All Chapters of Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RobynIt's been twenty minutes, and Big King hasn't come back out. Standing, I walk through and try to open the door, but it's locked.Knocking, I wait."Fuck off, I’m busy,” Big King's shout comes through the door, and I hear her voice. Turning, I walk back through to the club."Here, this will help." Queenie smiles and slides the drink to me. "You know nothing is happening, right?"How do I know nothing is happening?"He took her to his room." Why would he do that?"Maybe they are talking." I almost roll my eyes at her words.Skin sits at the table with us."I apologise for leavin' ya that night out here; it was wrong." He smiles at me, and I nod.He shouldn't be apologising. I made that whole situation happen by messing him around rather than just deciding. "It's fine, Skin, honestly.""Well, I thought I should apologise anyway and let you know there are no hard feelings. I don't hate ya or anythin' for your choice." He smiles and hugs me.A choice I'm now questioning; my eyes go ba

Big KingI walk towards where Skyla is. "What the fuck was that?" Shoutin', I wait for her to explain."What was what, Big King?" She smiles at me, all innocent, but she's fuckin' not.I'm already regretting having her here. "You know what, comin' out fastening ya fuckin' top, makin' it look like I was fuckin' ya.""Big King, my top was covered in blood! So yeah, I fucking changed it. How does me changing my top make me look bad?"So she didn't do it on purpose?"Who is she anyway? You ran after her pretty quick," she smirked, and I glared at her."Nothin' to do with you; stay out of my life, Skyla. Day fuckin' one, and ya already causin' shit!"I take part of the blame. I should have spoken to Robyn, but I feel her reaction was more the fact Skyla was fastening her top."Big King, it wasn't her."Turnin', I see Queenie lookin' at me. "It was Skin. Robyn had doubts, but he was pushin' and talkin' about how you never lock doors. I had to walk away because of how much he was saying."Of

Robyn POVWhen I wake, I'm alone. Not moving, I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling, reminding myself of last night. I had fallen asleep, but my mind kept waking me up. I was convinced he would come to bed and not wake me, which meant my mind kept waking me. I was right; I heard the door and peeked a look at him.He stood there staring at me, and it screamed he wasn't going to wake me up. So I made him aware I was awake and waiting for him.The sound of the door has me turning to it. I watch as he walks in and sits beside me, holding out a cup. Sitting up, I take it from him, and he looks at me, waiting.What is he waiting for? Me to explain last night? Maybe that is what he's waiting for?"What do you know about Skin?"His question throws me off. "Skin?" I ask, confused as to why he's asking about him."Yes, Skin. How often did you see him at Don's place?" He looks at me, and it's clear he's accusing me of something. What?"I..." Why would I have seen Skin at Don's place? "I don't k

Big King POVHe doesn't. He wouldn't approve of Robyn going there. I think it will help them both, though; it will remind Joker of what he has waiting outside for him. He's got his parole comin' up, and seeing Robyn might motivate him to fuckin' try this time. Considerin' last time, he just sat there and laughed like a crazy person."He doesn't, you didn't even tell him!" Elaine laughs loudly."Because I didn't speak to him! I just arranged it, but he won't care. He will be fuckin' happy to see her. He will be happy to see she is alive after being told she was being sold by Don to random club members; somethin' you let fuckin' happen!" I've had enough of her pointin' the blame everywhere else.She did it when Joker got locked up, but it's wrong. "You know what, Elaine? Go ahead, hate the club and hate Joker. Remember, though, you took her away from the clubs, statin' ya need to protect her and can do it better yourself while keepin' her out of the clubs. You failed. Do ya want to hate

Robyn POVPanic surges through me as I start to turn, but Big King stops me.“Watch him! It’s just my arm, I’ll be fine,” he groans, but I can hear the strain in his voice. I can’t just stand here and do nothing while Don keeps shooting him.I glance towards Skin; he’s moving slowly, trying to stay out of sight. I shift slightly, peering around Big King. Don’s still aiming, and the other guy is distracted, staring down at his phone.“Kneecap, right? Then ya can’t ride,” Don sneers, adjusting his aim. I don’t think—I just act. Sliding around Big King, I raise the gun and fire. The shot echoes, and Don screams, dropping his gun.Before I can process what just happened, I’m yanked out of the way and pinned against a wall. “What the fuck!” Big King’s eyes blaze with anger as he glares at me.“I wasn’t going to let him kill you,” I reply, my voice trembling as I try to calm my racing heart. He keeps me pinned for a moment longer, then finally relaxes as the sound of approaching bikes fills