MasukDanielle POV
Something’s changed. I’ve been back at the club for weeks now, and Knox has barely touched me. He doesn’t sleep in the bed with me, doesn’t hold me at night, barely even kisses me unless I initiate it first. And even then, it feels like he pulls back before it can turn into anything more than a quick press of lips.
He says it’s because of my leg,
Halo POVI always look for the same type of men. The ones I know don’t care. The ones who’ll fuck me, ignore the bruises, and let me leave tonight without needing a story that makes them feel like a hero.The guys who seem nice will ask questions. They’ll want to know where the marks came from. They’ll touch a bruise like it’s a mystery they’re entitled to solve, and I can’t give them Maddox’s name, and I can’t give them the club, and I can’t stand the look people get when they realise you’re not a wild girl, you’re just a woman trying to steal one night that doesn’t end with her counting the minutes until a door opens.It works, the men I pick. They just want to fuck. They don’t want the drama. They don’t care about a few bruises making a pretty body look like a punchbag. That’s the point. I need someone who’ll see the damage and step over it, not someone who&r
Halo POVMaddox watches me from across the club like he’s timing a fuse. He’s waiting for me to fuck up again. I won’t. I learnt the lesson the hard way, and my body’s still keeping the receipt. I shift in the seat and ignore the pain that radiates up my side, slow and hot, the kind that makes you breathe through your teeth if you let it show. I don’t let it show. Not here. Not with his eyes on me.I know what comes next. It’s what always comes after he hits me. He’ll walk over. He’ll put his hands on me like they’re an apology. Then he’ll feed me the same script he’s been running since the first time he decided my mouth was a problem. I didn’t mean it. You caused it. You should have listened.He drops into the seat beside me and pulls me into a hug before I can brace for the smell of him. Leather, smoke, last night’s whiskey. His arm lands too close to the bruise and I go still so I d
Titan POV Annoyance flashes hot through me. I grip her tighter, haul her against my mouth, and push her over with no mercy, sucking her clit, holding her there, making sure she doesn’t get to hide inside a prayer.She breaks with a cry that wrecks the room.“Yes—oh God, yes—”I groan into her and drink it, every pulse, every shake, Quinn still ghosting under the sweetness of her coming on my tongue. I don’t let her squirm away. I lick her through it until she’s gasping and twitching and her legs are shaking around my ears. Only then do I lift my mouth enough that she has to hear me.“God,” I growl, and I suck her clit until her hips jerk against my mouth.“I should take that as a compliment, shouldn’t I? You spent your whole life saving that name for the moments you needed something greater than yourself.”I come up just far enough to grip her chin and make her look at me.“It isn’t a compliment. It means I haven’t pushed you hard enough. He’s still in your head while I’m the one on
Titan POVI’m not mocking her religion. I’m not trying to make her God look cheap. I just think she’s mocking herself by not being honest. If she had any real plan of going back, her body wouldn’t be arching up into mine like she needs the contact to stay standing. That’s the part she doesn’t want to name. Not the habit. Not the house she grew up in. This. The way she leans when she should shove.This isn’t about making God less than perfect in her eyes. It’s about showing her there can be other gods. That she gets a choice. She can kneel for a quiet sky or she can admit the dark already taught her how to want. She looks fucking amazing like this, furious and flushed and still tipped toward me.I crowd her more and put my mouth on hers.She whimpers instantly, pushes closer, and opens for me like the argument never happened. That’s what I meant. She isn’t going back to holy. She’ll burn alive every night remembering how it felt to be touched. Every night her mind will replay being cra
Titan POVI tip my head, still easy in my seat, and look at Echo because I want him to feel the shape of it. He wanted a clear answer before he punished me. He just got one that makes my so-called trial look like a slap on the wrist.“So for two years you’ve been fucking single?” Echo glares at him.I don’t let that number sit. Numbers matter when a man’s been lying with his whole chest.“It’s been four years, Echo. Four years of him fucking women and playing nice when he knew all along he was single.”Four years of Hex walking through this club under a shadow that wasn’t real. Four years of brothers keeping their hands to themselves because they thought Glitch had already done the claiming. Four years of me being painted as the problem for testing a lock that was never on the door.Glitch’s chair creaks. “What do you gain from this?”The question’s supposed to gut me. It’s supposed to make me look small, like I dragged their private wreckage onto the table for sport and nothing else.
Titan POVI step into church with my head high and a grin already stretching across my face. The second the door shuts behind me, the whole room goes quiet. Echo opens his mouth to start the meeting, but I lift a hand and cut him off before a single word leaves him.“I know you told me to help out today,” I say, dropping into my seat like I own it, “but I had a little recon to do. Club work, I promise.”Echo stares at me for a long second, then sighs and leans forward. “Okay. Let’s talk about this merger.”I shake my head, still smiling. “Let’s not. How about we talk about me, and the little issue you all seem to have?”“Fuck’s sake, Titan,” Echo mutters. “Not everything is about you.”“Oh, but this is.” I look around the table, making eye contact with every single brother who suddenly finds the wood grain fascinating. “You’ve all got things to say, right? Say them while I’m sitting right here.”There's nothing but silence.I laugh, low and delighted. “Okay then. Let me talk. You don’
Knox POVI’ve spent all damn morning either locked in church with the guys or alone, digging through anything I can find that might give us answers. Three hours of sitting around that table, every one of us pulling apart what litt
Echo’s POVShe’s hot when she’s mad, even hotter when she’s in charge. I can see why Theo gets off on it now.“I want my Starbucks and McDonald’s,” she snaps, climbing off me l
Davina POVMy tongue drags slow along his cock, and it jerks, hardening again under my mouth.“Little Birdie,” he whispers, voice ragged, fingers gripping my jaw hard enough to bruise. “I want to d
Echo POVShe steps closer, the air thickening with her control, her heat radiating against my skin as she stops just inches away, close enough for me to feel the pull of her like a tide I can’t fight. Her hand lifts, one finger tracing the







