Semua Bab Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Bab 31 - Bab 40

MAZ POVLast night passed quickly. I’ve hardly seen King all day; I’ve spent most of my time with Rose, Ebony, and some of the other ladies. We’ve been getting things cooked for the fundraiser. The guys set everything up outside, but we’re doing more of the organising and cooking.“That’s Avril,” Ebony nudges me, and I look across at the woman. She’s King’s age and is stunning. Blonde hair floats down her back, and her breasts are pushed up so high they are basically not even in her top anymore.I groan at the fact she’s wearing hot pants and has her stomach on full display, and here I am, covered up.“Don’t worry, she’s not important,” Ebony smiles at me. “You’re going to meet Kian today,” she says, and I nod.Kian is King’s younger brother. I’ve not met him yet, but apparently, he l

Maz POVKing guides me to a table where Doc and Big King are. He pushes me down into the seat.“Fix ’er face while I speak,” King explains, and Doc nods. He walks off and comes back with some things. I watch Colt and the others join us.“Ya messed up her face for a quiet one, ya can fight,” Big King laughs. I know how to throw a punch. That is down to Tony.“Yeah, when I walked in, ya were laying into her, so how the fuck did ya learn to punch like a man?” Colt laughs.“My brother taught me,” I reply, and King looks at me. He doesn’t know about my family, so he has no idea I have a brother. I guess that’s a conversation for later.“Well, ya broke her nose. Proud of you for fightin’ back,” Big King smiles at me.“Need to find out how Avril knows. She mentioned Edward and her daughter. Maz only told Rose and Ebony, and we know they

Maz POVToday has been long. I've spent the entire day working. Mondays are the worst, but I think that's more because I've spent all weekend with King, and now I'm faced with not seeing him for hours. Then, there's the chance after he's busy with the club, so I won't see him even more today. It's like I'm having withdrawals from him.I hate hiding our relationship, but he only has two months left. He studied elsewhere for years until he got a spot here. I'm glad he did, as I doubt we would be together otherwise.Something that makes me want to work is the sketches and poems that King writes and draws. I love the small bit of happiness I get when I see the piece of paper before I even see what he's drawn or written.I've got to go through divorce things, so today I don't leave the lecture hall, I sit and work on it from my laptop, which shocks King when he walks in with the paper.Looking at him, I smile."Not a surprise if ya fuckin' here to see me put it down." He laughs and places

Maz POVAs we get closer, I hear Big King.“Ya takin’ the piss, my boy was fuckin’ ‘ere. What is it, Delcote? Still tryin’ to find a way to take down the club and now makin’ up some bullshit story?” He glares at the cop.“Come on, King, I need to question them both.” The cop turns to look at me. “I’m Delcote. You must be Mazikeen, Edward’s wife,” he says.“Ex. Wife,” King growls.“Legally still his wife, Ezekiel. Is there somewhere I can ask her questions, or am I taking her in?” He asks.“Use the first bay in the garage. It’s empty,” Big King points, and Delcote leads me over. Standing inside, I look at him."Need to know what happened with your husband? His face is pretty badly beaten and needs stitches on his eye," he stands, looking at me."No idea, I didn't even know he was hurt," I lie, and he sighs."He says you were there, and Lucinda also confirms his version. So what happened, as they said Ezekiel did it?" he asks, and I shrug. I'm not about to agree; in some ways, Edward de

Maz POVAfter our argument last night, King fucked relentlessly on the floor, then told me it was purely to point out that if they hadn't sorted shit, he couldn't do that cause of how fucked the wood was.He was right. The wood in the house was fucked, so them sanding it and painting everything has helped.I feel him kiss me, and it stirs me from my sleep."Gotta go, babe. Shit needs sorting at the club. See ya later," he whispers. I don't wake up enough to reply. I just mumble back to him.I'm not sure how long after he left I woke up fully, but the side he sleeps in is cold, so he must have left hours ago. Turning, I see the paper on the bed. I smile and reach for it. Turning it over, my eyes widen.The sketch shows a person with the centre of their body hollowed out and empty. There's no longer a heart there. I read the poem.Hollowed outEmpty withinNothing lingersNothing livesCold spreads quicklyHardeningTurning into iceFragile and weakenedCracks begin to formUntil shatte