All Chapters of Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Robyn POVI open my mouth to speak, ready to share the thoughts swirling in my mind, but before I can get a word out, Big King sweeps me off my feet, literally.“What are you doing?” I ask, looking down at him, but he just smirks up at me with that mischievous glint in his eyes.“Fucking you, Kitten. It’s been, what, eight hours? I miss it,” he says with a wink, making me laugh despite myself.“We should talk,” I murmur, even as a smile tugs at my lips. There are things on my mind, things I need to say, but his lips are already claiming mine, and his hands are holding me so close I can barely think.“Tomorrow,” he whispers between kisses, his voice low and husky. “Or after. But not now.” One of his hands grips my ass, pulling me tighter against him, while the other tangles in my hair, holding me in place as his mouth moves against mine.“After,” I manage to whisper back, though my voice is shaky with anticipation. He nods, but it’s clear he’s not interested in any more talking.“Not i

Big King POVI had planned to propose to her before Ebony left, but every time I got close, I found myself delaying it. The fear that she might say no gnawed at me, holding me back. I’m not sure how it happened, but somehow, I ended up proposing in the fucking shower. Not exactly the romantic setting I’d envisioned, but there it was. And to my surprise, she said yes.But just as she was about to fall asleep, she whispered something that flipped my world upside down—she’s pregnant. It wasn’t the way she said it, though, that bothered me; it was the timing. The way she dropped that bombshell just before slipping into sleep made me think she was trying to protect herself, to avoid seeing my immediate reaction. It was her safety net, a way to tell me without having to deal with the fallout right away.I’ve wanted her to get pregnant; if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have been fucking her so much without protection. But now that it’s real, the reality of my age comes crashing down on me. I’m not yo

Robyn’s POVWhen I wake, a smile spreads across my face, feeling Big King’s strong arms wrapped around me. I nestle closer, and his grip tightens in response. I could happily stay here forever, cuddled against him and forgetting about all the crap that has happened recently.“Mornin', Kitten,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. Maybe I woke him when I moved? He kisses my neck, and I tilt my head to give him more access. “We need to talk about last night,” he whispers, and I nod, bracin' myself.“We do. So, is the proposal about getting married soon, or are you thinking of a long engagement?” I ask, uncertain about what he expects. I agreed, but I’m not sure what he really wants.“That can wait. I meant your news.” His hands tighten as he turns me to face him. For a moment, I forgot I even told him. I search his face, trying to read his thoughts, trying to see how he really feels.He doesn’t speak immediately; he just watches me, waiting. With a heavy sigh, I meet his gaze. I woul

Big King POVTwo months later, and here I am, standin' in front of a mirror wearing a suit. It feels strange as hell. This isn’t my usual gear—leather and denim are more my style—but we're gettin' married. Even though Robyn said she would marry me in my bike gear, I can't. For me, that just didn’t feel right. It's our weddin' day, and I should wear somethin' different to make the day stand out. So, here I am, uncomfortable as can be, but knowin' it’s worth it.She chose not to wait, and I couldn’t be happier. I gave her the freedom to decide when we would get married, and she wanted it sooner rather than later.“Everything’s set up out there in the club,” King says as he strolls in with a grin.“And Ebony?” I ask though I’m afraid of the answer.He shakes his head, and my heart sinks. I don’t want to do this without her.“Give her space, Dad, like she asked,” Caleb says with a small smile, tryin' to comfort me. But it’s hard. She kept in touch for about three weeks, and then nothin'.

This is the start of Joker's story!Joker POVThe neon lights of the club flicker and dance across the walls, casting colourful reflections on the polished surfaces. The place is alive, buzzin' with energy and excitement, filled with people laughin', drinkin', and enjoyin' the night. I couldn’t help but smirk at the irony of it all. They are throwin' me a leavers party, yet here I was, knowin' full well that it's not needed. But who was I to complain? There is food, booze, women, and more food—definitely more food.I sit at a table near the back, where King is currently givin' me a rundown of the plan. He is goin' on about how I should approach Ebony, about how I need to be discreet and not make it obvious that I had made a slight detour to see her. As if I'm not smart enough to keep the truth hidden when necessary. I give him a nod, half-listenin', more interested in the whiskey in front of me and the pulsatin' rhythm of the music.Suddenly, the door swings open, and Big King walks i