Maz POVI stop outside my place and help Tony out of the car."Sorry for showing up battered sweetpea," he whispers, and I nod. I can't exactly blame him when it was fucking King. Why would he do it? He knows. I told King my brother is Tony, so did he do it just to be an asshole? God, why did this have to happen?I let him sit and walk to the kitchen, grabbing the first aid box. Why? What the hell could Tony have done to warrant King beating him, let alone shooting a bullet right next to his head? Would he have really shot him?Wiping my eyes, I walk back over and use the cloth to clean his face. He moves and shrugs his jacket off, groaning as he does."Think the fuckers broke my ribs," he grunts, and I pull his top off, seeing the bruises."I'm sorry," I cry. God, this is my fault. It has to be. King did this because of me. What other reason is there for him to do this?"Sweetpea, not ya fucking fault. Assholes just
Maz POVTony glares at King."Get the fuck away from him, Sweetpea," Tony shouts, and my head shakes. King's arm stays wrapped around my body, and his other hand is grasped into my hair. It makes me feel safe; it reminds me I'm safe, and there's no way I am walking away from King.Standing, I cry into his chest. God, all this time, I had no idea Tony caused it. I had no idea he was part of it all."How about, rather than telling her to get away from me, ya think back and consider what the fuck ya did when she was fourteen that fucked with The Bears and pissed 'em off!" King shouts, and I hear movement."She didn't tell ya, neither did ya parents. She was raped at fourteen. They cut The Bears patch into her fucking hip. The fuckin' cunt got her pregnant and came back for the baby, but ya didn't know that, right? Great fuckin' club ya part of that rape and beat women," Big King shouts.The room falls quiet for a moment. Did he
Maz POVWhen I woke up, King's arms and legs were still wrapped around my body. I felt safe here. He is like a giant man cage protecting me. If I could stay here for life, I would. I know that no one can get close enough to hurt me while King is wrapped around my body."Yesterday was hard, babe, but at least now we're gettin' answers. Tony might be able to help find ya daughter as well," he explains, and I nod. Something tells me Tony won't know. If he had no idea about what had happened to me, how would he have known about my daughter? Surely, if they hid what happened to me from him, they would hide my daughter as well? I turn in his hold to look at him. I don't want to talk about any of it, not yet.My arms reach up and wrap around his neck. Kissing him, I push my body closer to him. "You didn't fuck me yesterday, King. I'm not letting you out of this bed until you have," I smirk, and he laughs. I mean it, though; yesterday was too different
Maz POVKing doesn't move, and Tony glares at him. Doc and Ink sit chuckling, and I feel like something has happened we don't know about."What's ya problem?" King shouts and looks at Tony. I want to go back upstairs to the peaceful life we had when we woke up without the drama of everything and everyone."Don't agree with her being with ya, that's what. She deserves fuckin' better," Tony argues, and I sigh."Well, it's not ya choice, is it," King mutters. He's right. Tony has no right in my life. I kiss King's neck and keep my body wrapped around him."No, but I ain't happy about having to sit here and hear ya fuckin' using her in bed," Tony shouts, and my eyes widen. Shit, of course, they heard. I hadn't even thought about that.King steps forward. "Using her! I didn't fuckin' use her," he shouts and I bite against his ear, he groans and stops before looking at me."Still attached to your back," I laugh, and he roll
Maz POV"Sorry for all the shit Sweetpea, swear I didn't know. I stayed away because I knew coming back too much would drag ya into the shit, and I didn't want to," he looks at me, and I nod."It's fine, Tony, I get it," I shrug slightly. Nothing can be done anymore."No, it's not fine. Why the fuck didn't ya tell me ya was raped? Been fuckin' fourteen years." He looks at me, shocked, and I can see he is hurt."I felt ashamed, Tony. Mum and Dad blamed me. They said I shouldn't have gone to that party and I caused it. I wasn't about to tell you as well and have you say the same shit," I explain."Ya think I would blame you? Fuck Maz, no. That shit isn't down to you, even if it had nothing to do with me and Dad it wasn't on you. You were a fucking kid trying to enjoy something in life," he shouts, and I nod."What do you know about your daughter?" He asks, and I shake my head."Nothing, I don't know anything, Tony. For months, I was hid
The character King and others do speak in slang. These are not grammar/spelling mistakes. Throwing my bags in the car I get in and begin to drive home. I hate that my phone is so low. I need some sort of noise to distract and silence my mind.There's nothing, though, and the sound of the car doesn't make much difference either. I know what I am about to go home to, and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to anything right now in my life.When I married at seventeen, my parents said we were the perfect couple—well-suited and amazing. My brother told me I was a fool, and I now wonder if he was right.You see, my mother prepared and taught me to be the perfect housewife. She wanted me to marry a good man, someone with standing within the community, and she succeeded. Being seventeen, I didn't realise what was going on; I just relished the attention he gave me.Me sixteen, him thirty. I saw nothing wrong with it as my parents welcomed him with open arms and introduced
MazikenI walk through the house and find Edward in the living room. He’s sat back on the chair, so I walk towards him.“How about this year, we go out for our anniversary?” he asks, and I stand shocked. That’s different and not expected. I nod and lean over him, kissing his lips and smiling against him.Grasping his hand, I move it to my head, hoping that he will tangle his fingers into my hair, only he doesn’t. He gently holds my head like I’m a weak, fragile doll. Climbing onto the chair with him, I kiss him more fiercely.My hand slips between my legs, and I begin to play.“Stop!” Edward’s shout has me jumping. “Don’t do that. You’re not a fucking horny teenager or some whore,” his words lash at me hard, and I nod.All I want is something, but even I know it’s not going to happen.“I’m showering,” he says as he moves me off him and walks out. I wait and then follow. Stepping into the bathroom, I strip and go to step into the shower.“What are you doing, Mazikeen!” His words are sh
Mazikeen POVThe last few days have been weird; King has ensured he has the seat directly opposite me. Of all the places he could sit, he sits there.I’ve tried to avoid looking at him, but it’s hard with him so close. Many of the professors complain about him and say he shouldn’t be here.If there is one thing I have learned about King this week, it is that he is smart. He flirts like hell with me slyly, but he belongs here. Every day, when he comes into class, he takes that seat and smiles at me. After class, he lingers for a while, making an excuse to talk to me.When he does, he leans in close.“Mazikeen!” Edward’s voice snaps me out of my daydream. “What has got into you this week? Your ring will be ready for collection in about a week. It was fixed,” he says.“Thank you, Edward. I’m sorry for zoning out,” I smile at him. We had food in a restaurant and are now sitting in a quiet bar. It’s different from how we usually spend our anniversaries, but something tells me tonight will
Maz POV"Sorry for all the shit Sweetpea, swear I didn't know. I stayed away because I knew coming back too much would drag ya into the shit, and I didn't want to," he looks at me, and I nod."It's fine, Tony, I get it," I shrug slightly. Nothing can be done anymore."No, it's not fine. Why the fuck didn't ya tell me ya was raped? Been fuckin' fourteen years." He looks at me, shocked, and I can see he is hurt."I felt ashamed, Tony. Mum and Dad blamed me. They said I shouldn't have gone to that party and I caused it. I wasn't about to tell you as well and have you say the same shit," I explain."Ya think I would blame you? Fuck Maz, no. That shit isn't down to you, even if it had nothing to do with me and Dad it wasn't on you. You were a fucking kid trying to enjoy something in life," he shouts, and I nod."What do you know about your daughter?" He asks, and I shake my head."Nothing, I don't know anything, Tony. For months, I was hid
Maz POVKing doesn't move, and Tony glares at him. Doc and Ink sit chuckling, and I feel like something has happened we don't know about."What's ya problem?" King shouts and looks at Tony. I want to go back upstairs to the peaceful life we had when we woke up without the drama of everything and everyone."Don't agree with her being with ya, that's what. She deserves fuckin' better," Tony argues, and I sigh."Well, it's not ya choice, is it," King mutters. He's right. Tony has no right in my life. I kiss King's neck and keep my body wrapped around him."No, but I ain't happy about having to sit here and hear ya fuckin' using her in bed," Tony shouts, and my eyes widen. Shit, of course, they heard. I hadn't even thought about that.King steps forward. "Using her! I didn't fuckin' use her," he shouts and I bite against his ear, he groans and stops before looking at me."Still attached to your back," I laugh, and he roll
Maz POVWhen I woke up, King's arms and legs were still wrapped around my body. I felt safe here. He is like a giant man cage protecting me. If I could stay here for life, I would. I know that no one can get close enough to hurt me while King is wrapped around my body."Yesterday was hard, babe, but at least now we're gettin' answers. Tony might be able to help find ya daughter as well," he explains, and I nod. Something tells me Tony won't know. If he had no idea about what had happened to me, how would he have known about my daughter? Surely, if they hid what happened to me from him, they would hide my daughter as well? I turn in his hold to look at him. I don't want to talk about any of it, not yet.My arms reach up and wrap around his neck. Kissing him, I push my body closer to him. "You didn't fuck me yesterday, King. I'm not letting you out of this bed until you have," I smirk, and he laughs. I mean it, though; yesterday was too different
Maz POVTony glares at King."Get the fuck away from him, Sweetpea," Tony shouts, and my head shakes. King's arm stays wrapped around my body, and his other hand is grasped into my hair. It makes me feel safe; it reminds me I'm safe, and there's no way I am walking away from King.Standing, I cry into his chest. God, all this time, I had no idea Tony caused it. I had no idea he was part of it all."How about, rather than telling her to get away from me, ya think back and consider what the fuck ya did when she was fourteen that fucked with The Bears and pissed 'em off!" King shouts, and I hear movement."She didn't tell ya, neither did ya parents. She was raped at fourteen. They cut The Bears patch into her fucking hip. The fuckin' cunt got her pregnant and came back for the baby, but ya didn't know that, right? Great fuckin' club ya part of that rape and beat women," Big King shouts.The room falls quiet for a moment. Did he
Maz POVI stop outside my place and help Tony out of the car."Sorry for showing up battered sweetpea," he whispers, and I nod. I can't exactly blame him when it was fucking King. Why would he do it? He knows. I told King my brother is Tony, so did he do it just to be an asshole? God, why did this have to happen?I let him sit and walk to the kitchen, grabbing the first aid box. Why? What the hell could Tony have done to warrant King beating him, let alone shooting a bullet right next to his head? Would he have really shot him?Wiping my eyes, I walk back over and use the cloth to clean his face. He moves and shrugs his jacket off, groaning as he does."Think the fuckers broke my ribs," he grunts, and I pull his top off, seeing the bruises."I'm sorry," I cry. God, this is my fault. It has to be. King did this because of me. What other reason is there for him to do this?"Sweetpea, not ya fucking fault. Assholes just
Maz POVAfter our argument last night, King fucked relentlessly on the floor, then told me it was purely to point out that if they hadn't sorted shit, he couldn't do that cause of how fucked the wood was.He was right. The wood in the house was fucked, so them sanding it and painting everything has helped.I feel him kiss me, and it stirs me from my sleep."Gotta go, babe. Shit needs sorting at the club. See ya later," he whispers. I don't wake up enough to reply. I just mumble back to him.I'm not sure how long after he left I woke up fully, but the side he sleeps in is cold, so he must have left hours ago. Turning, I see the paper on the bed. I smile and reach for it. Turning it over, my eyes widen.The sketch shows a person with the centre of their body hollowed out and empty. There's no longer a heart there. I read the poem.Hollowed outEmpty withinNothing lingersNothing livesCold spreads quicklyHardeningTurning into iceFragile and weakenedCracks begin to formUntil shatte
Maz POVTurning, I look at King. I need to explain what else was said, as they clearly have no idea."He didn't just ask about Edward," I explain. Everyone stares at me. "He asked me if I knew about the cannabis farm they found this morning," I explain.Big King laughs. "Empty cannabis farm, there was fuck all there for them to use," he continues to laugh. So it is, it is to do with them? What else do they do behind closed doors that I don't know about?"And Jacob, he mentioned him and tried to get me to speak about it. I told him I didn't know anything," I explain.Big King laughs. "They are diggin' not much they can do without proof," he pats my back, and I almost fall, which makes him laugh more. I swear he does it every fucking time. I watch as he walks off with the others.Turning, I look at King. "What the fuck happened with Skin?" I ask."Two things. He overheard a conversation. That's how he knew you had a daughter. Doesn't know the specifics, just you have a daughter you don'
Maz POVAs we get closer, I hear Big King.“Ya takin’ the piss, my boy was fuckin’ ‘ere. What is it, Delcote? Still tryin’ to find a way to take down the club and now makin’ up some bullshit story?” He glares at the cop.“Come on, King, I need to question them both.” The cop turns to look at me. “I’m Delcote. You must be Mazikeen, Edward’s wife,” he says.“Ex. Wife,” King growls.“Legally still his wife, Ezekiel. Is there somewhere I can ask her questions, or am I taking her in?” He asks.“Use the first bay in the garage. It’s empty,” Big King points, and Delcote leads me over. Standing inside, I look at him."Need to know what happened with your husband? His face is pretty badly beaten and needs stitches on his eye," he stands, looking at me."No idea, I didn't even know he was hurt," I lie, and he sighs."He says you were there, and Lucinda also confirms his version. So what happened, as they said Ezekiel did it?" he asks, and I shrug. I'm not about to agree; in some ways, Edward de
Maz POVI stand shaking, and Big King looks at me."Need to make it clear to ya, don't keep shit hidden that will cause a fuckin' riot. He should have fuckin' known about this," he points at the pictures."I didn't know what was in the envelope. I had forgotten about it, Big King, I swear." I looked towards the door, worried about King. He moves and walks to Edward, dragging him up from the floor.His face is all blooded, so he took a lot of hits before we got here."She is protected, ya stay the fuck away from her. If I so much as catch ya looking in her direction or tryin' to get close to speaking to her, I will take ya fuckin' tongue, do ya understand!" He shouts, and Edward nods quickly."She isn't just some woman, and considering the fact ya fuckin' hit her repeatedly, ya should count yourself lucky to still have ya fuckin' hands."I watch Edward nodding quickly, but he doesn't speak."Say what the fuck ya want to the police. Won't believe ya anyway, as we were all at the fuckin