Semua Bab Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Joker POV **Contains scenes similar to last chapters**“Hunt them, kill them, tear them apart. The hunt is my love, the kill is my art,” I chant, the words like a drumbeat in my head.With each kill, I feel myself slippin’ further, losin’ control, but I don’t care. The only thin’ that matters is Krystie. Findin’ her. Savin’ her. Tearin’ this house apart until she’s safe.My Tiny Demon. She’s the only thin’ keepin’ me tethered to any kind of reality, and without ’er, I’ll burn this whole world down.The next one is in the hallway, tryin’ to run. I see him scrambling, his hands shakin’ as he fumbles for his gun, but he’s too slow. I’m on him in a heartbeat, slammin’ him into the wall. His head cracks against the wood, and I can’t stop laughin’. The sound echoes in the house, bouncin’ off the walls like a twisted symphony.“Hunt. Catch. Kill,” I chant, my voice growin’ louder as I drive my knife into his gut. “Kill each one, make them bleed, remind them she belongs to me!” I lunge the kn

Big King POVI groan as Joker bolts out the door. Of course, he fuckin’ does. Should’ve seen it comin'. Joker’s never been the type to listen when he’s spiralin'. The second things don’t go his way, he flies off the handle, and now he’s gone, leavin' us all to pick up the pieces.I glance down at Ebony, who’s clutching me tightly, her face buried against my chest as she sobs quietly. Her sobs are muffled, but each one feels like it echoes in the room. She’s lost in her own fear, and I don’t blame her. Joker was losin' it back there—spiralin' deep into a dark place I know too well. We’ve all seen it before, but this time... this time feels different. It feels like somethin' bad is about to happen, somethin' none of us can pull him back from.I know Ebony doesn’t fully understand the weight of it or the risk of Joker unravelin' like this, but she can sense it. The fear in her eyes tells me that much. When ya see someone who’s usually so in control of their chaos, then it spirals, it sha

Big King POVI get ready to leave. Just then, the door swings open, and I freeze in place. “What the fuck are you doin’ ‘ere?” I bark as Robyn walks in, lookin’ furious.“Like I was goin’ to sit and wait.” She glares at me and I stand confused. “I heard you, telling the guys my dad sounded off, and you were worried,” she snaps, glancin’ around the room. “Where is he?”Before I can answer, King swears under his breath. I turn to see Queenie walking into the room, both of them defyin’ every single order to stay behind. I thought they would listen, but clearly they don’t.“We don’t know where Joker is yet,” I tell them. “But we’re goin’ to find him. Stay with Ebony.”Robyn opens her mouth to argue, and I cut her off.“Don’t! We can’t get him and keep ya safe, someone needs to watch Ebony, so stay here!” I order. Her mouth opens, but I’m already headin’ for the door. I can hear King and Queenie bickerin’ behind me, but I ignore them. We don’t have time for this.Ink and Caleb return just

Krystie POVI don’t remember much, but I do remember the cold. The bone-chilling, soul-numbing cold that seeped into my body like death’s embrace. No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake it. My fingers, my toes—they felt like ice, but the real pain came from my chest. My lungs burned from the repeated plunges into ice water. The torture felt endless. Each time Wesley or one of his goons shoved me under, it felt like my body was giving up on me. Every gasp I took when they pulled me back up burned my throat and reminded me how fragile I was.I have no idea how long it lasted—hours, maybe days. I slipped in and out of consciousness, the world a blur of pain and cold. My mind couldn’t hold onto anything solid. All I knew was the cold and the dull, throbbing ache of my broken wrist and fingers. I had fought back once, trying to swing at them, and they broke me for it. After that, I think I stopped fighting. I was too weak, too tired, and too scared that I might break in more ways than one.

Krystie POVThe door shuts behind the guys, leaving me alone with Ebony, Queenie, and Robyn. The room feels different now, quieter, but not calm. It’s like a storm is building, just waiting for Joker to wake up and unleash whatever madness he’s holding inside. I glance behind at him, his arms still wrapped tightly around me as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go. He’s asleep, though—his breathing is slow, deep. There’s a strange peace in that, but it won’t last. When Joker wakes up, everything will be chaos again.I don’t know what I want more—to keep him sleeping or to wake him up. At least while he’s unconscious, he’s not doing anything crazy. But I know I can’t sit here forever with his arms wrapped around me like this. His grip feels possessive, protective, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s still fighting in his dreams.“So, you’re ‘Tiny Demon,’ huh?” Queenie smirks at me from her spot on the couch, breaking the silence.“Apparently,” I mutter. It still baffles me why Joke