sitting in a cell right now for attacking him."What did he say to get ya to want to rip his eyes out, babes?" He peers down at me."He mentioned how much Maz looked like me when I was her age. Then he said the war between the clubs, what to say that she won't find herself in the same position I had when I was fourteen."I feel his body go rigid. He stares down at me."Gotta make a call, babe," he says, and I grab him before he can walk off."For?" I ask."Ian Westmund is the sergeant and helps us. He's above Delcote. I'm going to speak to him and make sure he's aware of it. Usually, Delcote pushes, but nothing comes from it," he shrugs, and I nod."So what? You're hoping that speaking to this Ian guy will get Delcote to stop?" I don't think it will work."No, I'm tellin' him I'm
Maz POVKing begins to rush towards me, but before he can get to me, Skin is thrown to the floor, and they flood the place. They don't waste time before throwing everyone to the floor.I feel someone drag me out from around the kitchen, their feet sweeping my legs from under me, so I fall.I hear King swear and shouting before grunting, turning my head I try and see him but can't."Mazikeen, right?" The voice has me turning. A woman smiles down at me. "I need to know where your husband is,""Ex-husband!" I shout."Legally, you're still married. He was a powerful man, a good man, and no one can find him," she peers down at me. I see the police walking through, searching everything. "Maybe I should ask your daughter if she knows?""Fuck you, she's a kid you can't!" I shout and groan as she kicks me.I can hear King shouting again to leave me alone."Keep fucking doing it, please. Leave evidence of you putting your hands on me as I will press charges," I glare at her, and she laughs."I'
Maz POVI leave and walk home to my place, not the club. Everything she said has put so much doubt in my mind. I know that it's ridiculous, but she's right. I was living in a bubble, believing that this could work. This can't work. That's proven already.King is young, not even twenty. Why the hell would he choose one woman over the freedom of having multiple each week? No one would, and I feel like he will regret his choice of only having me soon. I also don't know how to feel about him sleeping with so many women, especially those at the club.I never asked or considered it, but he's slept with a lot of the women at the club. Women I have spoken to, who I know he spends time with alone when I'm not there. What happens when I'm gone? Which of those women will he let into his bed next month when he's bored of simply old me?The doubt keeps building, and now I'm wondering how I am any different from Edward. King's still young and should be enjoying his life.He shouldn't be focusing on
Maz POVI laugh at his words and step closer. "No, it's the fucking same King! I'm accepting a job offer in Canada," I say, and his eyes widen.He laughs and stares at me. "Ya gonna fuckin' run!""I'm not running," I'm walking."No, ya runnin'. A slight bit of trouble, and you're runnin'. Ya making a shit excuse 'cause ya fuckin' scared Maz.""No, I'm not!" He doesn't know that."Yeah, ya are. Ya fuckin' scared, and rather than stickin' at it, ya gonna run. Ya stuck around for a fuckin' fake ass marriage for ten years but can't cope a few months in the real world," he roars.His words hit me hard, and I step back."My marriage wasn't fake, King!" I shout back, and he laughs."No, 'cause ya really fuckin' loved him, right? Ya wanted to be there. Ya were free to do as ya wanted and choose what ya wanted, right? Don't fuckin' take me for a fool, Maz. What the fuck is going on?""This." I throw my hands up. "All this King. I thought I could do it, but I fucking can't! The club is amazing,
Maz POVSilence engulfs the entire space around us. I'm not sure what to say. I didn't know, and I had no idea. In my mind, he slept with women because he could.He did it for fun and to enjoy himself. I never expected that answer from him. He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him."I don't know how or why you. I don't want to question why. I'm just fuckin' grateful for ya. That first day, I sat on my bike and looked at ya, and somehow, just like that, the void disappeared when I looked into ya eyes."My eyes scan around, trying to find an escape from his intense gaze."Not sure what the fuck happened, but just like that, I felt fuckin' whole. That only happens with you. I thought ya fuckin' realised I love ya, Maz. I. Picked. You!" I want to say so much back, but I'm not sure where to start."Before ya even think it, 'cause I know there's a good chance ya will and try to use it as an excuse. Me fuckin' ya wasn't to fill that void. Ya do that by just being fuckin' with me. If ya wa
King POVI had to tell her she was about to walk away from me because, in her mind, I loved fuckin' women. She was ready to run through fear I would miss that life.So I told her my darkest secret. Which now means I'm freakin' out inside. The thoughts now have just exploded, and I'm waiting for her to walk again because of how fuckin' weak I am.She knows about the giant sinkhole that resides inside me but has no idea about the cause. I'm not sure how I should tell her that, and I'm not sure there's any reason to, either.I had planned to propose before all the shit. I watch as she gets dressed, and I know my dad wants to know what was said to her when she was taken in.We need to know. We have no fuckin' idea why they took Maz.Doubt is takin' over. The whole calling me a kid, the guys jokin' 'bout how she needs a real man now, topped with the fact I just told her the truth, just has everything spiralling.Grasping her hand, I walk down with her and stop at the sight. I laugh slightl
Maz POVI get back and say goodnight to the ladies. After the last few days, I need real sleep in a bed without being woken up. After getting showered, I climb into bed. It's nearly nine in the morning, but I need sleep. Sure, I slept that night in the hospital for about twelve hours, but I'm still exhausted.At the police station, I managed to fall asleep against the desk, but again, I was still exhausted. I just need one break and one chance to sleep like a normal person does.My mind doesn't get a chance to consider anything before I pass out. I'm too tired to even fight it anymore.The feel of fingers stroking my face wakes me slightly."Babe, wake up," King's words break through and wake me up even more. "Babe, I really need to fuckin' speak to you," his words are slightly louder.Opening my eyes, he peered down at me, and there was something there I couldn't read. His entire expression looked different. Moving, I sat up and looked at the box in his hands. I tried not to panic or
When I wake, King is still asleep next to me. I move slowly and climb out from under his body. Once I'm showered and dressed, I walk out of the room and go through to the club.Maz is sitting with Rose and everyone. I'm glad she's here. As I walk to Big King, I sit down."He told ya then," he asks while looking at me."Yes, but it makes no sense that I didn't know," I argue. He nods and laughs."Come with me," he says, standing. He then begins walking into a room, and I follow. Getting inside, I stare at the large wooden table in the mirror with the Cursed Kings Patch on it."Why would you all just act like Caleb didn't exist?" I ask, sitting down; I stare at him."Here, Maz," he reaches for the chair I'm on and pulls it next to him. "I didn't just pretend he didn't exist. I just kept it quiet from King," he explains. He opens the laptop, and I sit and wait.He opens emails, and I stare. "I get updates on him, Maz. I have since he left. I just didn't tell King as it made him go off on
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