Semua Bab Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Bab 201 - Bab 210

Caleb POVI hear Doc laugh softly behind me.“When she’s done, the baby’s gotta go back to 'er,” he says, his tone carrying the authority of someone who knows what the hell they’re doing.“Shouldn’t she sleep? I figured someone should keep the baby away from her so she can actually rest.” It seems logical to me, and I half-expect him to agree, but Doc just shakes his head.“Nah, someone stays with her, Caleb. But the baby stays in the room with her.”I blink, the weight of that statement sinking in. “Someone as in me. Right?” I can already tell where this is going.Doc meets my gaze, his expression softening a bit. “If ya not up for it, just say the word. I’ll stay with her tonight.”The offer is tempting, and for a second, I consider letting him take over. But then the thought of King, what he’d do if I just passed this responsibility off, comes crashing into my mind. He’d gut me alive if I left Queenie alone, especially after all this.I shake my head, running a hand through my hair

QueenieWhen I wake, the room is dim, and the quiet hum of sleep fills the space. Caleb is slouched in the chair, his arms crossed and his head tilted to the side, his exhaustion etched into the lines of his face. For a moment, I just watch him, grateful but feeling the weight of everything he’s taken on. Carefully, I slide out of bed, slipping into clothes without a sound. I cradle the baby against me, his warmth and tiny breaths grounding me, and make my way to the door.I close it gently behind me, leaving Caleb to rest. He deserves it, more than I can say.The main club is filled with bodies but cloaked in a suffocating silence. It feels like walking into a wake, the weight of grief and uncertainty pressing against my chest. The laughter, the usual clatter of voices and music, all of it is absent, replaced by a solemn tension.Big King strides toward me, his presence commanding as always. Without a word, he reaches out and takes the baby from my arms. “I was goin' to come get 'im,

QueenieIt’s been a week, a full, agonizing week, since I gave birth and since King was taken from us. Today, I finally get to see him. The thought fills me with a mix of hope and dread. He insisted I not bring the baby, said it wasn’t safe, though it feels wrong. He should get to see his son. But I understand, in some twisted way, his need to protect us, even from behind bars. He didn’t even want me coming, not at first. It took Caleb and Big King arguing with him to get him to agree.Now, here I am, wrapped around Caleb as his bike eats up the miles. The wind tears at my hair, but it can’t strip away the weight on my chest. We’ve stopped twice already to stretch, and every second away from baby Caleb twists at my heart, but I need to see King. I need to see him with my own eyes and know he’s okay.When the bike finally comes to a stop, I climb off stiffly, my legs aching from the ride. Caleb shrugs off his jacket, his movements tense but calm, and I watch him curiously.He catches m

KingI didn’t want 'er 'ere. I didn’t want to risk it.This place is dangerous enough without addin' 'er to the mix. All it takes is one person to see how much Queenie means to me, how close she is, and they’d use it against me without hesitation. A rival club. A guard with a grudge. Anyone lookin' for leverage. The thought of 'er bein' in their sights makes my blood run cold. That’s why I told 'er not to come, why I fought so damn hard to keep 'er away. But no one listens to me, not Caleb, not my dad, not Doc, not even my lawyer. They were all over him, pushin' him until he convinced me to let 'er come just this once.So 'ere we are. And now she knows. She knows why she can’t come back, why Caleb or Dad or anyone else is fine, but she’s not.But the truth? The ugly, selfish truth? Another part of me didn’t want 'er 'ere 'cause I can’t fuckin' handle seein' 'er like this. 'Cause all I want to do is smash through the damn glass, grab 'er, and hold 'er so tight she forgets all of this,

CalebThere were a few reasons I stopped at the playground. The first, and most important, was to make her smile. To remind her what it feels like to be free, even if only for a moment. To see that spark in her eyes again, the one that’s been dulled by everything we’ve been through. The second reason was more practical: to tire her out. She needs rest more than she realizes, and I’m banking on the adrenaline spike from today’s chaos to knock her out when we get back.As we ride, her arms stay wrapped around me, her hold firm but soft. The roar of the bike fills the silence, drowning out the noise in my head, but not enough to quiet it completely. I’m so fucking lost on what to do.She tells me I don’t have to hold it all together, but she doesn’t understand, I do. It’s not just about her or the baby. It’s my dad, too, and the entire damn club. Everyone is reeling from King being gone. He was their rock, their solid piece, the one they all leaned on. Me? I left. For years, I wasn’t her