Chapter 137
Alyssa
When we return to the living room, King and Gray stop their conversation mid–sentence. The air feels heavier than when we left, and Gray’s sharp eyes cut straight to me, suspicion flickering across his face..
“What’s going on, babe!” he asks his tone clipped as his gaze shifts to Christine. His arched brow screams he’s not in the mood for bullshit I wonder what he and King were discussing while we were gone that’s got him so tense. I know King wouldn’t tell him about Christine without me present
Christine, the fake bitch that she is flashes him a sugary smile that makes my stomach churn. “Nothing, baby, I was just telling Alyssa I wanted to go shopping with her. You know, have us a girl’s day!”
A girl’s day? That’s hilarious. Since when does breaking into dead guys houses to retrieve sex tapes qualify as retail therapy?
Gray’s eyes snap to mine, his gaze probing, dissecting. He’s looking for cracks, for any sign I might be hiding something, Joke’s on him- his wife’s the real snake.
I nod, stiff and robotic, like a hostage with a gun pointed to my head. “Yeah, I thought it was a great idea,” I manage, my voice just as fake as her
smile
King’s star witches, his dark eyes narrowing as his expression hardens. He’s been silent, watching the exchange, his presence a looming storm ready to break. He’s trying to piece together what the hell is going on, and I doubt he’ll be able to guess what it is
“I’ll be growing out of all my clothes soon anyway.” I add quickly, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. “Might as well upgrade my wardrobe, right?”
Gray hums, skeptical. “Oh, right. How’s your pregnancy going anyway!”
I smile, sweet enough to compete with Christine’s earlier performance. “Great actually. King didn’t tell you?” I let the words hang in the air as I walk over to King, threading my fingers through his. “We’re having twins”
Is this petty! Absolutely. Satisfying! Even more so. But after the shit Christine just pulled. I don’t give two fucks if it stings. Good. She deserves it
Gray’s eyes widen, his shock palpable. “Holy shit! Twins!”
Christine’s mask slips for the briefest second, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face before she schools it with a convincing smile. “Wow, that’s amazing. One more baby for us to shop for tomorrow.”
King’s hand tightens slightly in mine, his body coiled like a spring. I can feel his restraint, his desire to call her out on her bullshit barely contained.
exposing her right now would expose us too. And we haven’t agreed as a unit that we’re ready for that.
But
-Congratulations, man Gray says with a grin, clapping him on the back. “That means I’ll definitely have extra security measures put in place
“No need, babe,” Christine chirps, waving a dismissive hand. I’m sure King. Niko, and Mason are enough to protect both of us. You do trust your best friends, right?”
The way she emphasizes “best friends” makes my blood boil. She’s subtly trying to make me see that she can blurt our business out right now if she wanted to.
I guess that’s what I get for rubbing my babies in her face, though
“Of course I do, Gray says, his jaw tightening. “But Alyssa’s at risk right now. You both need protection, especially in public. And I need Niko for club business tomorrow, and King and Mason aren’t enough.”
“What ab
about Logan and War?” 1 suggest, cuning in
Gray rolls his eyes. “They’re not part of the club, Alyssa. We can’t keep asking them for shit like they are. Besides, I have plenty of men for the job”
“But you know they’ll do it, I counter.
As much as I hate War, I have a feeling he’ll be useful tomorrow with the very illegal break–in we’re going to do.
Cray grunts, finally nodding. “Fine. I’ll call them, see if they’re available. That alright with you. King!”
I squeeze King’s hand. “Sure,” he grumbles, brushing his thumb across my palm. “But I want Falcon and Luther on standby.”
“Done”
I look up at King. “Well, now that that’s settled, I’m ready to go home. I’m sleepy” I tell him as I bury my face in his chest.
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“I know, kitten,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against the back of my hair. “Gray, keep me updated on the clean–up. I guess we’ll be here to pick u Christine in the morning.”
Not looking forward to it.
1 don’t even know how 111 ger through this without wanting to punch her in the face.
“Alyssa” Gray’s voice cuts through my thoughts
“Yeah?” I glance at him.
“Should I even ask what you did in there that made you have to wash your hair? It still looks wet, by the way”
I can’t help the mischievous grin that spreads across my face. “No, you really shouldn’t. It might traumatize you, big brother.”
His expression twists with disgust as King’s lips twitch into a smirk. Without another word, King grabs my hand and leads us out the front door.
When we get into the car, King’s expression hardens once again. He doesn’t even wait until we’re fully out of the driveway before growling, “Spill it.”
I do. I tell him every single word of what went down in the laundry room. How she’s blackmailing me–us–into helping her.
By the time I’m finished, King’s jaw is clenched so tightly, I’m half–worried he’ll crack a molar. His knuckles strain against the steering wheel like he’s imagining it’s Christine’s neck.
“Kinen, just say the word and flip this fucking truck around,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “We can tell Gray everything right now. I’m not gonna let that bitch blackmail us”
“We can still tell Gray if we’re all ready, but I think I want to help her,” I admit quietly.
His head snaps towards me like I’ve lost my mind. “You want to what?”
“She’s a victim too. King.” I say, forcing myself to meet his piercing gaze. “And it’ll be one more big ‘fuck you‘ to Phillips. I don’t just want to find her tape- want all of them. And then, when we find the female officer who helped me, we can hand over everything anonymously, Really expose him
for the monster he was.”
King’s jaw works, the muscle jumping as he grinds his teeth. I can see the war waging in his head, his protective instincts battling with his need for
vengeance.
*Plus,” I add my voice gaining confidence. “Ill
Il explain why he just disappeared out of nowhere. No one will suspect he was killed; they’ll think he’s in hiding His car is gone, righ
He nods stiffly. “It’s in the bottom of a lake right now.”
“So, do you think this is a good idea?”
He exhales heavily, his grip on the wheel loosening slightly. “Yeah, it is…if she’s telling the truth.”
My lips press into a thin line. “You think she could be lying”
I mean, of course she could be. But what could she possibly gain from doing
that this time!
King hums, a low, thoughtful sound that vibrates through the truck. “I don’t know. I don’t trust anything she fucking says, but we’ll discuss this with Niko and Mace. See what they think.”
“Okay” I reply softly, relaxing into the seat, trying to find some measure of calm in the chaos swirling around us tonight
With one hand on the wheel, he reaches over and laces his fingers with mine. The heat of his touch ground’s me, even as his voice dips into a teasing drawl. “Who’d have thought an asshole like me would end up with a woman with a savior complex? It’s really fucking ironic”
1 scoff, rolling my eyes even as my lips twitch. “I don’t have a savior complex King. I just hate Phillips enough to help Christine And, like I said, it’s not really even about her–it’s about all the other videos we’ll find. He’s probably taken advantage of tons of women in his career”
I just can’t help but think that if luac had never come for me, would he have propositioned me for sex in my vulnerable state, too? Recorded it, adding it to his sick, perverted collection?
That’s why we need to do this.
To expose his corruption.
To take down any
y other sick fuck that was working with him.
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To create our own justice.
King’s jaw lightriss, a muscle ticking as he absorbs my words. For a moment, the only sound in the truck is the low hum of the engine and the faint whüre of tires against asphalt. When he finally speaks again, his voace is low and rough, barely above a growl. That fucker should’ve suffered more. I let him the too ravily”
I squeeze his hand, looking at how perfectly mine fits in his. “We’ll continue to get our revenge, Daddy,” I say, my voice steady and sharp with purpose. “Even as he burns in hell for everything he’s done.”
A flicker of something dark and satisfied flickers across his face as he lifts my hand to his lips, his mouth warm and gentle on my skin. The gesture makes me melt into a goory mess inside.
“You’re right, kinen, he murmurs, his voice softer now but no less resolute. “We will”
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