Semua Bab Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Joker POVThe bike hums beneath me, but my mind’s elsewhere, and the ride back is gonna take longer than usual—longer than I want it to. Normally, I’d push straight through, not stoppin’ until we’re back at the club, but I can’t this time. I glance back, feel Krystie’s arms around me, but there’s a hollowness in 'er grip. She’s quiet, too quiet, and it’s a silence that gnaws at me. The kind that seeps into ya bones and makes everything feel off.I stop for food, the crew pullin' in behind me. Everyone’s laughin’ and jokin’ at the table, but she’s gone somewhere in her head. That faraway look in 'er eyes—I hate it. It’s not somethin’ I like seein’, not on 'er. It scares me more than any threat could. She looks lost, like she’s driftin’ through space, and I know it ain’t just the kids. It’s deeper than that. Wesley, the life she left behind, the life she’s still tryin’ to shake.I ain’t stupid. I know nothin’ I say will change her mind. She’s already decided that leavin’ her kids behind

Krystie POVJoker’s arms wrap around me, pulling me close, his warmth seeping into my skin, but it doesn’t reach deep enough. My head’s a mess. I can feel him trying to pull me back, to ground me, but I’m still stuck, lost in my thoughts. Everything’s been spinning since I saw my kids on that beach. The look on their faces, the life they’ve built without me, it’s haunting. How do I reconcile that? How do I walk away, knowing they’re safer without me, but also knowing I’m leaving a part of myself behind?The entire time I was with Wesley, I fought to survive to go back to them. Now what do I have to live for?He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear, soft and coaxing. “Talk to me, Tiny Demon,” he whispers, his voice low and full of concern. “You don’t have to face it alone.”But how can I talk when I don’t even know what to say? I feel like I’ve made the right choice, keeping them away from the mess that’s my life, from the darkness that constantly surrounds me. But it doesn’t mak

Joker POVI watch her as she sleeps, peaceful and curled up against me. There’s somethin' so damn comfortin' about holdin' 'er like this, and I let myself give in to it. Wrappin' 'er even closer, I drift off with 'er in my arms, feelin’ the calm settle in a way it rarely does.When I wake up, the light’s creepin' in through the window, castin' a soft glow on her face. She’s still wrapped around me, her breathin' slow and steady. I lay there for a moment, just takin’ it in, the way her body feels pressed against mine. Last night... last night was somethin’ else. It wasn’t just about the sex or the heat between us. It was about more than that.I’m glad she mentioned marriage and kids last night. Not because I wanted either of those things, but because it means she’s been thinkin' about this, about us. Somewhere in that mind of 'ers, she’s questioned where this was headed, and that makes me happy. Hell, it makes me more than happy. It confirms that this thin' between us isn’t just about

Krystie POVJoker’s arm wraps around me, his presence as steady as ever, guiding me inside the clubhouse. The minute we step through the doors, it feels like the air shifts—thick with the smell of alcohol, leather, and smoke. It’s loud, rowdy, and everything I imagined a motorcycle club would be, but somehow it still catches me off guard. People turn to look at us, their eyes curious and lingering on me. I’ve never been in a place like this before, and I can feel the weight of their stares. But with Joker by my side, I feel a strange sense of security.The bar area is dimly lit, bathed in a warm, golden glow from the overhead lights. The walls are lined with framed pictures—old photos of bikes, the club’s patch, and some shots of the guys over the years. The smell of beer and sweat hangs in the air, mingling with the sharp scent of motor oil that seems to cling to everything. The furniture’s worn, but solid—a mix of heavy wooden tables and mismatched chairs. In the corner, there’s a p

Queenies POVDoc chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, ya know how he is. Took all of us pushin' him to get him to wear his jacket for the weddin'. He didn’t want to do it, said he wanted it to be ‘special,’ not ‘leather and shit.’”I laugh at that. “Of course he did. He’s always trying to make things perfect, but he doesn’t realize I don’t want that. I want him as he is, not some polished-up version.”Doc nods knowingly. “We told him. Even Joker was givin' him hell about it,” he adds with a grin. “But we finally convinced him to wear it. He’s nervous, though. Not that he’d admit it, but I can tell. Today’s a big deal for him.”I glance out the window, my thoughts drifting to King. The idea of him being nervous makes me smile a little. The big, tough man who doesn’t flinch in a fight is worried about me walking down the aisle.“I’m marrying him,” I say softly, more to myself than to Doc. “He has nothing to worry about.”Doc gives a soft hum in agreement, leaning back in the seat. “