Page 69 of Destroyed (American Street Kings 4)

The Pythons had left town. Boa made it clear that Slither’s vendetta against the Kings was not something he had any desire to continue, so they went in their own direction, no longer a threat to us.

A lot of shit had happened, but judging by the smiles and laughter around me, I’d say we did pretty fucking well.

Just last week, Onyx announced we’d be getting a new, unexpected member to the crew. One that would poop and cry its way into all our hearts. Yup. Wraith was pregnant, and Onyx was going to be a dad. To be honest, that was something I never thought I’d witness—seeing my stubborn and trigger-happy little brother become a father. Although, the night after they broke the news, Onyx did knock on my bedroom door drunk out of his fucking mind, slurring his words while he kept repeating the same sentence, seemingly struggling to understand it.“I’m going to be dad. I’m going to be a fucking dad.”

Poor bastard seemed scared shitless.

Ink and Neon were doing great. Out of everyone here, Neon’s transformation was most noticeable. She went from broken victim to a woman thriving at Ink’s side. The one thing I learned from watching those two was to never give up. Ink never fucking gave up on Neon, and he never backed down once he realized what he wanted. It was going great for a while, and we were just getting used to seeing Ink coming out of Neon’s bedroom without a shoe being tossed at his head…until a week ago. Alyx and I were on our way to the kitchen when Neon’s door was yanked open and Ink rushed out, a shoe flying after him, hitting the wall as he ducked.

He looked at us, his eyes wide and confused. “Something tells me that’s not a normal reaction to a marriage proposal, is it?”

Alyx and I burst out laughing, and needless to say, we’d witnessed a few shoes aimed at Ink’s head, hitting walls instead since then. But, like I said, when Ink wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it. I was willing to bet we’d be hearing wedding bells sooner rather than later.

“What you thinking about?” Alyx sat on my lap, wrapping an arm around my shoulder while one finger traced along the new VP tag on my cut.

“A lot of things. If you had to ask me a few months ago if we’d be sitting outside on a Sunday afternoon drinking beer and eating burgers, I’d say you’re full of shit.”

She snickered. “Yeah. Things were pretty insane there for a while.”

“That’s an understatement.”

The breeze ruffled her hair, and I tucked a strand behind her ears. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“You remind me of that every day.”

“And yet your cheeks still flush every time I say it.”

She smiled, a sight I’d never grow tired of. Alyx’s light was the one thing that kept me grounded, giving me the strength I needed to push forward.

After burying my best friend, she was my anchor. She was the one who kept me from drifting away. Every night, when I made love to her, finding comfort between her thighs, I realized no matter what happened to the club or how many crew members we lost, one thing would never change. Our love for each other. There was no better feeling than kissing her, being with her after a shitty fucking day.

Alyx stared at Wraith and Onyx while they stood hand in hand by the grill. “She looks radiant. I guess the whole pregnancy glow thing is true.”

My chest tightened. It’d been so long since Alyx started taking care of her health, her weight. But it didn’t appear as if it changed her odds at ever having a child of her own. As her man, I could give her everything she wanted, except the one thing she longed for—the one thing her nature compelled her to long for.

“Hey,” I placed a gentle finger on her chin, turning her face my way, “maybe we should go see Doc. See if there’s anything, you know…anything we can do.”

“Are you serious?” Her crystal blue eyes beamed with contained excitement.

“Yeah. Just don’t get your hopes up yet. But if there’s anything we can do to make this happen,” I placed my hand on her belly, “then I sure as fuck am going to do it.”

“Granite—”

“I love you, ballerina girl. There ain’t nothing I won’t do for you.”

Tightening her hold around my neck, she placed her lips against mine, her excitement echoing in her kiss. I felt her body move against mine, every muscle tense with the subtle flex of her hips.

I nipped at her bottom lip. “How about we go start practicing?”

“You read my mind.”

She hopped off my lap and grabbed my hand. As I straightened, I pulled her closer, cupping her ass, grinding my already hard cock against her stomach. “You have ten seconds to get your ass in our room and have those pretty ballerina thighs split for me. And that pussy better be glistening, or I’ll make you watch me come with your hands tied behind your back.”

I felt a shudder spread down her back, and I leaned down, kissing her gently, softly, and with promises of pleasure.

Touching her cheek, I placed my lips against her ear. “Now, run.”

THE END