I sit with Rose and the others but keep my eyes on King. When he moves, I know it's him and not Caleb. It means I will know when King walks over here or if it is Caleb."Why are you staring at him?" Rose laughs. My eyes rolled at her; I thought she would realise why I was staring. Apparently not, though."Because they look the same, and I'm scared I will cuddle the wrong person," I laugh, and she joins in. I'm being deadly serious right now. How will that work? What happens if I do cuddle Caleb thinking that he's King?"To be fair, they are wearing pretty similar clothes," Rose says, and I nod. Both are wearing jeans and a plain top. Only King has his jacket on, but if he takes it off, I'm screwed at figuring out which is him. So, for now, I will tell him to keep his jacket on, and then I know it's him. Caleb isn't patched in, so he doesn't have a jacket, which helps."Ya could always go by tattoos," Maz says, and I look at her."Why hadn't I thought of that?" Of course, their tattoos
Maz POVI cook, and we talk, but I wonder why he chose to leave."You live with your mum, right?" I ask, and he nods."Yeah, her and her asshole partner," he laughs, and I glance at him. "Forget it. When are you two getting married?" He asks, and I shrug."No time soon. I'm still waiting to get divorced," I laugh, and he stares at me, shocked."Ya already fuckin' married?" His eyes widened, and God, he sounded so much like King there. "Shit," he laughs, and I nod."Long story, which I'm sure King will fill you in on it," I explain, and he nods. I finish the tarts and pull them out. I've made the usual small ones and two big ones. As I'm placing them on the side, the guys walk on, and King glares at me."Stop! First my dad, then the fuckin' club and now my brother, seriously." He glares at me, and I laugh. Caleb shoves a tart in his mouth, and Big King instantly grabs a large one and walks off."Shit," Caleb grins at me. "I'd fuck her as well if she fed me these daily," Caleb laughs an
Maz POVShopping with Rose took far longer than it should have. She had me buying the most ridiculous outfits that were clearly meant to taunt King. We spoke a lot about Caleb, and it was clear that regardless of where Caleb was going to be, this holiday was happening. King wasn't about to cancel it, which had me thinking he was trying to hide from Caleb, which is wrong.I met up with King after shopping, and we spent the day travelling to Venice. It's so peaceful; I had doubts about coming, especially now that Maz is back.She reassured me I had to go. Apparently, she's going to work with Big King to look at schools and such. I guess it's a good thing.Big King reassured me he would look after her until we got back. Then he told me to use the holiday to relax and fix King's fucked up mind. Which made me laugh.He's not broken, and his mind isn't, either. I cuddle against King as the Gondola moves across the water. I've never been to Venice, but it is truly beautiful and amazing.I'm
Big KingI step into the room and smile while King follows behind me."Two for one, feel special now, brother," Joker leans back and grins. His body shakes slightly, and he sits, popping his knuckles in and out of place. That hand won't ever be fuckin' normal again."Ya look fuckin' good!" I mutter and sit facing him."For a dead man, right?" He laughs like a madman and looks at King. "Baby King, not such a baby anymore.""Ten years, Joker. What? Did ya think we would all stop growing till ya broke free?" King laughs and sits next to me. Joker nods quickly. I swear he's on something, or more than usual, anyway."Yeah, ya would be dead if ya were waiting for me to break free," Joker laughs."How's the change of scenery?" I ask. It took a lot to get him 'ere for us to speak."Can't complain. First time in ten years I saw different walls," he mocks, and I nod."So what do ya want?" I ask. His grin widens, and he bounces slightly in the chair."Figured we could help each other out, brothe
Big KingWe get back and walk straight into the church. Sittin' down, I watch as the guys flood through and wait."How was Joker?" Doc looks at me, and I sigh loudly."Off his meds and smashed his nose in," King explains, and everyone sits shocked."He wanted to talk to ya so he could smash his nose in?" Colt chuckles. "That's proof he needs his meds.""No, he wanted to help with Irish. Smashin' his nose was his ticket to med where Irish is," I explain, and he nods."He could have just told his solicitor to pass on that he was dealin' with it," Doc mutters."Na, he wanted somethin' in return, right?" Toes asks, and I nod."Robyn, apparently she was under the covers with Don, and since we took down the club, he's usin' her," I explain. Everyone sits shocked."What the fuck is Elaine doin'?" Doc shouts, and I shrug."Didn't get enough from Joker before they called time. We were lucky to see him, considerin' he's not meant to get out of his pit." I've no idea what the hell her mum is doi
Big KingRight now, King and Caleb are facin' off, glarin' and swearin' at each other. Everyone is waiting for the first swing. They can joke around and laugh it off like brothers. They do it often, and King often laughs off Caleb's jokes about Queenie.Then there are times like today when they just want to rip each other apart. King turns and walks towards us. Well, shit, maybe tonight they ain't gonna fight.I watch as everyone sighs. Eventually, they will fight it out."We're not stayin' 'ere tonight. Grab what ya need," King says while lookin' at Queenie. She nods, and he turns back to face Caleb."Ya will sort it. Ya need to stop actin' like shit is fine," I say before pattin' King on the shoulder. Caleb stands laughing with Toes."Shouldn't have got a spot at the fuckin' table. I said no," King argues. Yeah, I went over him. Usually, everyone has to agree when we patch someone in and shit. This was one time I ignored his vote. His vote was selfish."Deep down, ya wanted him in.
RobynI walk out of the room and finish tying my hair up; as I step into the bar, Don smiles at me. I watch as he pats his knee. Slowly, I walk to him and sit, and his hand settles on my thigh."Ya going with Mint. He'll be watchin' ya. I have somethin' to sort," Don looks at me, and I nod, I won't argue. "Get ready, like anyone is going to come near ya while ya dressed like that," he points at my body, and I nod.Standing, I go to walk away, but his hand stops me—his head tilts."Sorry," I whisper and lean forward. Kissing him, his hand tangles into my hair. He pulls my head back and smiles."Be a good girl, okay? This is important to me," he explains, and I nod. I walk to our room, get changed, and walk back through. Mint is waiting by the door. I walk to him, and he guides me to the bike."Ya know the rules," he mutters as I climb on my bike. I start it, and he glares at me."Yes, I know the rules," I reply and wait. He nods, starts his bike, and leaves, and I follow, and as always
Big KingIt's been a month since I got word of Robyn needin' savin', and there's nothin'. There are no signs of her or the club. It means wherever Don is settin' up isn't a club.Lookin' around the table, I wait."I have gone from club to club that works with us. None 'av heard of her or seen any of The Bears," Ink explains."Any news on Skin?" I ask."Nothin'," Colt looks at me. "Total fuckin' silent," his words have me sighin'."He won't be the one leakin' shit to police," King looks at me. "After the beatin' he got for tellin' Avril by mistake, he ain't gonna risk his life.""Last known location?" I look at Toes."Can search it out. He's only two days late, Big King," he chuckles."Two days is enough to worry, with the shit happenin'," I shout."We gotta leave soon, so maybe we hear somet' at the Bike meet and fight?" Doc looks towards me."Gonna be a lot of fuckin' bitches, guaranteed Don will send Robyn there to recruit for him," Sal responds, and I am hoping she is there. I ain'
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