Rei’s Point of View
None of this made sense. At all. I was so confused, and it made me feel even more vulnerable than I had been feeling before. X was my safe place; I wasn’t supposed to feel this way when I was with him. I closed my eyes and leaned back into him, feeling his strong arms around me.
“X, where am I right now? Can you tell me that, at least?” I whispered, scared to ask but even more terrified to know the answer.
There was a long, awkward pause, and then X sighed deeply.
“This is my home. That’s all I can tell you right now,” he replied.
I needed to know more, but there wasn’t any point in pressing him; he wasn’t going to tell me anything more.
I know you're kind-hearted and quick to forgive, but with Lillianna, you must be ruthless. If you show any weakness…” X's pained voice trailed off.
“Will she harm Xavier or the children?” I asked, fear creeping into my tone.
“Not intentionally. Her focus is on you, but she's not thinking clearly. She shot the Don,” X stated bluntly.
I froze, and X tightened his arms around me in a protective way. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and hide, but I couldn’t.
“If I could keep you here with me, safe and away from everything, you know that I would. But I can’t, Rei,” X’s voice cracked with emotion.
“You’re going to have to go back soon. Xavier and Aamon are almost done with their conversation, and Grace is more worried about you than she is letting on,” X added.
“When will I see you again?” I asked.
I was complicating things unnecessarily. But I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him yet. I don’t know if I ever would be. The truth of how I felt was seared in my heart and mind, even if I couldn’t say it aloud. And I knew that X was aware. He’d already commented on it more than once, acknowledging what I could not.
“So many questions that I don’t have the answers to,” X chuckled as he kissed my head.
“You are strong, and you are going to be okay. Have courage, Rei. You know I’ll be there if you need me,” X said, and then everything went black.
Grace’s Point of View
I assured Aamon and Xavier that Rei was safe, but the longer she stayed out of sight, the more anxious I became. Just as I was about to interrupt their conversation, Rei began to stir. A sense of relief washed over me, and I silently prayed.
"X..." Rei mumbled, causing my eyes to widen in surprise.
Why was she dreaming about the imaginary biker when she was finally with Xavier? Was it a source of comfort for her? Today had been a difficult day for her in every way possible. But it wasn't my place to question or worry about it.
“Is she awake?” Xavier’s voice startled me.
As I turned around, I noticed Xavier and Aamon standing off to the side, both of them looking at Rei. How did they sneak in without me noticing? Aamon couldn't resist teasing me.
"You're slipping, Grace," he smirked.
I couldn't deny it, but I wasn't about to admit it either. So I tried to divert the attention by giving my boyfriend a sultry look.
"Well, I am completely blinded by love right now," I said, biting my lip suggestively.
Aamon glanced at Xavier, checking if he was listening to our conversation. Meanwhile, Xavier's gaze was solely fixed on Rei. It was clear that his focus and attention were entirely on her.
Aamon's eyes burned with undeniable desire as he looked at me. He wanted me, and I knew I would gladly satisfy his cravings once Rei was safely tucked away in bed with Xavier.
“Xavier, why don’t you bring Rei to the room you two will be sharing? I think both of you need some sleep and privacy,” I suggested with a sly smile.
I wasn't concerned about anything unwanted happening between Xavier and Rei. He would never do anything to harm her. But my friend...well, Rei had been abstaining for so long that now she craved passion and pleasure. Tonight, it would be Xavier trying to reject her advances, not the other way around.
“Xavier?” Rei murmured when Xavier picked her up gently from the couch, cradling her in his arms.
“I’m here,” Xavier said, bringing Rei closer to him so he could gently kiss her forehead.
“I love you. So much. I’m sorry,” Rei mumbled and leaned in closer to him before closing her eyes again.
Xavier cast a worried glance, and I just shook my head. I guess they would just be snuggling after all tonight.
“She’s fine. I think Rei is just exhausted. Do you need help getting her to the room, or are you okay?” I asked.
Xavier's face was full of panic as he asked me, "Do you think she's going to say no?"
I had to pause before answering. Did I believe Rei would reject his proposal? Absolutely. The timing was all wrong for such a serious commitment, despite Xavier's genuine intentions. He just hadn't thought through the implications.
Unlike most women who push their partners towards marriage, Rei was never like that. It was Greg who pursued her and not the other way around. If Xavier really wanted this to work out, he would have to take things slowly. Sure, Rei may be enthusiastic about sex at the moment, but she is wary of any long-term commitment symbolized by a ring.
“I think both of you need sleep right now,” I answered.
Xavier's eyes were sorrowful as he looked at me and gave a solemn nod. Then, he turned and left the room.
“He really loves her. I think Xavier always has, and I regret standing in their way,” Aamon said as he wrapped his arms around me.
I pondered out loud, "What if they had met that night at the bar instead of Greg meeting Rei?"
"They were different people back then. It wouldn't have worked. Maybe it could have ten years ago if Xavier had been courageous enough to pursue Rei when he had the chance. Or maybe not. We can't dwell on 'what-ifs' and 'maybes,' can we?" Aamon replied.
"Every choice we make shapes us. Even our mistakes, if we view them as opportunities to learn rather than failures, it can help us grow more than instantly achieving our desires - or what we thought were our desires. If anything, tonight showed me that a greater force is guiding us. Amazingly, my grandfather could stay with us long enough to meet Rei and the kids. The fact that he did ask for forgiveness and encouraged my step-sister to embrace her family and new life will always stay with me," Aamon stated.
I sincerely apologize for the delay in posting the chapter tonight. My mind and heart were a little troubled. Thank you for your understanding. New updates will be posted on Fridays through Mondays, typically around 11:30 p.m. EST. Thank you for taking the time to read.🥰
Grace’s Point of View“You're so wise and sexy. It drives me wild,” I purred, running my tongue over my lips as I gazed at my boyfriend.Aamon's smirk widened, and he motioned for me to come to him with a single finger. I sauntered over, hips swaying suggestively, teasing him just enough to arouse but not enough to anger him. Aamon was in need of release, and I knew exactly how to give it to him. It was one of my many skills.As soon as I was close enough, Aamon hoisted me up over his shoulder and playfully slapped my ass while growling "Mine." I laughed, and he gave another firm smack, squeezing the cheek afterwards. Yes, I knew exactly what he wanted tonight, and I was more than ready to give it.With a swift movement, Aamon threw me onto the bed and swiftly locked the door behind us. I eagerly stripped off my clothes and assumed a submissive position on all fours, my back arched and head held high, ready for his every command.“You're my perfect little plaything, aren't you?” Aamon
Lillianna’s Point of View"Would you please just shut up?" I groaned, delivering a punch to the bruised and battered woman who wouldn't stop screaming.It was surprisingly easy to grab Sam and she had been giving me plenty of reasons to unleash my anger on her. It felt satisfying to finally release all my frustration without holding back, and using a human being as an outlet was strangely therapeutic. But I had to keep reminding myself not to kill her... yet.After a muffled whimper and sobbing, she fell silent. I released a heavy sigh, loosened my tense shoulders, cracked my knuckles, and wiped the blood off my hands.I reached for Sam's phone and quickly messaged Matt. I didn't want him interfering with my plan. Despite what Matt and Tom claimed, our friendship used to mean something to them. That was the only reason I would consider sparing their lives, as long as they stayed out of my way.Sam's phone buzzed almost immediately with a notification. I let out an exasperated sigh. Mat
Chloe’s Point of ViewI was dressed and ready by 5:30 a.m., which was good because Iris banged on my door at 5:45 a.m. I opened it to see her about to pound again and looked surprised that I was actually ready.“What? I told you I’d be ready,” I shrugged, trying not to be offended at how surprised Iris seemed.“But… it’s 5:45 a.m….” Iris’s voice trailed off.I sighed and shook my head. Passive aggressive much? Damn, that woman needed to get laid. Maybe Rei should talk to her about the benefits of vibrators. There is nothing wrong with finding your release if other opportunities aren’t presenting themselves. Riding your own biker boy is not an option for everyone, I thought with a giggle. And then my face fell because I realized I just laughed out loud. Oh shit.My eyes met Iris’s, and she was pissed with a capital P.“I take it you didn’t sleep well?” I asked as gently as possible, praying my voice had no teasing tone.“No. I did not,” she emphasized every word, giving me a knowing loo
Shiloh’s Point of ViewWhen I woke up, I was more than a little disoriented. I realized that I wasn’t at home in my bed. I looked around frantically until I remembered what had happened the day before and where I was. I sat up slowly in the bed, taking in my surroundings.The room was silent, and it felt as though the entire house was quiet, too. I was sure guards were still patrolling the grounds, considering who Uncle Aamon was—and who I had become. Now that I had the chance to stop, breathe, and think about everything, my mind was overwhelmed. I wished I had someone to talk to about this, but none of my friends were mature enough to discuss it on that level. I sighed deeply, knowing Salem and Onyx would look to me for clarity. The problem was, I just couldn’t make sense of it all for myself right now.I hadn’t heard any screaming last night, so I hoped my Mom and Aunt Grace had found a way to listen to each other and resolve their issues as best as possible. I wasn’t naive; I unders
Grace’s Point of ViewAs I woke up next to Aamon, who was sleeping peacefully beside me, I couldn't help but smile softly. We would both be exhausted today after everything he had been through in the last few days. But I knew better than to ask him how he was feeling; Aamon never liked showing any signs of weakness. However, I saw it as an opportunity to support and care for him, while he saw it as something that didn't align with his idea of masculinity.I wanted us to be equal partners, to share in the good and the bad moments. I longed to massage out the knots in his tense shoulders, to pleasure him endlessly when he desired dominant passion, and to submit to his every desire when he needed my submission. I loved him wholly and completely. And I wanted to be there for him in every way possible if only he would let me.I couldn't resist admiring the stunning man lying next to me. With a mischievous smile, I pulled back the sheets and took Aamon into my mouth. His groans only spurred
Matt’s Point of ViewAlex and Tom both texted back that they were working but could come and hang out later. I tossed my phone on the bed and sat down, trying to sort through the thoughts racing in my head. I was in love with Sam. I don’t know when it happened, but there was no doubt—not anymore.Memories of the last time she stayed over flooded my mind. I could still see her lying in my bed, her clothes scattered on the floor except for the thong I had insisted she wear. With her long, slender legs wrapped around my neck, I teased and pleased her until she reached orgasm multiple times at my command.I savoured the taste of her as I licked and nibbled her clit, my fingers moving in a rhythm that drove her wild. She was such a good girl, her legs trembling as she screamed my name. But even in the throes of pleasure, she knew to give me everything I demanded. It was thrilling to have such power over Sam, to know that by just touching her in a certain way, I could control her will and ma
Grace’s Point of ViewAfter we finished showering, my legs were still trembling. Aamon insisted on carrying me back to bed and holding me in his arms until I felt better. It wasn't because I was in pain but simply because I was physically exhausted. It wasn't a negative experience, but it had been a while since I had been this sexually active during our time apart. I had casual partners here and there, but my heart was never truly invested. I knew I needed to regain my stamina.I gently ran my fingers over the intricate tattoos gracing his skin, savouring the familiar feeling of him. Being close to him was like being home, bringing tears to my eyes. But I refused to let them fall; Aamon would worry that I was upset or in pain. But the truth was, I was grateful. Grateful to have this stunning man back in my life and in his bed again after all this time.“Co myślisz o mojej miłości?” Aamon whispered as I lay in his arms, and my body slowly relaxed.Even though I didn’t speak much Polish,
Ethan’s Point of ViewI dispatched a team to Lillianna's residence, making sure she and Emmanuel were not present. Iris was instructed not to enter Xavier's apartment without my permission and always to keep an eye on Chloe. Although I knew this put Sam in danger, I didn't believe Lillianna would kill the woman - perhaps harm her, which may have already happened. Even I could see how much Lillianna despised Sam.I had to handle this situation delicately, as we couldn't risk any trace leading back to Aamon, Rei, or Xavier. Lillianna was not someone to be underestimated; she managed to fatally wound Kaz in a moment of rage while he faced off against much more experienced enemies unscathed. I was just one of many who wanted her out of the picture, but I had to deal with her before she dealt with us.My phone interrupted me, and I answered it hastily, recognizing the team member's number from Lillianna's apartment."It's a disaster in here, boss. I can't tell if she trashed the place to st
X’s Point of ViewJust as I had done with Kaz, I guided Lillianna toward the light. It was effortless with Kaz; I respected the Don and enjoyed his company. However, I couldn't stand Lillianna. Yet, there was a glimmer of something in her that I couldn't ignore. After she crossed over to the light completely, I turned to leave."You're not coming with me, are you?" she asked."No," I replied."Will we ever meet again?" Lillianna's voice trembled with emotion."Not if I have any say in it," I responded sharply.“I loved him, you know. In my own way, I loved Xavier. And maybe, just maybe, he could have loved me back,” Lillianna revealed.“But you knew his heart was devoted to someone else, yet you persisted in your pursuit of him. He was never yours to claim. While Xavier may have shared his body with you, his heart always belonged to Rei. And it always will,” I retorted.“You love Rei. I can't quite comprehend who or what you are, but I recognize that feeling of loving someone you can n
Lillianna’s Point of ViewThe audacity of Aamon was unfathomable. Without a second thought, he had given my hard-earned jobs to Chloe, someone who had no business taking them from me. My head spun with fury, drowning out any sounds around me until Iris appeared, her cold voice cutting through the chaos. Before I could react, a searing pain ripped through my abdomen as her bullet tore into me. I felt my insides lurch and knew she had hit vital organs. The shock was almost too much to bear as I gasped for air, realizing this was how I imagined my end. A scream rose in my throat, but was stifled by the shock and agony coursing through my body. All I could do was curse fate for this cruel and undeserved death as I bled out on the floor in front of the bathroom. Rage turned to despair as my last thoughts faded into darkness.Chloe’s Point of ViewI couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Iris had made a grand entrance and delivered a deadly blow with precision and finality. As I stood t
Chloe’s Point of ViewI recounted all of my knowledge about Lillianna to Iris, who listened with great interest. "I have no emotional connection to Lillianna. I believe I should be the one to take her out. Would that be an issue for you?" Iris inquired.I took a moment to consider the question before me. As much as I wanted to be the one to put an end to her life, my friend was essentially being used as leverage by this deranged individual. If Sam was in danger, I feared I would hesitate to act. While I didn’t want any harm to come to my friend, I also knew that Lillianna needed to be dealt with immediately. We couldn’t afford any more delays. With a heavy sigh, I shook my head no."Alright, first, we need to figure out a plan for entering and exiting while making sure Sam makes it out alive," Iris suggested.As we finalized our plan, the two operatives Ethan had sent for backup showed up. They drove by discreetly, acknowledging us before parking on the street at a safe distance but st
Ethan’s Point of ViewI dispatched a team to Lillianna's residence, making sure she and Emmanuel were not present. Iris was instructed not to enter Xavier's apartment without my permission and always to keep an eye on Chloe. Although I knew this put Sam in danger, I didn't believe Lillianna would kill the woman - perhaps harm her, which may have already happened. Even I could see how much Lillianna despised Sam.I had to handle this situation delicately, as we couldn't risk any trace leading back to Aamon, Rei, or Xavier. Lillianna was not someone to be underestimated; she managed to fatally wound Kaz in a moment of rage while he faced off against much more experienced enemies unscathed. I was just one of many who wanted her out of the picture, but I had to deal with her before she dealt with us.My phone interrupted me, and I answered it hastily, recognizing the team member's number from Lillianna's apartment."It's a disaster in here, boss. I can't tell if she trashed the place to st
Grace’s Point of ViewAfter we finished showering, my legs were still trembling. Aamon insisted on carrying me back to bed and holding me in his arms until I felt better. It wasn't because I was in pain but simply because I was physically exhausted. It wasn't a negative experience, but it had been a while since I had been this sexually active during our time apart. I had casual partners here and there, but my heart was never truly invested. I knew I needed to regain my stamina.I gently ran my fingers over the intricate tattoos gracing his skin, savouring the familiar feeling of him. Being close to him was like being home, bringing tears to my eyes. But I refused to let them fall; Aamon would worry that I was upset or in pain. But the truth was, I was grateful. Grateful to have this stunning man back in my life and in his bed again after all this time.“Co myślisz o mojej miłości?” Aamon whispered as I lay in his arms, and my body slowly relaxed.Even though I didn’t speak much Polish,
Matt’s Point of ViewAlex and Tom both texted back that they were working but could come and hang out later. I tossed my phone on the bed and sat down, trying to sort through the thoughts racing in my head. I was in love with Sam. I don’t know when it happened, but there was no doubt—not anymore.Memories of the last time she stayed over flooded my mind. I could still see her lying in my bed, her clothes scattered on the floor except for the thong I had insisted she wear. With her long, slender legs wrapped around my neck, I teased and pleased her until she reached orgasm multiple times at my command.I savoured the taste of her as I licked and nibbled her clit, my fingers moving in a rhythm that drove her wild. She was such a good girl, her legs trembling as she screamed my name. But even in the throes of pleasure, she knew to give me everything I demanded. It was thrilling to have such power over Sam, to know that by just touching her in a certain way, I could control her will and ma
Grace’s Point of ViewAs I woke up next to Aamon, who was sleeping peacefully beside me, I couldn't help but smile softly. We would both be exhausted today after everything he had been through in the last few days. But I knew better than to ask him how he was feeling; Aamon never liked showing any signs of weakness. However, I saw it as an opportunity to support and care for him, while he saw it as something that didn't align with his idea of masculinity.I wanted us to be equal partners, to share in the good and the bad moments. I longed to massage out the knots in his tense shoulders, to pleasure him endlessly when he desired dominant passion, and to submit to his every desire when he needed my submission. I loved him wholly and completely. And I wanted to be there for him in every way possible if only he would let me.I couldn't resist admiring the stunning man lying next to me. With a mischievous smile, I pulled back the sheets and took Aamon into my mouth. His groans only spurred
Shiloh’s Point of ViewWhen I woke up, I was more than a little disoriented. I realized that I wasn’t at home in my bed. I looked around frantically until I remembered what had happened the day before and where I was. I sat up slowly in the bed, taking in my surroundings.The room was silent, and it felt as though the entire house was quiet, too. I was sure guards were still patrolling the grounds, considering who Uncle Aamon was—and who I had become. Now that I had the chance to stop, breathe, and think about everything, my mind was overwhelmed. I wished I had someone to talk to about this, but none of my friends were mature enough to discuss it on that level. I sighed deeply, knowing Salem and Onyx would look to me for clarity. The problem was, I just couldn’t make sense of it all for myself right now.I hadn’t heard any screaming last night, so I hoped my Mom and Aunt Grace had found a way to listen to each other and resolve their issues as best as possible. I wasn’t naive; I unders
Chloe’s Point of ViewI was dressed and ready by 5:30 a.m., which was good because Iris banged on my door at 5:45 a.m. I opened it to see her about to pound again and looked surprised that I was actually ready.“What? I told you I’d be ready,” I shrugged, trying not to be offended at how surprised Iris seemed.“But… it’s 5:45 a.m….” Iris’s voice trailed off.I sighed and shook my head. Passive aggressive much? Damn, that woman needed to get laid. Maybe Rei should talk to her about the benefits of vibrators. There is nothing wrong with finding your release if other opportunities aren’t presenting themselves. Riding your own biker boy is not an option for everyone, I thought with a giggle. And then my face fell because I realized I just laughed out loud. Oh shit.My eyes met Iris’s, and she was pissed with a capital P.“I take it you didn’t sleep well?” I asked as gently as possible, praying my voice had no teasing tone.“No. I did not,” she emphasized every word, giving me a knowing loo