Mazikeen
I’m not sure how long King has been riding us around, and I feel like he has no place in mind for where to go. Maybe he does, and he is just riding around to try and give me the sense of freedom and escape I need.
By the time he stops, it’s dark, and we’re on an abandoned dirt road. We’ve not spoken since we got on the bike, which I needed. I’ve gone over everything and considered the way forward.
I know I need to walk from Edward if he is insistent on keeping Lucinda around. My focus right now needs to be to ensure that he realises I mean it.
So, I will give him a week to decide whether to go with her or me.
“Come on, babe, got somethin’ to show ya,” King says as he lifts me off the bike before swinging his leg over and climbing off it himself. He begins walking, and I follow. Ten minutes later, he stops and points forward. “Vellichor, the entire town from up ‘ere looks like nothin’. Not when ya see what surrounds it,” he explains.
I know what he is saying. The town is nothing compared to everything else. It’s surrounded by nothing but wilderness; you can just make out the town where my parents live in the distance, and Vellichor, in comparison to everything surrounding it, is nothing.
“You see babe, whatever ya issues are, see them as Vellichor, small compared to the entirety of everythin’ in ya life.”
“Thank you, King. Can I ask you something?” I want to know more about him.
“Anythin’ babe,” he smiles at me as we sit on the edge of the cliff and watch everything.
“Why do most call you King and not Ezekiel?” I glance at him.
“My dad is King. As the oldest, the plan was for me to take over, so the entire club called me Baby King. Some still do, others call me king and him big king.” He shrugs like it’s nothing.
“You said the plan was for you to take over? Isn’t it now?” I ask. He said it in a way that made it sound like that isn’t the plan anymore. Has something happened and changed?
“Got a head on me, babe, Dad thinks I should keep cultivating my mind and shit. I’m patched in and help out, but he’s wantin’ me to get degrees and shit,” he explains, and I nod.
“It seems like a good idea. What do you want?” I turn to look at him, and his lip twitches into a smile. I regret that question.
“You, but ya playing hard to get babe. I want to get a degree, but the club is my life, the brothers are my family, and the thought of walkin’ away isn’t in me babe,” he explains as his hand moves and strokes the hair out of my face.
“You have a brother, right?” I ask, and he nods.
“I have a lotta brothers, Miss,” he smirks. “Yeah, got a brother, he’s fifteen, sister too, she’s seventeen.” His fingers move in my hair, and my head instinctively tilts to the side, which makes his fingers stroke down my neck.
His head leans forward, and I feel his nose run along my neck. “I could die in ya scent, babe,” he whispers, and I smile. “Maybe I have, and this is heaven?” He mumbles before kissing my neck.
“King, this isn’t right,” I whimper, feeling him kiss along my collarbone.
“Why not Miss?”
“Because you’re my student,” I remind him.
“Know that Miss, would it help if I dropped out?”
Turning, I stare at him. “You do not drop out, King! I mean that.” I swear that if he stops going, I will hunt him down.
He smirks at me and nods. “See babe, I want ya. You’re usin’ me being a student as an excuse Miss, so I quit, then ya have no reason to refuse,” he says before leaning closer and kissing my neck.
“King, I’m twenty-eight, an adult and you’re nineteen, still practically a boy,” I have nothing else to use as an argument. He shifts beside me, pushing me back until I’m laid beneath him.
“I’m sure, I said I ain’t a boy, babe.” His hand stokes up my leg, the skirt I’m wearing lifting as he does. His fingers massage my sex, keeping my panties in place.
My hips push up, as his fingers continue to move, his over hand grips mine, and places it over his jeans so I can feel his hardness. I grasp him, stroking along his jeans.
His fingers slide inside of my underwear and thrust into me. My hips push higher, trying to take his fingers deeper. His lips find mine, and I cry out as his tongue plunges into my mouth and caresses mine. It’s quick. It’s been too long, and within a minute, I’m crying out in pleasure and gripping him tighter. He groans and rocks his hips. His fingers slow before stopping and removing.
What the hell am I doing? I’m married, I’m his professor, and he’s nearly ten years younger than me. He shifts and smiles down at me. I can’t help but grin back at him. His head lowers, his nose runs along my neck, and I hear him breathing in deep.
My head turns, and I settle against him. I find myself inhaling his scent, vanilla and something that can only be him. It overpowers me and seems to help me relax. I don’t want to leave, but I know I have to.
I need to go home, give Edward a warning—a real one—and then wait and see what he thinks. What will he do? Maybe I just need to walk anyway and give up on the entire marriage.
“Come on, babe, let’s get ya back to where ya car is.” He jumps up and pulls me with him. Soon, I’m back on the bike, and my body is wrapped around his. Getting to the bar where I was, he stops beside my car and smiles.
I climb from the bike, and he follows, stopping by my car. His hands grasp the hood, and he leans his forehead against mine.
“So we doing this, Miss?” He says while smirking.
“King...” God, I don’t know what to say.
“What babe? Need more convincing?” He asks while smirking.
“I’m not in your world, King. Look at me. I belong in those posh parties, where everyone whispers while they talk and no one dares to swear,” I explain, and he laughs.
“You belong where ya want to, babe; there’s nothing wrong with you mincing, babe and being rough. You can do both, and they work together.” His lips find mine, and I moan into his mouth as his hand tangles into my hair. My hand strokes up into his hair, and he groans, rocking his hips against me.
He steps back and smirks. “Get in; I’ll follow ya back. Ensure you get in safe,” he says, and I nod.
I get in the car and drive home, and sure enough, he follows. I see him at the end of the drive, watching me as I walk into the house. Tonight was amazing, but I know it’s wrong.
MazikeenAs soon as I get to the stairs, Edward is waiting. His eyes bore into me, and he glares.“It’s nearly 2 a.m., and we’ve been calling you repeatedly, Mazikeen. What is going on?” He steps closer, and I shrug.“I needed time to consider everything, Edward. You, Lucinda, our marriage, everything,” I state.“There is nothing to consider, never mind that, why where have been?”“I said, considering everything. I needed space,” I argue.He stands looking at me, and I know he doesn’t believe me, but I don’t care right now. All I want is my bed. I’m exhausted. It’s the weekend, and I finally have a few days of peace to process everything.Turning, I walk upstairs. His hand grasps mine, and I turn. “What do you want, Edward?”“I’m your husband. This disrespect won’t be ignored. Go to bed, and we will speak tomorrow.”I don’t reply, I just turn and walk to the spare bedroom, climbing in bed, I pass out far too quickly. Everything has me exhausted and I’m glad, it means I sleep without t
MazikeenSitting, I look at Edward. Lovely Lucinda is relaxing in the bath that he ran for her, something he never did for me because, in his words, ‘Men shouldn’t pamper women in that way’.“I listened to your side Edward, and I do not agree. To me, you’re cheating on me. You didn’t discuss it with me. You spoke to my parents and kept me out of it.”His head shakes. “It was a surprise. You want a baby. I’m trying to fix that for you.”“No Edward, fixing it would be you agreeing to us both getting tested to find the issue. Not you deciding to bring in some random woman to sleep with every night.” I swear, he’s blind, or maybe just delusional? My parents have him up high, and he thinks nothing can touch him.I can, and I will quickly shove him off that high step and laugh as he falls.“You’re focusing too much on me sleeping with her, not the fact you get a baby from it,” he argues.“Here is where I am. If you want to continue sleeping with her, I’m gone. This marriage is over, and I w
MazikeenWhen I get home, Edward is waiting for me. I walk into the kitchen and begin to cook, in the hope that me playing nice will lessen his mood.While cooking, I am very aware of his eyes stabbing into my back. He has not said a word; he has just watched me as I cooked. I don't speak. I just wait to see what he says first.Just as the food is about to be ready, I hear his sigh."You're really going to file for a divorce to get your own way?"Turning, I glance at him. "You're really going to let me end our marriage to get your own way?" I look at him and wait."It's not my own way. It's for you. What has gotten into you, Mazikeen? Since we moved here, you haven't been acting like a wife anymore. You're always late home, complain about cooking, and cleaning. You even go out and drink," he shouts and I laugh."That's not a wife's job, Edward! Do you really think that we live in a time where women are seen, not hear
MazikeenThe first thing I did this morning before even getting ready for work and lessons was call and put an offer in on an old, broken, rundown cabin.It won’t be perfect, far from it, but it won’t have Edward and Lucinda there. I’m hoping I have confirmation by this weekend, and then I am set to leave.When I left for work this morning, Edward seemed to think I was fine, that I was just having a bad day, and that I didn’t actually mean what I said.He’s going to be shocked today when he gets a call saying I requested divorce papers. I said he had a week, but he doesn’t. I just need time to find a place to live.The lessons have gone well so far, and weirdly, I am looking forward to the one with King. Sitting in the staff room, I don’t eat. I just hold the coffee and consider how Edward is going to react to this divorce.“Hey.” A voice says, and I look up to Roseanne. I think that’s her name. She teaches physics.“Hi,” I give her a
MazikeenI watch as everyone leaves the class, and King stays sitting with his eyes fixed on me. My mouth opens to speak, and then I close it again.I don’t know why I didn’t tell him that I was married. It was a foolish thing; I realise that now. He stands and walks to the door. I watch as he locks it and pulls the blind down.My body shakes as he turns and walks back to me. He leans over the desk, his eyes fixed on mine.“You are married. You knew that you were married. You did not tell me. You hid your ring, why?” he asks, and it’s strange, I’m used to the way King speaks. This time, he pronounced each word slowly to make me aware that he is pissed off.“I didn’t hide my ring. It’s being fixed. I’ve not had it on for over two months,” I explain.“But ya married!” He shouts, and I nod.“I filed for a divorce today,” I reply, and his anger only grows.“Today! What the hell, babe? I would’ve fucked ya, and ya didn’t tell me ya
MazikeenI wake up and hear Edward in the shower. I use the time to grab my bags and put them in the car. Depending on how things are at the cabin, I will move in today.Once I have done it, I grab the envelope off the floor at the door. I walk to the kitchen and cook myself something quick before sitting.Opening the envelope, I see the divorce papers. Signing them, I leave them in the middle of the table and wait. I watch as Lucinda walks in. She smiles at me and sits.My eyes turn away from her and I hear Edward enter as I'm finishing eating."Where's food?" He stands looking at me."It's called a fridge; that is where the food is. That there," I say, pointing at the cooker. "It's a cooker. It's where you cook. And these here, are divorce papers and a pen, so sign." I slide them over, and he stares at me."I thought you realised last night, that this wasn't happening," he stands waiting."I thought you real
MazikeenWhen I get to work, I do my usual classes. I consider how to avoid King during lesson, but I know I can’t. Unless I get someone to cover that class.I can do it. If I ask another professor to pick up that one class, King won’t see me as I’ll be gone. I decide to ask Julie, and if she can’t, then maybe Rachel, but Julie seems like someone who would agree.When everyone leaves for lunch, I go to where the staff sits together. Walking in, I look and find Julie. Sitting opposite her, I smile. I need to pray she agrees, or I may just pretend to be sick, and the entire class is cancelled, which I don’t want to do.“Is there any chance you can step in for my final class? I need to be somewhere,” I whisper, trying not to be heard.“Today?” She looks at me, shocked, and I nod.“I wouldn’t ask, but I really need to do something, and it’s at the same time,” I plead with her, and she nods.“Okay, but Mazikeen, the makeup is failing to co
KingMazikeen 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
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