Chapter 145
Alyssal
I wake up to an empty bed, but the sheets are still warm, evidence that they haven’t been gone long
“Guys!” I squeak, my voice barely breaking the silence as I slowly sit up, glancing around the dimly lit room. But there’s no sign of King. Niko, or
Mason
The clock reads 3 am. I can see King waking up this early, but that doesn’t explain where Niko and Mason are
After a quick stop in the bathroom, I tiptoe down the stairs. Halfway down. I hear their muffled voices. I pause, crouching slightly as I strain to listen.
“Something’s off about this Vince guy” Niko says, his voice low but laced with suspicion. “But I can’t find anything too out of the ordinary in his records. Just regular mobs shit,”
“There’s a reason you’re vice president, Niko, Mason replies, his tone measured. “We trust your intuition. That means we need to keep an eye on him and also continue to keep Alyssa and the babies away from the clubhouse until we know for sure.”
“Agreed,” King rumbles
A beat of silence passes before Niko smoothly changes the subject. “You deleted Christine’s video, right?”
Mason exhales sharply. “Yeah. But I watched the entire thing to make sure she wasn’t hiding anything” Disgust laces his voice. “Let’s just say I wanna bleach my fucking eyes now.”
Niko groans. “Jesus, I can’t even imagine. You might actually need therapy now”
“Kitten, why don’t you come join us,” King suddenly commands, his voice cutting through the air.
I freeze. Damn, how did he know? The burn in my knees tells me I haven’t moved in a long time. Have they known this entire time and just let me crouch on the stairs looking stupid‘
“You’ve been listening for a while.” Niko calls out, amusement in his tone. “You’re not exactly sneaky, baby”
I stomp the rest of the way down, glaring at him. “What’s that supposed to meant You saying I’m heavy now? Like a damn hippo
Niko smirks, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. “Not yet. But I can’t wait for the day you’re waddling around, can’t see over your belly, and we have to shave your legs–and your pussy”
1 blink at him, my mouth dropping open. Those are.. weird things to look forward to
He shrugs, unapologetic. “You love that I’m weird.”
Before I can respond, he strides over, scoops me up effortlessly, and drops back onto the couch with me in his lap.
“Don’t you?” he murmurs, licking a wet trail along the curve of my neck, making me shiver.
“Maybe,” I admit, trying not to smile. “But what I don’t love is waking up alone.”
Niko chuckles, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Are you actually pouting right now, sweet girl? he teases.
King’s dark eyes flick to me, his gaze heating as he leans back in his chair. “Yeah, she is. Next time, kitten, I’ll make sure to bring you downstairs with sis. You can sleep in my lap with my cock buried deep inside you. Would you like that?”
My breath hatches Inod, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Daddy”
– rasps, his smirk sending a rush of heat through me.
Mason clears his throat, his tone softer as he speaks. “We didn’t mean to worry you, lule warrior. None of us could sleep after seeing those pictures. My stomach clinches. Of course, they couldn’t just forget, but seeing them this upset bothers me more than anything.
Mason shifts closer, his green eyes locking with air. “I need your consent for something I found Mia Willow. After she was fired from the police department, she went back to work at her father’s hardware store.”
Phillips really made sure she lost everything when she threatened to expose him.
“I haven’t contacted her yet, but if you agree, I can anonymously send her everything on the hard drives. But I need to know if you’re okay with these photos being released. They’ll surface in die media eventually, but this way, we can use them against Isaac.”
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Chapter 145
He steps forward, cupping my face gently. “What do you want to
I swallow hard, my heart pounding as I melt into his steady, unwavering gaze. “LI need to see them first.”
Mason studies me for a moment before nodding. He retrieves the laptop and hands it to me. The room falls silent as I click through the images. Each one is worse than the last, my bruised and battered body staring back at me from the screen.
Damn, Isase really fucked me up.
I look broken–shattered. A far cry from the woman I am now. The woman they helped me become.
Niko’s hands rub soothing circles over my arms, his lips pressing soft kisses along my shoulder. I can feel his anger simmering, but he stays composed for me.
They all do.
“You’re so fucking strong, Niko murmurs, his voice thick with admiration. “Not only did you survive that, but you’ve risen above it. You’re our queen, Alyssa—our beautiful, fierce queen”
Emotion swells in my chest, pressing tight against my ribcage. I swear, you guys make me feel way stronger than I am sometimes,” I whisper.
Niko snorts. “From what King told us
old us you did to Phillips, I think you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. But you’re getting there, and we’ll continue to build you up, baby”
A small smile twitches on my lips as I glance up at Mason. “I want you to do it. Give her everything so justice can be served”
Mason nods. “I’ll do it as soon as possible”
Suddenly, the sharp, collective busz of their phones cuts through the moment.
Niko glances at his phone first, his expression darkening. “What the fuck? Why did Gray
d Gray just make a group chat with the four of ust
My stomach plummets, “What?”
I realize too late that I left my phone upstairs on the nightstand. Apprehension knots in my gut. What the hell did Christine tell him? And why do I already have the feeling that whatever it was wasn’t the truth? She’s already shown that all she cares about is herself. I have no doubt that even after risking our freedom and lives to help her yesterday, nothing about that has changed.
King and Mason check their phones next. King grunts, “Fuck,” while Mason shakes his head, his face unreadable.
“This isn’t good,” Mason mutters
My throat goes dry. “What does it say!”
Niko looks up, his blue eyes hard. “Gray wants us at the clubhouse in an hour. Says to bring you and make sure Zuri has a babysitter because he pauses, his jaw clenching.
“Because what?” I whisper.
His hand settles protectively over my belly. “Because, in his words, “we’re gonna have a long fucking chat about loyalty!“.
A sick wave of nausea rolls over me, the weight of those words sinking deep. Loyalty,
I already know this isn’t going to be just a talk.
This is a warning.
And if it comes down to blood bring spilled, it sure as hell won’t be any of my men’s
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