LOGINMy heart doesn't just drop.It crashes.Ashley.Of course it's her.One of his sister's little friends. Leather pants, a halter top that shows just how desperate she is, and the kind of smug smile that makes me want to rip out her hair strand by strand.Heat climbs up my neck.Rage. Embarrassment. S
"Final boarding call for Flight 238..."I finish the last sip of my mimosa, sling my Gucci diaper bag over one shoulder, smooth the fabric of my dress with a flick of my wrist, and reach for Cameron with the kind of ease that only comes from knowing no one else is going to carry the weight for you.
Christine(August 2025 — 9 months after I left)"I have to ask," Evelina says, her voice soft but unwavering as she shifts Cameron in her arms, rocking him like she's done it a million times. "Are you sure about this? Going back to him?"I lift my mimosa and take a measured sip, letting the citrus b
"You wouldn't love me if I wasn't.""I assure you I would."Carol turns back to me, her voice softening. "Honey, anytime you need help with the babies, you call us. Day or night. Nothing's more important than family."Relief settles heavy in my chest, dragging the rest of me down with it."Thank you
As I ruffle Niko's hair while he sits beside me, a soft knock echoes through the room, followed by the quiet creak of the door swinging open."Mind if we come in?" Carol's voice floats gently through the doorway.Niko lifts his head, quickly wiping away the evidence that he'd been crying."Hey, Mom.
AlyssaAt the hospital, the nurses whisk my babies away for the routine tests that should've been done as soon as they were born.Still, my chest tightens when they're rolled out of the room.I know it's standard. Necessary—especially considering the way they made their grand entrance on the floor o
King Last night while we were busy having the best fucking sex of our lives, someone was destroying one of our incoming shipments of weapons. Now we've got to deal with this shit. Two of our men were shot dead. Surveillance was wiped. And Gray—our fucking president—is off doing whatever the hell
AlyssaThe past few days have been absolutely shitty. The guys have been buried in clubhouse business, handling whatever chaos Gray left behind when he took off for some unknown personal reason he refused to tell anyone. My guess? He's trying to make up with Christine. But all I know is that I have
NikolaiI stare down at Vince's crumpled body on the floor, a bullet hole mangling his forehead. I can't decide whether to feel relief or dread. With Gray's bullshit, my gut screaming suspicions, two back-to-back hits on our supplies, and his mom unexpectedly showing up, King finally lost it.He ca
AlyssaFor a moment, the room is suspended in silence, thick with heat and hesitation. My hand drifts down King's chest, feeling the tension thrumming beneath his skin.He's holding back—letting Mason lead.I can see it in the way his muscles flex, how his breath deepens, slow and measured.Despite







