King
I get off the bike and walk in. Ignoring the eye rolls, I walk to where Rose is, and she smiles at us.
“Keep her safe, right?” I ask, and she nods. “I mean it, Rose, watch her.” There’s more to her fuckin’ story, and if she doesn’t know, then we don’t know if she’s safe or not.
“I swear, we won’t even drink,” Rose smiles, and I nod. Kissing Mazikeen, I walk to the table.
“See ya didn’t listen,” Colt laughs.
“Fuck off, need to talk to ya’s,” I turn and walk through, taking my seat at the table, I watch them walk in.
“We can’t kill him, not when she went back to him,” my dad speaks and sits.
“Not about Edward. it’s possibly about The Bears and their link to her,” I say and watch them go silent.
“Link to her
Maz POVKing sat me with Rose and went to speak to his brothers before coming out and dragging me into a room. I sat there while Doc looked over the scar and watched his concentration.He seemed to be working out what the mark was, or at least I thought so. He said he had to keep working on it, so maybe he hadn’t.Afterwards, King once again took me back through and sat me with Rose. Now, we’re in a shop, and she’s guiding me through some clothing that I might want.I don’t typically wear jeans. Most of my wardrobe is conservative, so the clothing in this shop is way out of my element. Then again, the clothing I wear is what my mother and Edward had me buy.So I guess this is a new start, which means a new me and new clothes.“She needs a jacket!” Ebony walks across the store and begins looking through them.“I agree, leather jacket, go try some on,” Ro
MAZ POVLast night passed quickly. I’ve hardly seen King all day; I’ve spent most of my time with Rose, Ebony, and some of the other ladies. We’ve been getting things cooked for the fundraiser. The guys set everything up outside, but we’re doing more of the organising and cooking.“That’s Avril,” Ebony nudges me, and I look across at the woman. She’s King’s age and is stunning. Blonde hair floats down her back, and her breasts are pushed up so high they are basically not even in her top anymore.I groan at the fact she’s wearing hot pants and has her stomach on full display, and here I am, covered up.“Don’t worry, she’s not important,” Ebony smiles at me. “You’re going to meet Kian today,” she says, and I nod.Kian is King’s younger brother. I’ve not met him yet, but apparently, he l
Maz POVI keep smiling at King, and he mutters something about Rose being a bad influence. Grabbing my hands, he pulls me from the floor but doesn’t stop.I end up wrapped around his body, and he walks into the toilets. I laugh slightly, and he groans.“I’m sorry, I should have hit her quicker,” I joke, and he laughs. He pushes me against the wall and stares at me.“Ya do realise what ya fuckin’ shouted, right?” He asks, and I think back, but I don’t. My head shakes, and he chuckles. What did I shout? I blame Rose. She gave me too much alcohol. “Rather than telling me,” he says, and I watch as he unfastens my jeans and pulls them down.“Step out, babes,” I lift my feet and step out of them, confused by what I shouted out as he hasn’t told me yet. “As I was sayin’, rather than tellin’ me ya fuckin’ loved m
Maz POVKing guides me to a table where Doc and Big King are. He pushes me down into the seat.“Fix ’er face while I speak,” King explains, and Doc nods. He walks off and comes back with some things. I watch Colt and the others join us.“Ya messed up her face for a quiet one, ya can fight,” Big King laughs. I know how to throw a punch. That is down to Tony.“Yeah, when I walked in, ya were laying into her, so how the fuck did ya learn to punch like a man?” Colt laughs.“My brother taught me,” I reply, and King looks at me. He doesn’t know about my family, so he has no idea I have a brother. I guess that’s a conversation for later.“Well, ya broke her nose. Proud of you for fightin’ back,” Big King smiles at me.“Need to find out how Avril knows. She mentioned Edward and her daughter. Maz only told Rose and Ebony, and we know they
Maz POVKing looks at me, waiting for me to explain, but I don't want to. I don't want to get into it."Babes, need to know what the fuck' ya see that has ya hiding ya body from me." He wraps his arms around my waist. "I noticed. Ya fine stripping in front of me, but not if I am focused on ya body, so explain what the fuckin' issue is," he asks and waits for my response."I'm not as young as you, King," I say, and he laughs."Ya not fuckin' old either, so tell me right now, show me one issue with ya fuckin' body. Come on, I'm waiting." He stands and waits. He honestly wants me to point out every flaw and issue I have on my body."You really want me to list the issues with my body?" I ask, and he nods."Yeah, 'cause I don't see shit, so tell me," he says and waits for me to explain."Fine, for one, my boobs. They are not as firm as they used to be, the difference from ten years ago is huge," I shout and he laughs. Moving, I swing for him, and his hand catches my fist."Sorry for laughi
Maz POVToday has been long. I've spent the entire day working. Mondays are the worst, but I think that's more because I've spent all weekend with King, and now I'm faced with not seeing him for hours. Then, there's the chance after he's busy with the club, so I won't see him even more today. It's like I'm having withdrawals from him.I hate hiding our relationship, but he only has two months left. He studied elsewhere for years until he got a spot here. I'm glad he did, as I doubt we would be together otherwise.Something that makes me want to work is the sketches and poems that King writes and draws. I love the small bit of happiness I get when I see the piece of paper before I even see what he's drawn or written.I've got to go through divorce things, so today I don't leave the lecture hall, I sit and work on it from my laptop, which shocks King when he walks in with the paper.Looking at him, I smile."Not a surprise if ya fuckin' here to see me put it down." He laughs and places
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
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
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