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“Jameson is Mathias King’s son.
Mathias is the president of The Chaos Kings.
This guy was handsome…but he was hard to miss, while also being difficult to place, like a thread of gold fraying loose from an irreplicable garment left amongst an ocean of leather and denim.
People said that’s what dandelions were for, but I hated the idea of blowing my wish to the wind. No, I kept mine tucked inside a journal.
I’d wish for a good life. One with love, happiness and hope.
Decision made, Jameson King would like me, and I’d make sure he never stopped.
Killian Quinn.
Papiiiiiii
My chest pinched at the fact that he knew knocking would have sent me into a panic attack.
Jameson King was handsome when cleaned up, but dressed down, wearing a black hoodie, a pair of gray sweatpants and his unlaced motorcycle boots—as though he’d just slipped out of bed—was devastating.
I’m here now, you’re safe.
But he’d also broken my heart.
I remembered what they felt like under my touch.
My mother had passed only four months ago, and the doctor worried I might miscarry because the grief was so acute.
A swooshing sound filled the room, as his heartbeat drummed into the air.
It was strange though, the people who had been closest to him, Callie, Wes…even Killian, none of them seemed to be grieving and yet their president’s passing had only been a few months back.
Wes Ryan,
I knew after this moment that look had ruined me for anyone else for the rest of my life.
“She got tired of being ignored.”
“Her name was Sasha. She saved my life…when it mattered the most, and I needed to be rescued. She got me out, had Simon Stone make a deal for me…”
“We were friends…he kept me safe.”
His eyes seemed to burn as he searched her from head to toe, and then gruffly said, “Ne ingrediaris silvam solum.”
and when my mom passed away, she made him swear to take care of me.”
“Give her your patch.”
“When you’re ready to take care of those two that nearly hurt her, tell us. We’ll go with you. Cover your back.”
“I’m not going to text you when I come around. But I will be cautious, and I’ll always slip out of my colors out of respect.”
“Let’s be clear. I allowed you to live after meeting with her because Killian was present, but if you ever talk to her alone, I will kill you. She is not available; she is not open property. She is mine.”
stay the fuck away from what’s mine.”
One full of unspoken truths, missed chances, and stolen moments. I’d hurt her. She had hurt me.
I had continued the tradition of finding wildflowers and pressing them into my journal with a wish.
“You do. You’re the only thing there that feels like home.”
There, on a cold October night, Jameson King stole my first kiss in the middle of the street. I wish he hadn’t. Because my heart seemed to grow talons, slicing through my breast and demanding entry in a place I knew wasn’t available. I wanted Jameson to want me. I wanted him to want my heart. I wanted him to crave me the way I did him.
That moment, stolen in time, would become a wildflower pressed into my journal. A wish and a whispered prayer for someone I knew I could never have for myself.
“don’t act like I wouldn’t be honored to have you as my husband, Jameson. That was never our issue, and you know it.”
“You have to just trust that this is what I want, Pen. I’ve never done anything I didn’t want to do.
His finger trapped my chin and lifted my gaze. “Don’t do that.”
If you were mine, I’d kill anyone who told me to let another man touch you. I’d burn down the club before letting someone feel what’s mine. Within the club, the only other thing that is sacred is our women, the ones we claim, the ones we choose. If you were mine, I’d tell Tuck to go fuck himself and if he tried to hurt me, then I’d welcome the carnage.”
he quickly gripped the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
Puto stop plying
I see you and Callie, even Laura and Natty and I think of you all like daughters in a way. Just in the sense that I can watch out for you. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you for letting me.”
“It gives me license to do whatever I think needs to be done.”
BAbyyyyyy
“I’ve only met him a few times, but my mother ensured I knew everything about my father, seeing as one day it’ll be me that puts a bullet in his brain.”
Wtfuckyou
Then again, knowing Wes, he wouldn’t allow Callie to be pregnant and out at night without more protection than that.
he couldn’t quite come to terms with letting this be his last goodbye to his father.
an interesting plot twist.
“Because moments after I buried my father, I was supposed to be drowning in grief and yet one look at you, and I felt...joy. You ruined the saddest day of my life…all because I wasn’t prepared to see you. I wasn’t planning on you…and then there you were.”
Puto
He was peace. My peace. The one steady thing I’d clung to for half my life.
Luke is a bit of a snake, and I don’t love how underhanded he does things. He’s nice to your face, but then does something sneaky behind your back. Can’t trust people like that.”
Moms know best
No one would understand that my obsession for you comes from under the skin, down in my marrow. A sunlit backdrop to my turbulent life. You are the hope I always feel when things feel hopeless, and
“Sasha…”
I love her
“Your mother would be proud, sweet girl. I may not have known her, but I know she would have cried seeing how beautiful you look.”
😭😭😭😭
and while I planned to walk down the aisle alone, Harris was suddenly standing there in a black suit. He wasn’t wearing a tie and his beard hadn’t been trimmed in the slightest, but he was there…smiling at me, with those warm brown eyes.
Bitch it’s too late to be cryinggggg
