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
Logan Now that Alyssa's right here in front of me, I can't take my fucking eyes off of her. God, she's beautiful. The last time I saw her, she was only seven, standing by my hospital bed with tears streaking down her face. I was barely awake most days, but that guilt-ridden look she wore burned into my memory. Now, she's twenty-two, a year younger than me, and every bit the goddess I imagined she'd grow into. Even if she's sitting on another man's lap. King Sterling's glare could burn a hole straight through my head, but Alyssa—she recognizes me. I see that glimmer of recognition in her eyes. Seeing me must've triggered her memory. I bet Gray feels like a dumbass right now, walking into a trap I set with Bones' help. Of course, he warned me not to do anything reckless, or let War do anything reckless. Pointing a gun at Gray might've put a target on my back, but I couldn't resist. Bones wants this alliance with the Crimson Reapers; I want her. My gaze drops to the
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