Alyssa Marina's presence in the room feels like a heavy weight. Her confident stride and the sharp click of her heels are constant reminders of how out of depth I feel. Marina exudes composure, as if nothing can shake her. I can't help but wonder if she can see right through the mask I'm desperate
I sigh deeply, knowing how foolish I'm about to sound for staying with him so long. "He didn't want anything to do with her, even though he gave me no choice but to have her. Never changed a diaper. Never went to an appointment. Every time she cried around him, he'd threaten to 'shut her up' if I di
Isaac "So let me get this straight...the pathetic little club your wife ran off to has videos of you fucking other men who have wives and families?" My father's voice is low and venomous, every word slicing through me like a blade. I grind my teeth, keeping my head bowed. Telling him has been th
When has that ever been a good idea? "You've given me no choice," he growls, his voice growing harsher. "You've already proven you can't handle this on your own." He's right, but it isn't my fault. I didn't expect it to be this hard to get to Alyssa. It seems opening her legs for a criminal has
King "You'll regret this!" Gary Phillips, the police chief of Brookhaven, Oregon, spits through clenched teeth. I tilt my head, studying him through the eyeholes of my 'Call of Duty' mask. He dangles from the wall, stripped down to nothing but his underwear. Pale, flabby, weak—his chest heaves,
But she'll understand. If there's one thing I know about our girl, it's that she gets me. She knows I protect what's mine. And after what she told us, there was no way I wasn't going after this motherfucker. Mason sighs, pulling a small case from his jacket pocket. "Better get it wrapped up," he
Mason Watching King work usually makes me a bit ill. The way he seems to find a rhythm in destruction, precision in pain—it's more than most people can stomach. But tonight, as I stand in the dim light of the garage, I see something else. It's not just brutality. It's art, if you can call it t
Alyssa "Where have you guys been?" I ask, folding my arms as King and Mason stroll into the house at four in the morning. Their clothes are clean, too clean for men who've been out all night. I also catch the fresh scent of soap lingering on them. They showered before coming home. And with my bo
Carol doesn't even blink. "Why? We're all adults here, dear. I'm sure Alyssa's heard of cuckolding."Oh. Oh my god.Everything clicks.Carol wanted King to be their bull.She wanted to fuck him—while Martin watched.And honestly, based on Martin's calm, collected demeanor... he was probably ready t
I was wondering what cover story they'd use.That sounds believable. Honestly, it's better than something I could've come up with. The woman goes straight for King, pulling him into a hug."King, dear," she beams, her voice just a little too sweet. "How are you doing?""Not bad, Carol." He reaches
Alyssa"Are you sure I shouldn't be cooking dinner?" I ask, curled between King's legs on the couch, my back resting against his chest. His arms wrap securely around me, our fingers laced together. His warmth anchors me—steadies the part of me that keeps waiting for everything to fall apart.Today,
And I'll make sure he never gets close enough to hurt her again. Even if it means I never see her again. Even if it kills me inside. I'll just keep myself busy. The Iron Serpents belongs to me now. This place is my home to rebuild. The drugs stay. I don't give a shit what anyone snorts, smoke
War "You can't keep me in here!" Logan's voice ricochets through the bars of the cage he built for me—now the same one I've slammed shut on his pathetic ass. "Oh, I can, motherfucker," I growl. "You're the reason we can't have her." I kissed her twice tonight—the first time, not because I deser
I never thought they'd actually propose—or actually want to be married.Especially King.But he did say one day he wanted me to have his ring and property patch. I guess that day is today.I try to keep it together—really fucking try—but the grin's already pulling at my mouth."Don't you think this
AlyssaThe house we pull up to hours later actually looks... normal.Not some abandoned, half-collapsed shithole like I'd pictured. No broken windows. No graffiti. No front door hanging off the hinges. Just a small, weathered house tucked in the woods, its cracked driveway swallowed by weeds, a wra
The van rumbles low behind us.Somewhere in the distance, police sirens whisper on the wind."Can I kiss you?" he asks, his voice rough around the edges. Holy shit. Was he just asking the guys for permission to ask me?"Okay," I breathe.His mouth claims mine—slow, bruising, deliberate. Nothing li
AlyssaThe container door stays shut after they leave me with Gray, not wanting me to inhale any more fumes. Gray shifts restlessly beside me, having already ordered the other Reapers guarding the perimeter to clear out. He's ready to get the hell out of here, but we have to wait for the guys to fi