Hey loves, sorry for the breaks between chapters lately. I really wish I could write more, it's literally my only escape from how chaotic my life is with two neurodivergent children, but thank you for everyone being so kind and understanding about it. I promise I spend all the free time I have writing, which as you can tell isn't a lot, but I'm just hoping and praying that soon there's some kind of positive, big change in my life so I can bring you guys more content more often *crossing my fingers*
Grayson"War, what the fuck did you do?" I demand. The second I step into the shipping container, the stench of weed, sweat, and blood slams into me. The walls are splattered with it—thick streaks of red staining the cold steel like a fucking horror movie. I come to an abrupt stop just inside the
Vinny Santaro.The name slams into me like a freight train.Vince.Vince fucking Stone.The newest prospect. The one I let into my club.The realization sends a sharp wave of anger through me, burning slow and deep. Shit. I feel like a fucking idiot. I let a plant in. I put my members in danger.
AlyssaI wake up to the warm sensation of lips trailing along my neck, alternating between sweet kisses and slow, teasing licks. A sleepy moan slips from my lips before I even register what's happening, my fingers instinctively sliding up his forearms as he braces himself above me."Wake up, sweet g
A slow, wicked grin tugs at his lips, completely unapologetic. "Probably. But still." His gaze rakes over me again, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip as he eyes me like he's already imagining every way he's going to make me come. "You took care of King. Mace and I call dibs next. Tonight."-
I have no choice but to hide it.I just hope they'll understand that in the end.But just as I part my lips to say something—still not knowing exactly what it is, a sharp knock echoes through the house.Gray.Right on time.Mason rises smoothly, his posture relaxed but alert, and heads to the door.
KingThe second Gray drops that name—the name of Alyssa's father-in-law—the room goes dead silent. Alyssa stiffens. Her face drains of color, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her hands curl into fists in her lap. Across from me, Niko, Mason, and I exchange a look, confirming what we already sus
"And you got the clean-up crew in last night?"I tilt my head, an unfriendly smile twitching at my lips. "Did I just start my job yesterday? Of course I fucking did. Or I'd have cleaned up myself."He got an acid bath. No body. No evidence. No trace that he was ever at the clubhouse.Gray processes
AlyssaShit.I told Gray King would figure it out.It hasn't even been twenty-four hours.I don't know what my brother was thinking. He knows King tortures people for a living. He can smell a lie before it even leaves someone's mouth. More than that—he reads me like a book.And right now, that book
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
Mason exhales slow, like he's counting to ten through murder.For a second, I think we all might kill this crazy motherfucker at the same time. Rip him to pieces and not even feel bad about it.But then Alyssa raises a hand.And we freeze instantly."Is that why you locked War away?" she asks quietl
NikolaiAlyssa stands naked, a gun aimed steady at Logan's head, and the three of us stand around her like guard dogs—tense, alert, waiting to see which way this moment breaks.No one says a word. Not even him.But it's obvious now. He's not War.Hasn't been since last night.While our girl was tak
King smirks, then presses the blade just beneath Isaac's shoulder blade and slices.The sound is thick. Wet. The kind that stays with you.Isaac jolts, a raw, broken sound tearing out of him, like a scream that never makes it all the way out of his shredded lungs."Oh, fuck," I mewl. Wetness pools o