KingI set out on a mission to get my kitten a new phone and car. I know she lost our little bet, but I still want to take care of her and ensure her and Zuri never have to depend on that stupid, abusive asshole ever again.I pull up to the dealership on my bike, the roar of the engine dying as I kick the stand down. As I dismount, I spot a nervous salesman that approaches me in the parking lot like a goddamn mouse trying to ambush a mountain lion.He reaches his hand out, and I shake it, squeezing firmly enough that he knows who's in charge here, my eyes never leaving his.His face blanches. "Hello, Sir. My name is Jake. C-Can I help you?" he stammers. The way he's shaking, I'm pretty sure he's going to piss his fucking pants any moment."Yeah, you can actually. I'm looking for a car. Good mileage, very safe, comfortable, sexy. Can fit two...maybe three kids. I don't know, I haven't determined how many we're going to have yet. Oh, also has a wide trunk."His mouth gapes, opening and
KingWhen I return home, I find Niko on the couch, holding Zuri on his chest, sleeping like she doesn't have a care in the world. Must be nice."Where's our kitten?" I ask quietly to avoid disturbing Zuri."Upstairs sleeping. Our sweet girl was so exhausted, she didn't even wake when Zuri cried. Hopefully, she doesn't freak the fuck out when she wakes up and doesn't see her," he replies softly."How long has she been asleep?""A few hours."A smirk curls my lips. "Perfect. That means she won't mind being woken up."I stalk upstairs and find her asleep in the guest bedroom, her dark hair splayed across the pillow. The curtains are drawn shut, enveloping the room in darkness once I close the door.I climb into the bed, yanking the blanket away from her perfect body. My heart pounds in anticipation as I hold my breath, waiting to see if she'll wake up. She doesn't. Laying right behind her, the heat of her body draws me in like a moth to a flame. I lean in, inhaling her sweet, floral scen
AlyssaAfter King left, there was no way I was going back to sleep when his cum was leaking out of me. Instead, I took a cold shower to try to calm the throbbing between my legs. How could I possibly want more after that? When my body is already sore from the rough, brutal way he fucked me the past two nights?I literally feel so ashamed. I begged him to let me come, and then to make things worse, I screamed his name.What is wrong with me? Ugh, I need help!Does that asshole think he can just sneak into my bed, touch my pussy whenever he wants to, and I'm just going to...let him?I mean, yeah that's exactly what happened, but that's because I did lose that bet with him, and I also wasn't prepared to kick his ass.Next time I will be.After the shower, that does little to relieve my growing sexual frustration, I throw on some clothes and head downstairs. Zuri is sleeping on the couch beside Niko, her tiny body looking even more previous against the massive frame of the man sitting nex
MasonI pull in front of King's house on my bike, the weight of the new phone he asked me to bring tucked in my jacket pocket. It's not often King calls me over, so I assume something serious is going on.Nobody really ever explains shit to me, but it's not like I care. Ignorance is bliss, they say. I don't ask questions. I just do what I'm told and try to stay out of the way.In a way, I see myself as a vault. People come to me with their darkest secrets because "I'm such a good listener," but it's really just because I don't care enough to respond. Still, my memory is annoyingly exceptional, so I'm always gathering new information, filing it away for later.When I step inside, my eyes instantly land on Alyssa Carter, holding a rather large and alert baby in her arms.Interesting.So, I guess her and Isaac had a child together. Why is she here, then? In the home of the man she has always claimed to hate the most? She's dressed comfortably and barefoot, as if she spent the night.Okay
AlyssaI watch from the kitchen as all the boys come out of King's office together. King holds a white box in his hand, and I eye it with suspicion."Come here, kitten," he purrs, beckoning me with a finger.I roll my eyes. "What?"Balancing Zuri on one hip, I cautiously approach them like a snake is going to pop out of the box and attack me.King offers it to me with a smirk. "Open it.""What is it?" My heart races as I furrow my brows, taking the box from him. I lift the lid and find a brand-new iPhone inside.What in the actual fuck?"W-What is this for?" I stammer, gaping at him."Yours.""For?"His eyebrows knit together. "It's. Yours." He stares at me like I'm the dumbest person alive.I don't know how to respond, so I just stand there, staring."I think our sweet girl is in shock," Niko chuckles. "Just wait until she sees the car."A car???I frown, disbelief washing over me. "What are you talking about?"When I look at King, his expression is impassive. I stomp towards the fro
AlyssaIt's been a few hours since King and Niko left, and Mason is just sitting in an armchair, reading a book. Like, a physical book. Dressed in jeans and a dark-blue dress-shirt, he looks a lot hotter than I remember. I really didn't think I had a thing for forearms, but here we are. His sleeves are rolled up, exposing sinewy muscles and a dusting of hair that catches the light just right, making my heart do an annoying little flip.It's not surprising that he has barely uttered a word to me. Even in high school, he rarely spoke. He just followed the other dumbasses around, ruling the school and finding time out of their day to fuck with me.I still find it so strange that I'm allowing my former bullies to protect me and my child. They were so cruel to me. Now they're pretending to care about my well-being. I can't help but feel like I need to brace myself for when they revert to their former selves and stop with this whole charade.I can't let my guard down with them completely.I
Alyssa I shake off the horrible memory, forcing myself to focus on the here and now. Mason flips a page in his book, completely absorbed, giving me the space to breathe and collect my thoughts. His presence is strangely comforting, even if I'm still wary of his intentions. Zuri's soft coos draw my attention, and I smile down at her. "You hungry, baby girl?" I murmur, lifting her into my arms. I carry her to the kitchen, feeling Mason's eyes on me as I prepare a bottle. "Do you need any help?" Mason's deep voice startles me, and I nearly drop the can of formula on the floor. I turn to find him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. Is he really speaking to me, or am I that out of my mind that I'm imagining it? "I'm fine," I reply, trying to calm my racing heart. "Just feeding her." He nods, but doesn't move, watching as I set Zuri on the counter and finish making the bottle. Once I do, I settle her back into my arms, and hand her the bottle. My eyes lift to find Mason
AlyssaOnce Niko returned from whatever illegal shit he was doing, Mason said goodnight and went home. Niko suggested that I sleep in King's room with Zuri while he took the guest bedroom. I was hesitant at first, but then he said King would most likely not be back tonight.When I wake up, sometime in the middle of the night, I catch the outline of a man standing at the end of the bed. Zuri is sleeping in her crib right beside me.Panic surges through me, and I sit up, ready to defend us. What if Isaac found us? What if he's about to drag us back to the house and kill us?"Relax, kitten. It's just me," King murmurs, his voice instantly calming me somehow.I breathe a sigh of relief as my heartbeat gradually climbs back down. "Oh, sorry we stole your room. Niko said you wouldn't come back tonight. That's the only reason we slept in here.""I have absolutely no problem with you sleeping in my bed."He quietly climbs into bed, settling beside me with his arm above his head. Even in the d
Alyssa I can't believe I'm doing this. I took the car after Gray was arrested, not bothering to tell the guys. Now Logan's in the passenger seat, and Christine's sitting quietly behind him. I've pulled the seat in close, gripping the wheel tight as I weave through traffic like a woman possessed. I know I shouldn't have taken off the way I did, but something inside me needed to feel in control again. Especially after the day I've had. I haven't driven since the day I escaped Isaac, and...it just feels good. Besides, I shouldn't feel guilty anyway. I'm a grown-ass woman, and technically, King bought this car for me, so really, I'm not doing anything wrong, right? But even as I tell myself that, the guilt gnaws at me. I know the guys are going to be furious with me anyway. I'm in serious trouble, and the thought fills me with a mix of apprehension and a strange thrill. I still can't believe Gray punched Isaac in the face, and I'm pretty sure he broke his nose. There was blo
Nikolai King doesn't take my offer of letting me help him calm down. Instead, he just destroys the meeting room. I watch in tense silence, swirling a glass of whiskey, the sound of his fists slamming against the walls ringing in my ears. Fuck. Every second we're in here while Alyssa's out there with him feels like a thousand knives twisting in my gut. But King? He's on a rampage, tearing through the room like the fucking Hulk. Gray was right—King would've ended up arrested or killed out there, and I can't lose him. The only reason I'm okay letting the woman I love be out there without us is because I know Gray and War aren't going to let anything happen to her. I cringe as King destroys Gray's chair. Yeah, Gray's not gonna love that, but it's better than King pummeling Isaac like this in front of the cops. We already know King's never been one to have control over his emotions, but when it comes to Alyssa? It's a hundred times worse. Each punch King throws is an explo
Gray When Alyssa looks at me, I already know what's running through her head. Her eyes plead with me, but behind that desperation is a determination I've never seen before. She's going to sacrifice herself. Whatever bullshit he's feeding her has wormed its way into her brain, convincing her that she has no other choice and going with him is the only way to protect her child. I can't let it happen. I know I made her a promise, but now, watching her stare down the devil himself, I can't go through with it. If I let her walk away with him, King will fucking kill me—and I won't even fight back because I'll deserve it. Even worse than that, I'll have to live with myself knowing that I failed her. Again. Isaac's playing his hand perfectly, like the smug, manipulative asshole he is. Dragging the law into this was a bitch move, and he knows it. He's got just enough leverage to make Alyssa think she's cornered, but what he doesn't know is that we can play just as dirty. Wha
Alyssa Isaac's gaze rakes over me, his mouth twisting with disgust. I know exactly what he's thinking. Tight clothes, makeup—things he always despised. Not because he cared about how I looked, but because I wasn't what he wanted. I realize now that no matter how hard I tried back then, I'd never be 6'2", muscular, and hung like a goddamn horse ready to shove my cock into his ass and mouth—you know, like the fantasies he hates himself for. I cross my arms over my chest, forcing my tone calm despite the malice burning beneath. "I thought you said we don't bring the law into family matters." His head tilts, a razor-sharp smile cutting across his face. "That's before you ran off with my daughter, tried to hit me with a fucking car and hid behind a bunch of thugs for months." He says the word "thugs" like a curse, daring me to react. "I didn't kidnap Zuri," I snap, my voice rising despite trying to remain calm. "You said you'd kill me. Bury me where no one would ever find me
Alyssa The sight of Isaac sends an icy chill racing through me, like shards of glass piercing my skin. It feels like I can't fucking breathe, and I instinctively step closer to King, clutching his jacket like it's the only thing keeping me upright. His body stiffens in response, a dark energy rising within him as he positions himself in front of me, shielding me from my husband's view. Niko and War shift, their bodies taut with the same protective force radiating off King. After sending Christine inside with two of his men, Gray's voice cuts cold as steel as he addresses the police, "What can we help you with, officers?" A grizzled, older man with a stoic face steps forward, his hand resting on the holster of his gun. His eyes flicker nervously between us. "Mr. Carter requested a civil escort to speak with his wife." Wife. The word twists in my gut, making me want to vomit again. I shake my head, forcing my voice to steady. "I'm not his wife anymore." "Wrong. We're still
Alyssa "Let's ride!" Gray's commanding voice booms through the parking lot, drawing a cheer from the crowd of bikers. King helps me onto the back of his bike, his hands firm but careful. I slide into place, my arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. His scent—leather with a hint of spice—wraps around me, and I bite my lip against the heat stirring deep in my core. Engines roar to life around us, the sound vibrating through my chest and sending goosebumps racing over my skin. As we take off behind Dave, Gray, and Niko, the others fall into formation, a unified force rumbling through the streets. We take a scenic route out of town, and I'm momentarily mesmerized by the blur of rich autumn colors. The crisp autumn air fills my lungs, and for a fleeting moment, I allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, today will be okay. Isaac can't be stupid enough to show his face with this much firepower around me. But the tension in my chest refuses to fade. All I can t
Alyssa "Oh my gosh, there you are, Alyssa!" Ashley squeals, throwing her arms around me before Chelsea follows suit, squeezing me just as tightly. As soon as I stepped out of the car, they were already waiting for me in front of the clubhouse, surrounded by the bikers quickly filling the parking lot for today's event. Seeing my friends again feels so damn good, even if this isn't just a reunion. It's a plan, a strategy. If things go south today with Isaac, they'll be the ones running with my daughter to safety. "Who is he?" Chelsea's question snaps me out of my thoughts, her gaze flickering over my shoulder. I don't need to turn around to know who she's talking about. War's presence looms, sharp and unsettling, like a thorn embedded in my side. He's been babysitting me since Gray called the guys inside, and while I still don't understand why he's here, I'm relieved he rode his own bike. If I had to ride in the car with him, I would've lost my shit. I'd rather have Loga
Mason "Did last night feel different to anyone else?" Niko asks, his voice tinged with concern as he lazily stirs protein shakes for himself and King. I'm at the table with Zuri, who's giggling as I help her cut up her eggs. Eggs and sausage seemed like an easy meal, considering we'll likely be out all morning. It still blows my mind that I told King about what happened—about how I thought I was going through some type of bi-awakening or something. Or maybe he's right. Maybe I was just hornier than I thought and seeing him and Niko fuck just set me off. But does that really explain why my cock twitched watching Niko lick my cum off Alyssa's hand? Damn. I planned to take it to my grave, but it felt good to talk to King about it. I didn't feel like such a freak after, and maybe one day, when I'm a lot fucking braver, I'll take him on his offer of exploring whatever the hell that was. "Different how?" I ask Niko, biting into a piece of sausage. Zuri mirrors me, grinning,
King Alyssa's body trembles beneath me as I press into her, inch by inch, savoring the warmth that wraps around me like home. She's sore—I can feel it. Niko and Mason fucked the hell out of her. But she takes me anyway, her nails digging into my back, her moans threading through the air like a melody meant only for my ears. I bury my nose in her throat, drinking in her scent—sweet and intoxicating as always, even laced with sweat and cum clinging to her skin. Her body doesn't just accept me; it molds to me, holding on like I'm all she needs. But I can also feel my brothers inside her still, the slickness of their combined seed, hot and thick, clinging to her walls. Fuck. The sensation damn near makes me come on the spot. "They filled you up so good, didn't they, kitten?" My voice is a low, rough growl that comes from somewhere deep inside me. It isn't even about pleasure right now—it's about making sure she feels every fucking word I can't get out. I watched the way sh