Rebel POV.True to their words, I was in big trouble when they got me home. Did I resist? Nope, I didn’t. I could have easily but I was exhausted and I don’t want to admit it, but I’m still healing. So being tied to the bed is amazing.Even if I am naked and spread eagle, but you get the idea. All t
“I think she is enjoying this a little too much. What you think Dante?” Oh he better not! He better keep doing what he is doing, or I will go insane. Which won’t take much, I’m already on the brink of insanity.“Hmm, I think you’re right.” Dante says after he releases my nipple with a pop and the fi
I don’t even hear them move, too absorbed in holding off when my hands and ankles feel lighter as the blindfold is removed and I blink to clear my vision. I see them both standing there, stroking their cocks.“Fuck me, please.” I beg and moan as tears leave my eyes. Not in pain, but overwhelming ple
Dante POV.It has been just over six months since the whole fiasco with Rebel escaping and running off to get Sara and Roman.The five men that were dropped into the custody of the FBI and RICO have gone to trial, rushed, of course. Then again, anything that concerns the Moretti’s is always dealt wi
The first time she cooked for us, it was completely inedible. She laughed and said it will be better next time and true to her word it was.My phone pings with a new message and I find myself smiling at the screen when I see it’s a text from Dylan.Dylan: Hey babe, don’t forget about dinner tonight.
After battling traffic, I drive into the driveway and it to the garage. I see Dylan’s bike and smile. I climb out and grab my things. Lock the car and lock the garage down. I enter the kitchen through the adjoining door and the smell of lasagne and garlic bread fills my senses.“Honey’s I’m home!” I
Rebel POV.Seven months. It has been seven months since I told them I was pregnant. I only have two weeks left and my feet are killing me and so is my back.I have this duck pregnancy waddle down. Even Lubov rolls her eyes when I’m waddling through the house. But she doesn’t leave my side.For the l
I have been tortured in exercises, shot and stabbed, but this pain is nothing like any of that. Now I know how the victims in the film Alien felt like as the alien burst through their chests. Fuck!“Ok, come on. Dylan will meet us at the hospital.” He says as he helps me to my feet. I don’t have any
Honey’s POV.Swallowing one’s pride is never easy to do, but I have to, and I have to admit defeat. Defeat that I thought I was strong enough to fight this fucker alone. I don’t even know what happened that day.I was feeling good one minute and the next, all my energy just left the damn building. I
Lucky’s POV.I rode like the hounds of hell were on my tail. I rode through red lights and everything. I didn’t stop. I needed to get to my girl. Nothing was going to stop me.Luckily for me, the roads were quiet. Lucky by name, Lucky by nature. I pulled up at the hospital to see Judge pacing outsid
Lucky’s POV.I have had one of the prospects watching Honey from a far for a few days, as I have been called back to the clubhouse over a new development that needs my attention.“CHURCH!” I shout as I stalk through the clubhouse and towards the conference room. I take my seat at the head of the tab
Honey POV.It has been weeks since I saw Lucky and many more chemo treatments within that time. I haven’t left the house. The only time I do leave is for treatment. I have all my shopping delivered to the house. I can’t face the world right now. I have had my bout of energy and now I have crashed.B
Lucky’s POV.I drove momma Bertha back, and the drive back was silent as thoughts swirled around my head. Honey is as stubborn as a bull, but the look in her eyes when she saw me made my heart break further. Honey has been through so much, and it is not fair that she is having to fight this fucking
“Ok, are you eating enough at home?” She asks and I bite my lip and shake my head.“It’s kind of hard to eat when I can’t taste anything. Everything is bland, I have to add spices to my food to get some kind of flavour. I sleep a lot. I have episodes of energy, so I try to get everything done, then
Honey’s POV.I wake up with the mother of all headaches. I groan and blink as I take in the room. Just great, I didn’t even make it home. I feel a weight in my hand and turn my head to see Lucky staring into space as he holds my hand.I try to remove my hand from his when he blinks and looks at me.
Lucky’s POV.It has been nearly five months since Honey walked away for good, and I can’t say I blame her. After that night went down at the clubhouse, my brothers and their women have looked at me differently.They refuse to speak to me unless it is club related. I didn’t waste any time with Jeremy
Honey’s POV.I’m dangling like a dead body over his shoulder as he walks with me back inside the clubhouse.“Are you going to behave?” He asks, and I have to bite back the word no, so I nod my head.“Yes,” I lie as he places me on my feet and the first I do is slap him.“You didn’t tell me why the t