ANMELDENEcho’s POV
I left after she opened her gift. I don’t need to watch her in person tonight; I have a whole other plan.
I’m parked on my bike down the block, engine off, helmet dangling from the handlebars like a silent promise. I wait, eyes locked on my phone, thumb hovering over the screen. Two hours crawl by, slow as molasses, but then the notification pings, bright and beautiful. I jump straight
Dylan POV“I was looking into a building for a possible business venture. The realtor left, handed me the keys, knowing who I was, and told me to drop them back later. I walked through the building and ran into some of the West Crew… and a guy named Grim.”Echo tenses the moment I say Grim’s name. “And what was said?”“Enough that Grim punched me and warned me not to speak about it or he’d make sure I was never found. I told you my father is dealing with it.”“If he’s meeting openly with the West Crew like that, then their plans are moving forward faster than we thought,” Echo mutters.I sigh. “It sounded like they were discussing dates.”“We need to call church. We’ll intercept those weapons,” Echo says, standing up.“My da
Dylan POVHe’s completely set in his ways. Nothing I say is going to change his mind.“I need you to go back to the Iron Kings,” he says suddenly.Oh fuck. “No. Last time I was there I nearly got caught in the middle of a war between two clubs. I’m not doing it again.”His expression doesn’t change. “No? Then I need something from your friend. Davina, right?”I tense up instantly. “What about her?”“Come on, Dylan. I’m not a fool. She’s fucking the president of another club.”My entire body goes cold. “I…”“Look, go into the club, mention Grim’s name, see what reaction you get. Tell them you had a run-in with him and he was with the West Crew. They’ll ask questions. You say enough to g
Dylan POVLast night was so fucking stupid. I never should have let Blaze come back here with me. What the hell was I thinking? I keep replaying it in my head, every filthy second, and it’s making everything worse.“I can’t have my husband seen around bikers,” Rosalie snaps, her voice sharp and cold as she stands in the middle of my living room like she already owns the place.I drag a hand through my hair, trying to keep my voice steady. “Rosalie, my father’s world deals with a lot of different people. I can’t just cut ties with certain connections because it looks bad.”“Make sure nothing is seen in public then,” she says, eyes narrowing. “I won’t have my reputation ruined before we even get married.”“Fine. I’ll be careful.&rdquo
Blaze POVThen the noise happens a third time, knocking, and I feel Dylan tense up hard. That wakes me up properly.“Dylan?” A woman’s voice calls from the door.He immediately starts pulling away from me. I let him go. He scrambles off the bed in a panic, eyes wide as the knocking gets louder.“F-f-fuck!” he hisses.“Dylan, I can’t find my key. Don’t make me search for it,” the woman calls again, sounding impatient.He’s freaking out, breathing fast, completely spiraling.“Calm down,” I whisper, sitting up.“I-I-I-I—” His stutter is brutal, way worse than I’ve ever heard it.I grab his face with both hands, trying to steady him. “Dylan, breathe.”
Blaze POVIt’s been hours. I’ve fucked him raw, edged him until he’s shaking and sobbing, stopping every single time he gets close. Now the second I touch him he’s right there on the edge, trembling and desperate. I know I can’t drag this out any longer.But fuck, I want to.I shift my weight, planting my knees deeper into the mattress and pushing his legs up higher, spreading him wide open beneath me. The new angle lets me sink even deeper. I watch my thick cock disappear inside his wrecked, puffy hole with every slow thrust, stretching him obscenely around me.“So fucking perfect,” I growl, my hand still wrapped tight around his throat, cutting off his air. “The way this tiny body takes my cock… like it was made for me.”He tries to moan something but it come
Dylan POVHe chuckles and pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, until just the thick head of his cock stretches my hole. Then he slams back in with brutal force, driving every inch deep inside me. The impact forces a raw, broken cry from my throat as my body jerks forward.“Fuck... Blaze!”He sets a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping hard against my sore, belt-marked ass. Every thrust is deep and savage, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. My wrists strain uselessly against the tie binding me to the headboard. I can’t move. I can only take it.He fucks me like he hates me. Like he owns me.His hand suddenly fists in my hair and yanks my head back sharply. At the same time, his other hand wraps around my throat from behind, squeezing hard as he drags me up until my back arches painfully.
Danielle POVWe've done the basics, and now Knox has us gathered together.He stands at the center of the mat like he owns the ground beneath his feet. Arms loose at his sides, stance relaxed, but there’s a sharpness in h
Danielle POVI don’t even think. I just reach for the nearest thing I can grab, and my hand closes around the heavy candle holder that’s always sat in the middle of the table. I hurl it with a sharp cry.It smashes straight through the windo
Vesper POVI want to move. I want to sit up, slap him, drag my clothes on, and storm the hell out. But my body won’t listen. I’m too sore. Too raw. Too ruined. His arms are still around me, one hand trailing idly down my spine like
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







