King I settle into the cramped tub, pulling Alyssa back against my chest, my thighs framing hers. Baths aren't my thing, but when she asked me to join, I couldn't say no. Besides, I need to make sure she's okay after what we just did. "You're not hurt, are you?" My fingers trace a light path along her thighs, feeling the heat radiating off her silky skin. We shouldn't have fucked her twice tonight, but when we noticed her getting wet in her sleep, none of us could hold back. Mason was curious how we fuck her together, and she seemed just as excited to show him. "No," she murmurs. "Actually, it was better than I thought." A slight shiver runs through her, and she pauses. "I just had to remind myself that you weren't Isaac...that you weren't doing it just to hurt me. And then it started feeling incredible." "That was the goal, kitten." I kiss the top of her head before taking a washcloth, easing into a rhythm as I wash her, letting the quiet wrap around us. This feels st
TW: Child abuse, sexual abuse, nightmares Alyssa I'm sitting on one of the men's laps, like I always do when Daddy has his meetings. He's sitting at the front, talking to one of the men in his deep voice. They're all wearing black and don't have faces, but somehow, I can still feel them looking at me. I look down and see I'm wearing my favorite green skirt. I don't like sitting on this man's lap. His hands are big, and they keep touching my legs. It feels wrong, but I don't say anything. Daddy says not to talk during meetings. It's just a game. When it's over, I get a prize. I try not to listen to the men talking. They say things that make my stomach hurt. "Jax, when are you gonna let me try this one out?" one of them asks, and the other men just laugh. I don't like it. I look at Daddy. He's not looking at me, but he's still talking to them. "Settle down, boys," Daddy says, his voice strong and loud. "You know she's off-limits. If you want to play, go play with the gi
Alyssa Gray joined us for breakfast. Just seeing him sitting across from me sends last night's dream looping in my mind again. I don't have much of an appetite, but the guys insisted I eat something. I sip on a strawberry-banana smoothie, watching as Zuri feeds herself oatmeal. "These withdrawals are a bitch," Gray mutters, looking worn out. "Stayed up all night, sweating and throwing up." Niko frowns, his voice tinged with irritation. "Damn, man. She really should've just tapered your dosage, not cut you off cold. Does she know you could've had a seizure? I looked that up this morning." Gray rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, she said it was a low chance. And since she's ovulating next week, she hopes I'll be able to...perform. It's not like I wasn't ready to start having kids too, but I didn't think it'd be this damn hard to make one." Niko claps him on the back. "It'll happen, just keep busting nuts in her. Eventually it'll have to work, right?" Great. Now I've officially
King Fuck, she's pissed. I can barely keep my grip on her as I carry her to our other room. Good thing Niko and Mason insisted on staying across the hall. We've got a room for our "domestic" nights, and then there's this one—for all the dirty things we want to do with her. Most members don't live at the clubhouse anyway, so our secret will remain safe. Majority of them have their own lives outside, coming here for only lock-downs or to mess around with the clubwhores who have nothing else to do but open their legs. The second I saw her grab Gray, looking like she was ready to swing at him, my cock throbbed. Having to stop her from lunging across the table at Christine has me sporting a full-fucking erection. I drop her to her feet, pushing her back against the wall with my body pinning her down. She's still fighting hard, her hazel eyes blazing as she screams for me to let her go. What Christine said was way out of line, she deserved everything Alyssa was going to do to he
Alyssa "You want to see me fuck him, kitten?" King asks, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. My heart races, both excitement and disbelief swirling within me. Holy shit. Is this really happening? I know King is just distracting me, from my nightmare, from Gray and Christine, and I've got to give it to him...it's one hell of a distraction. There's no way he's willing to fuck Niko all this time just to distract me, though. He wants this. Badly. I'm so glad Niko is finally getting what he deserves. Maybe this will be the push he needs to finally tell King that he's in love with him. As the thought of them together ignites a fire inside me, I reach down, rubbing my clit in small, fast circles. "Answer him, sweet girl," Niko groans, his blue eyes meeting mine, glazed over with lust. "Yes," I whisper, glancing up at King. "I want to see you fuck him." His grin widens. He squirts lube on Niko's hole and sinks into him, just hard enough to pull a sharp hi
Alyssa After a restless nap, I spend the rest of the day with Zuri, clinging to every second as if it might be our last. I know King and Mason will protect me, but the lingering dread feels like a dark cloud I can't shake. There's a heaviness in my chest as I try to keep a smile on my face for Zuri's sake, watching her laugh and play. After kissing both her and Niko goodbye, King, Mason, and I find Gray outside, leaning against his bike with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, like he's trying to hold himself together. His gaze is locked on me as we approach. "Alyssa," he says, his tone clipped. I give him the middle finger. "Kiss my ass, Gray." He lets out a long, controlled sigh, his eyes darting to King, who presses a warm kiss to the back of my head. "I'll give you some space," King murmurs, but I grip his arm, reluctant to let him go. "You don't have to. I don't want to talk to him." Gray's face tightens. "Alyssa, we need to talk. Now." I narrow my ey
Alyssa The building is painted in blood-red and white, its main entrance leading directly into a dimly lit strip club. Fully naked women in heels swing from poles and dance on raised platforms, their bodies cast in flickering lights as if they're putting on a show just for us. It's unsettling. I've never been to a strip club, and I definitely didn't expect my first time would be here—with my brother. A swirl of horror, fear, and intrigue rolls over me. We sit at a large booth, and I scan the room, noting the shadows and corners, wondering if we're being watched. The guard reappears, his voice gruff and annoyed. "Bones will be with you shortly." A tense silence fills the room as we wait. Suddenly, the music changes from something sultry to "Dethrone" by Bad Omens. My blood runs cold. "Somehow, I don't think anyone can dance to this," I think aloud, trying to talk myself out of bolting out of here. "You know, I always imagined this being a song you'd request to be execu
TW: Child abuse, sexual assault, human trafficking, murder, emotional damageAlyssa"Aly, Logan...stay in my office. You know the drill. Don't come out until one of us says so," Daddy orders."Okay, Daddy." I spin around in his big chair, the leather all soft and smooth under my fingers. "Fine. Whatever," Logan mumbles as Daddy closes the door. Rolling his eyes, he slumps into the chair across from me. Logan's kind of my friend. He comes to the clubhouse sometimes with his Uncle Sal, who's mean and always yelling at him. He has short brown hair, and his eyes are a pretty grey color. Mama says she thinks he has a crush on me, but I don't really get what that means. I just like that he plays games with me that make me feel safe—not like Daddy's games. "I heard my Daddy say there were other girls downstairs. Have you ever seen them?" I ask, already feeling bored. I always feel bored when we're not allowed to leave the office. Logan just shakes his head, a little frown on his face. "I
War Why do I keep agreeing to do shit for this female? Even as I'm sitting across the street from the country club where Amanda Phillips is probably sipping overpriced mimosas and pretending her husband isn't a piece of shit, I still can't answer that fucking question. All I know is that the little psycho seems to change every time I see her. I thought she was just some little broken doll, but she's finding her fire—and learning how to use it. I'm not easily impressed, but damn. Watching her evolve is...addictive. Logan's voice scratches at the back of my skull, a persistent itch I can't ignore. You want her, War. Just as badly as I do. Shut the fuck up, Logan. What? I'm just saying...you think about her all the time. Admit it. Stay in your corner. I grit my teeth, glaring at nothing in particular. I don't bother you this damn much when you're in control. I'm barely ever in control when you're around her, he argues, frustration lacing his voice. That's be
Alyssa "Took you long enough," Christine scoffs, sliding into the backseat in a skin-tight pink dress. Her matching purse sits daintily on her lap, as if we're actually going shopping instead of plotting a break-in. King's jaw ticks, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. I see the retort brewing on his lips, but he swallows it down. I squeeze his hand, silently begging him. Let's just get this over with. Please don't strangle her and toss her body out on the side of the road. This isn't good. He's already this wound up, and we haven't even met up with War yet. Am I going to have to blow him in a gas station bathroom or something just to get his temper under control? The thought makes my mouth water before I can shove it back into the gutter where it belongs. Focus, Alyssa. "What are you thinking about, kitten?" King asks quietly, his tone amused, but there's a razor-sharp warning beneath it. He pulls the SUV out of Gray's driveway with smooth precision, his finger
Nikolai "I'm sorry...we're doing what?" I nearly choke on my coffee, the hot liquid scalding the top of my mouth. It's five in the damn morning, and Alyssa, in all her sweet but chaotic glory, waited until the coffee hit my bloodstream to drop this bomb on us. Even so, I must've misheard her because there's no way in hell we're actually helping Christine with anything. Not only because I can't stand her and every time I see her face, I have very violent thoughts—but because she's blackmailing us. Holding our relationship with Alyssa over our heads like a loaded gun. And that's a level of manipulation I don't tolerate, no matter what the reason is. Mason, sitting beside me, doesn't say a word. He's cradling Zuri in one arm as she drinks her bottle, his free hand resting on her tiny foot in a protective way. I know he's either mentally dissecting the situation or trying to figure out how to gently tell Alyssa she's out of her damn mind without making our pregnant woman cry.
Alyssa When we return to the living room, King and Gray stop their conversation mid-sentence. The air feels heavier than when we left, and Gray's sharp eyes cut straight to me, suspicion flickering across his face. "What's going on, babe?" he asks, his tone clipped as his gaze shifts to Christine. His arched brow screams he's not in the mood for bullshit. I wonder what he and King were discussing while we were gone that's got him so tense. I know King wouldn't tell him about Christine without me present. Christine, the fake bitch that she is, flashes him a sugary smile that makes my stomach churn. "Nothing, baby. I was just telling Alyssa I wanted to go shopping with her. You know, have us a girl's day." A girl's day? That's hilarious. Since when does breaking into dead guys' houses to retrieve sex tapes qualify as retail therapy? Gray's eyes snap to mine, his gaze probing, dissecting. He's looking for cracks, for any sign I might be hiding something. Joke's on him—his w
Alyssa Completely sated and boneless, I sit up and watch silently as King meticulously cleans his weapons after stuffing our clothes in a black trash bag. The blood we'd just had the most unhinged sex is now drying and caking on my skin, a visceral reminder of the woman I became tonight. Chief Phillips is gone, hanging on the wall with his vacant eyes fixed on me and the smell of death in the air. Maybe I should feel disgust or remorse for what happened here, but I don't. He got what was coming to him, and now countless women can sleep peacefully at night knowing they'll never have to encounter him again. I shift, feeling the delicious ache between my legs, and a satisfied smile curls on my lips. King glances back at me, his lips twitching with amusement. His obsession with me blazes in his eyes, like a wolf savoring its claim. "What's that face for, kitten? You're acting like I've never fucked you before." My smile widens into a smirk. "Not like that." "Not regretting
Mason "So, when did you figure out you were into guys too?" Niko's voice is light, teasing, the smirk practically audible. I roll my eyes, but there's no real heat behind it. Niko's just being Niko right now. We just finished The Conjuring—my choice, of course—and while Niko didn't outright admit to being scared, he'd spent half the movie burying his face in my shoulder. Which is crazy because he's the one who suggested we watch a horror movie. What a scaredy-cat. Now, 21 Jump Street is playing, the room lit with the soft glow of the TV. I don't really care for comedy, but Niko suggested it, likely so he won't have nightmares tonight. We've been quiet for a while, comfortable in the shared space, but I guess it's time to address the elephant in the room. "It's hard to explain," I begin, choosing my words carefully. "I'm not sure I feel attraction towards just any guys. I think it's...exclusive. Only you and King." My gaze flickers over to the screen, not wanting to
WARNING: This chapter is a little unhinged. Proceed with caution! King Holy. Fucking. Shit. Watching my kitten rip out tooth after tooth, I feel like my dick's about to implode. I didn't expect her to want to play tonight, but I should've known better. She's full of surprises—always has been. Blood splatters her face and clothes as she plunks each tooth onto the table, the metallic clink echoing in the room. She doesn't flinch, doesn't waver—just focuses on her work, the need for revenge fueling each movement. Drenched in the chaos she's created, she looks like a violent goddamn masterpiece. My chest swells, and the ache in my cock becomes unbearable. How the hell am I not supposed to fuck the shit out of her when she's like this? Niko and Mason will hardly believe their ears when I tell them just how perfect our girl is. As I continue observing from the sidelines, Phillips' screams ricochet off the walls, feeding the hunger inside me. My kitten is proving once
Alyssa "You're the reason I'm here," Chief Phillips sneers, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred as he struggles to lift his head. The chains rattle with his feeble effort before his body slumps back against the wall like a broken puppet. "You stupid bitch! Tell them-" The words die in his throat as King's knife slices clean across his chest. The cut is precise, shallow enough to hurt but deep enough to make sure he knows who's in control. Phillips lets out a guttural scream, the sound raw with pain. I don't flinch, not even a little. Even though that looked like it fucking hurt, I'm done feeling sympathy for monsters. King tilts his head, his voice a low growl that hums with a deadly calm. "Watch your fucking mouth when you speak to her. That's the only warning you'll get." Phillips gasps for air, his chest rising and falling as blood trails down his torso. His gaze shifts back to me, a flicker of desperation masked by a sneer. "I don't know what the fuck you told th
Alyssa "Why didn't we take your bike?" I ask curiously as King drives down the familiar road towards Gray's house in the truck he rarely drives. His jaw clenches, hands tightening on the steering wheel with a possessiveness that always makes my heart race. "This is safer for you and the babies." "I'm perfectly safe on your bike," I argue, unable to hide the slight irritation in my voice. I was afraid of this—afraid he would start treating me like I'm fragile. "Not safe enough." King's tone is final, but his fingers brush against mine, his touch gentle and grounding. He intertwines our hands, his thumb grazing over my skin in a gesture that calms me. "But if you want to ride during the day, I'm all for it. People are just dumb as shit on the road at night. I'd rather be safe than sorry." I smile softly, satisfied with his answer. "Okay." We drive in a comfortable silence, the hum of the truck surrounding us. The miles slip by, my nerves growing with each one. After a