King POVShe squeezes my hand, and I feel the depth of everythin' she’s sayin' sink into my bones. This woman in front of me, she’s everythin', and hearin' her say that I’m the one who saved her, it’s a feelin' I can’t even put into words.“I promise you, King,” she says, her voice full of conviction now, “that no matter what comes our way, no matter what we face, I will stand by you. I will fight for us. You saved me, and now I get to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.”Her hand moves to 'er stomach, and she glances down before looking back at me, tears glistenin' in 'er eyes.“You’ve given me everything I never thought I’d have, a family, a future, and a love that’s stronger than anything I could have imagined. And now, with our little one on the way, I know our life is just beginning. I love you, King, almost more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world. You’re my heart, my home, and my forever.”The words hang in the air, heavy with meanin'. I
QueenieI smirk down at King, enjoying the way he groans in mock frustration.“Don’t,” he warns, his voice thick with amusement. “Keep sex off the table until tonight. If ya go into labor, the wedding’s over.”I pout, fluttering my lashes playfully. “Doesn’t need to be anything big or major, just something quick?” I tease.King chuckles, but I see the heat in his eyes. “Wes, pull over somewhere and get out,” he orders, his voice low. I laugh, half-joking, but if he’s serious, I’m not saying no. The car slows to a stop between a thick line of trees, and Wes steps out, leaving us alone.Without hesitation, I swing my leg over King, straddling him. His hands automatically find my waist.“If you go into labor—” he starts, but I cut him off with a kiss, my hands already moving to unfasten his trousers, freeing his cock. I lower myself onto him, and a deep groan escapes him.“Where the fuck is ya underwear, Queenie?” he mutters, his eyes blazing with lust.I smirk, pulling the underwear out
Queenie POVBig King continues, his voice strong. “For years, I’ve led this club, through the good, the bad, and everythin' in between. But there comes a time when every leader has to step down and make way for the next generation. And today… today’s that day.”My eyes widen, and I feel King tense beside me. I look up at him, but he’s staring at Big King, his face a mix of shock and realization.Big King nods toward the table, and one of the members pulls back the leather cloth, revealing a brand-new cut. It’s the same black leather that King’s always worn, but this one’s different. This one has “President” stitched across the back, with King’s name under it.“This cut,” Big King says, walking over to pick it up, “belongs to the next leader of this club. The man who’s earned the respect of every brother standin' here. The man who’s proven time and again that he’s ready to take the reins.”He steps closer to King, holding the jacket out in front of him.“And that man,” Big King’s voice
King’s POVI don’t think I could be any happier today. Well, that’s not exactly true. If Queenie had the baby today, that’d make it fuckin' perfect. But part of me doesn’t want that to happen just yet—she deserves to enjoy this day without any more stress.People keep comin' up to me, offerin' congratulations again and again. And though I appreciate the support, I can’t stop thinkin' about Queenie. I just want to find her, hold her, and make sure everything’s good. After a few minutes, I manage to break free from the crowd and push my way toward the edge of the room, my eyes scannin' for 'er.Where the hell is she?I head toward the back, figurin' she might’ve snuck away for a moment of quiet. My gut tightens as I approach the bathroom door. That’s when I hear it—a scream.Queenie’s scream.My heart lurches, and before I can even think, I’m runnin'. My hand slams against the door, throwin' it open with a force that echoes through the room. The scene in front of me makes my blood boil.
King POVI know Don’s always been 'er worst fear, the monster lurkin' in the shadows. Now he’s dead, and I thought it would bring some peace, but all I feel is the weight of what’s comin' next.“Right, when the cops ask, it was me,” my dad suddenly says, and I whip around to look at him, shocked.“What?”“I’ll tell them it was fuckin' me,” he repeats, his voice firm. “Ya not goin' down for this, King. So, it was me.”I stare at him, shakin' my head. “No. Ya won’t get out, Dad. Once ya in, that’s it. They’ll lock ya up, and you’ll never see the outside again.” My eyes flick to Joker, standin' off to the side, and it hits me like a punch in the gut. If Dad goes in, Joker will follow, and then what? I’ll be fuckin' alone. I'll have destroyed two fuckin' relationships.“King, it’s the best option right now,” my dad presses, his voice rising. “We don’t have time to come up with some grand plan. It was me.”“No!” I shout, my voice crackin' with desperation. “I won’t let ya go down for this,
Queenie’s POVI stand frozen, tears streaming down my face, trying to piece together how everything unraveled so quickly. My body feels heavy, like I’m stuck in a nightmare I can’t wake up from. King has been so obsessive, so possessive since I got pregnant. I knew he’d do anything to protect me, but I never thought it would come to this.The signs were there. When he shot that guy just for making a stupid comment, I saw it. This pregnancy changed him. It made him paranoid, seeing threats everywhere, even when they weren’t real. I’ve been avoiding anyone who might trigger him, just trying to keep things calm. But no one could calm King when he felt like I was in danger. He stabbed Sal after hearing only part of a conversation. That was the moment everyone realized King was spiraling—his need to protect me was consuming him.But today? Today is beyond anything I imagined. Killing Don… we knew that was inevitable. He was a threat we couldn’t avoid. But doing it so openly, in front of al
Queenie POVHis eyes flicker with emotion, something deep and meaningful beneath his usually stoic demeanor.“King wanted to involve you,” I explain, my voice shaking but steadier now. “Despite everything, despite you leaving home for a while. You’ve always been close to him. He wanted to honor that.”Caleb swallows hard, his expression raw with something I can’t quite place. For a moment, he looks away, trying to regain his composure. When he looks back at me, there’s a new determination in his eyes.“You guys… you chose my name,” he murmurs, still visibly processing it. His voice is thick with emotion, and I can see how much it means to him. But he pulls himself together quickly, his hands still resting gently on my face. “Okay, Queenie. You’ve got to stay calm. For him, alright? For Caleb Ezekiel.”I nod, exhaling slowly as I let his words sink in. Focusing on the baby, on the name we chose, helps pull me out of the spiral. The panic starts to recede, leaving behind a dull ache in
Caleb’s POVI head to the kitchen, my thoughts heavy as I try to focus on something tangible, something that might help Queenie. She needs to eat, but right now, she’s lying on the sofa, unmoving, staring down at her wedding ring like it holds all the answers to the mess we’re in. I don’t know how to reach her. I don’t know what to say that will make any of this better.My phone rings, and I snatch it up, hoping for any sliver of good news. “Yes?” I answer quickly, my heart in my throat.“Caleb,” my dad’s voice comes through the line, but it sounds strained, tired. “We’re still here. It’s gonna take all night, but I’m not leaving until I get an update on King.”“That’s fine. Get the answers first,” I say, trying to stay composed. We need answers, Queenie needs answers.There’s a pause, and then my dad’s voice drops, quieter, more cautious. “Caleb you need to make Queenie aware, the cabin is trashed.”“What?” My heart skips a beat. The fuck does he mean, trashed?“Looks like Don went t
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