Joker POVWalking through campus, I ask around for Ebony, no one seems to know her. Not the students anyway. Stepping into the building I walk to the office, and knock against the window.The woman sighs when she sees me. "Yes?""I'm looking for Ebony Reed," I wait and she looks at me like I'm crazy, which I already know it s fact. "Ebony Reed, I need her." I say a little louder and slower incase she doesn't understand me."I can't just get a student for you," she laughs slightly."I'm family, her dad asked me to call in and pass on some news in person." That last part is a lie, but who knows? Maybe it will work?"Reed right?" She looks at me and I nod. "Age?""Nineteen, first year of studying law, her next of kin is King Ezekiel Reed, her father. She has the address down for him as Cursed Kings MC, is that enough to convince you I'm not a stalker?"She nods and begins to search the system. "She's no longer here," the woman says as she looks up from the computer."Yes she is, because
Joker POVSittin' on the bike, I wait, wonderin’ if this woman will show up or if she was lyin’ and tryin’ to escape me. It wouldn't be the first time. My eyes roll, and I find myself growin’ impatient as the time she said to meet 'er passes.I see a figure walkin’ through the trees. Their hood covers ‘em and hides ‘em within the shadows. I wait and watch as they wave to me. Now, if I go over there, will it be an ambush? To be honest, I’m not entirely sure.Climbin’ off the bike, I walk over, and as I get closer, I notice it's Trixie. Stoppin' in front of her, I watch as she scans the area."Ebony?" I ask."You won't get anywhere calling her that around the club. People only know her as Babydoll."Babydoll? That's just fucked up."Well, what do ya know, Trixie?" I ask, and she glares at me. Now, what have I done? I laugh slightly. "Krystie, don't call me Trixie. It’s the name he gave me."I almost roll my eyes, but this woman looks as crazy as me, so I won't. "I apologise. Now where
Joker POVShe considers it for a moment. "A little bit, but nothing major. One of the rules is we don't talk about our family or who we used to be.""Who did ya used to be, Tiny Demon?" I am intrigued now."Someone, not that it matters right now, as you're going to die when he comes back with his gun," she mutters.“Ya have very little faith in me, right?" I ask, and she laughs."You have too much faith in yourself. Seen as you're giving me a nickname, should I call you Daddy?" She winks at me. Hell yes!"Please do, Tiny Demon," I wink at ‘er. "All day and night.""I was fucking joking, you crazy ass."Laughin’, I hold ‘er against me. "Don't threaten to do somethin’ fuckin’ fun if ya not willing to carry it through. I might just have to make ya." I grin at ‘er, and ‘er eyes roll."Look, when we get in. He's likely not showin’ his gun. He will have you surrounded, though, so be careful. It would be a shame for you to die," she smiles at me. See, she loves me already. She doesn’t want m
Krystie POVI'm not sure where this guy came from, but he's off his head. That's the only way I can describe him. He should be in a straight jacket, I'm pretty sure of it.He keeps calling me Tiny Demon like he's claimed me, which he hasn't. He will be shocked if he thinks that his crazy cuteness will make me give in to him.The fact he tied me up and kidnapped me to make up some big elaborate story is just fucking crazy. He's currently bouncing, and I think humming the song 'Singing in the Rain' either that or I'm hearing things. I can see his hand on his knife; he looks so damn happy like this situation is normal, but it's not normal!"We're not giving her to you," Wesley looks at him.He laughs, and I swear, it's a sound that sends shivers down my spine and makes me want to hide. "Are ya sure?" He sings while looking at Wesley."Yes, you're not fucking having her, so get out!" He stands up.This guy, Joker, I believe Ebony called him, laughs even more like a maniac. "I'm offerin’ y
Krystie POVYeah, there's no way all three of us can ride the bike. So now what? “Take Ebony. I’ll be fine if you untie me." I wait, and his head shakes."She can ride." He looks at Ebony. “You’ll take ‘er back to the hotel with ya, and both of ya stay inside until I get back, right?" He holds out a hotel card."What about you?" She looks at me."I'll walk, go." He pushes her to the bike and looks at me before smiling. "Do I have to untie ya?""Yes, please." I wait, but he doesn't move. His eyes stay fixed on me. "I promise to wait at the hotel. Like I would leave, Wesley will have guys waiting for the chance to grab me." I won't fucking leave until I plan how to get away safely."Okay, Tiny Demon,” he winks and steps forward. His hands move, and he begins to remove the rope. His head lowers, his lips brushing against my neck before he bites against my ear gently. "Ya, mine now, Tiny Demon, all fuckin’ mine."No, I'm not. I go to argue, and he steps back and walks to Ebony.I climb on
Joker POVI had a plan when I came here, and it wasn't for me to leave with them. I never planned to leave with them. The fact is, I knew that my bike would be useless, but the way that Wesley guy had hold of Ebony meant I wanted to get to him.I watch, eyes gleaming, as Ebony and my Tiny Demon ride off into the night, her arms wrapped around her like a whisper of sin on the back of that bike.Turning I walk back into the garden. Oh, how they think they’re free. How they think they’ve slipped away.But freedom is a joke, isn’t it? And I’m the punchline.Moving slowly, I slide down the wall like a shadow dissolving into darkness. I sit there, back against the cold stone, fingers drumming on the filthy ground. There’s no rush. I wasn’t planning on going straight back to the hotel. Oh, no, no, no. Not tonight. I don’t think Wesley quite got the message yet. Maybe it wasn’t loud enough... or maybe it wasn’t bloody enough.I grin, the edges of my mouth stretching too wide as I lean my head
Joker POVHer eyes snap open, wild and fierce, and she slaps me across the face. Hard. My cheek stings, but I don’t mind. I just grin, feeling that familiar warmth bubble up inside me. She definitely loves me. How could she not?“Well, that’s not fuckin’ nice, Tiny Demon,” I say, feigning shock, my voice dripping with mock hurt, even as my grin widens. I love when she gets like this. All fire, all spark.“Neither is you kissing me without my permission!” she snaps back, her voice sharp, cutting through the silence.I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. Permission? Is that all it takes? So if I ask, she’ll say yes? “Can I kiss ya, Tiny Demon?”She laughs, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. I smirk, watching her closely. She’s going to love me. I know it. I’ve got this... thing, you see. This way of crawling under people’s skin, burrowing into their bones until they can’t get rid of me, even if they wanted to. And she will love me, whether she knows it or not.“That won’t work,” she whi
Krystie POVI stare at this man—this insane, reckless, and utterly ridiculous man—and I’m at a loss for words. One moment, he’s kissing me while I’m asleep, and the next, he’s claiming I’m his like I’m some object he can possess. Now he’s standing here, completely naked, with that wild grin on his face, as if he’s some gift I should be grateful for.And the worst part? He is amazing. But there’s no way in hell I’m making this easy for him.He can’t just waltz in and declare ownership over me like it’s nothing. Yes, he saved me, but what then? The moment I leave this place, Wesley and his guys are bound to grab me again. Joker may have swooped in like some twisted saviour, but his obsession with me will fade when he realises I’m not some perfect, untouched prize. He sees me as his, but for how long?“So, do I stay naked, Tiny Demon?” His voice snaps me back, and I flinch as he climbs onto the bed, that grin never leaving his face.“Stop!” My hand shoots up, and to my utter shock, he ac
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