All Chapters of Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Joker POVI haven’t left yet. Oh, I’ve moved and paced the room a little, but I haven’t left the hotel 'cause something’s gnawin' at me, like a rat in my brain, tellin' me she’s gonna run. Krystie’s not the type to just sit still and follow orders, and I know she’s thinkin' of makin' a break for it the moment I’m gone. But then there’s Ebony—I can’t leave her alone.But I have to.With a sigh, I stand up, tryin' to shake off the tension coiling around my spine. “Don’t leave. Order food if ya want, but confirm it’s actually food before ya open the door, alright?” I give 'em both a look, my eyes bouncin' between them like a pinball.“Where are you going?” Ebony asks, raisin' an eyebrow. She’s not a fool, not by a long shot.“To fix a problem,” I reply, a slow grin spreadin' across my face.She lets out a laugh, sharp and knowin'. “You mean to send a message.”Smart kid. I smirk at 'er and nod. “Exactly. So you two need to stay 'ere, understand?” She nods, and I shift my gaze to Krystie,

Krystie POVIn Joker’s mind, everything is black and white. It’s all easy, simple—stop the threat, save the girl, problem solved. But I know better. As long as Wesley’s alive, Ebony will always be in danger. I can’t sit around pretending this will all magically go away just because Joker killed a few of his men and threatened Wesley. If going back means keeping Ebony safe, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.Joker cares about Ebony in a way I’ve never seen before. It’s raw, intense, like she’s the only thing in the world that matters to him. So I can only imagine how fiercely he protects his own daughter.If Ebony is taken, if she’s lost because I didn’t do something when I had the chance? I couldn’t live with that. Not ever. So, I made my choice.I told Ebony I was going to grab food. She fought me on it—argued like hell, actually—but I insisted. I needed to go, and she wasn’t going to stop me. She’s not a fool, though. She knows it isn’t safe outside that room. Which is why Jo

Joker POVI’m fumin'. She left. She left. My whole body’s hummin' with this electric rage that just won’t quit. Krystie’s gone, and now I’m stuck here, tryin' to figure out my next move, but I can’t think straight because I don’t want to leave Ebony alone. Sure, she’ll stay put like I told her, but I’ve got no clue what Wesley would do if he somehow found out which room we’re in. He could be out there, watchin'. Waitin'. My mind spirals, and I clench my fists, nails diggin' into my palms. Focus, Joker. Focus.“Where will she be?” I bark, spinnin' to face Ebony. My voice is harsher than I intend, but I can’t control it. I need answers, need action. Maybe I can go after Krystie, drag 'er back here while keepin' Ebony safe with me. Multitask. Handle everythin'. Easy.Ebony’s eyes flick up, unsure, but she answers. “Likely the main house, with the other women.”Good. That’s good. “Then we go back there, and we get 'er. Like I got you. Simple. We do that.” My words come fast, tumblin' over

Krystie I’ll admit it now—I was a fool for coming back here. I thought I could protect Ebony, maybe even save Joker from spiraling into madness if something happened to her. I know he would. He may act tough, wild, but the truth is, if Ebony got hurt, Joker would crumble. He’d blame himself, and his own psychotic mind would turn inward, gnawing at him for letting it happen. He’d self-destruct, piece by piece.I didn’t just come back to save Ebony. I came back to save him. Joker’s the only person who ever gave a damn about me, who actually wanted to protect me. That’s... sweet, in a way, but also dangerous. It’s not right. He was here for her, not for me. I can’t let him save me at the expense of Ebony. It wouldn’t be fair.Joker’s crazy. But it’s the kind of crazy that, somehow, I find sweet. Even when he bit that guy’s ear off, there was something almost... endearing about it. Because he did it to protect us. He uses his madness as a shield, a weapon, to keep us safe. It’s terrifying

Joker POV **These chapters contain graphic torture scenes and severe mental health**I don’t stop. I can’t. My feet pound against the pavement, my breath ragged but steady, the only sound in my ears besides the thrum of my heart hammerin' in my chest. My mind is buzzin', vibratin', screamin' with one single thought: Find 'er. Find 'er now.By the time I reach the bike, I’m shakin' with adrenaline, my fingers barely workin' as I start the engine. No plan, no direction—just the overwhelmin', gut-wrenchin' need to move. To do somethin'. I tear through the streets like a bat out of hell, my mind racin' as fast as the engine, searchin' for any lead, any clue that will take me to Krystie.They aren’t followin' me. That much I’m sure of. But I can’t shake the itch crawlin' beneath my skin, the gnawin' sensation that if I stop for even a second, I’ll lose her. And I can’t lose her. Not now. Not ever.I pull over, grabbin' my phone, my hands tremblin'. There has to be somethin'—anythin'. Wesle