Page 3 of Stalemate

“I love you, princess.” My heart warms hearing those words. I’ll never tire of hearing them from him.

“I love you more than you will ever know, Bish.”

I could stay here forever basking in the love that can be felt in this room but the moment is ruined when his phone begins to ring. I attempt to hop off his lap but he locks his arm around me, holding me in place as he reaches down and fishes his phone out of the pocket of his slacks. The devilish smile that stretches across his face has me frowning, wondering who the hell it could be to inspire such a look on his face. He answers the call and places it on speaker.

“What can I do for you, son?” My eyes widen and I try to push against his chest but he pins me with a warning look and refuses to let me go. I narrow my eyes back at him.

There is no way I am going to speak to my son while his father's cum is being held inside me by his cock!

“Why did you tell Uncle Vin he couldn’t teach me and Chanel anymore?” Royal sounds pissed off and I sigh. Bishop and Royal love each other but they butt heads all the time. Royal is trying to prove to his father that he is ready to take over as the head of the family but Bishop doesn’t want that for him. He wants our son to go experience life before he is tied to this one with no freedom and no escape. Hence why they are always butting heads and fighting, because they are both too fucking stubborn and refuse to tell the other their reasoning.

“Because you both don’t need any more training–”

“The hell we don’t!” Royal snaps, cutting his father off. The angry glint that enters Bishop’s eyes has me tensing, I reach out and place my hand against his chest, trying to calm him but it’s futile.

“Listen to me, you little shit–” I tear my hand back and glare down at my husband. He snaps his gaze to mine and his brows raise knowing he just fucked up big time.

“Don’t you ever talk to my baby like that!” I snap.

“He isn’t a fucking baby!”

“Mom?” Bishop and Royal both say in unison.

“I don’t give a shit if he is nearly twenty-one or not, he will always be my baby!” I snarl at his father before taking the phone from Bishop and speaking to my son. “Yes, I’m here.” I gasp and try to scramble out of Bishop’s hold. He leans forward and captures my nipple between his teeth.

“Mom, can you tell Dad–”

“Bishop, stop!” I chastise him and continue to try to wiggle free but when I feel his cock hardening inside me, I freeze. The dirty devil releases my nipple and smirks up at me.

“Mom? What’s going on?” Before I can answer, Bishop snatches the phone off me and answers our son.

“No more training of any kind for you. Finish school and be a kid while you can.”

“But, Dad–”

“No buts, Royal. No more training. I mean it. Now fuck off and go party or something, I’m trying to make you a sister.” I gasp and scowl at him but he just laughs.

“Oh that is fucking nasty, you’re too old for that shit–” Bishop ends the call and tosses his phone to the side.

“I’ll show that prick who is too old to fuck.” Laughter bursts out of me when he flips us so I’m on my back and he looms above me. That is how we spend the rest of the afternoon, fucking on every surface of his office and ignoring our son's calls.

I just wish I knew then that this might be the last moment we would share together like this.

Knight

“What is it, now?”I bark the moment King walks into my office at the gym. My brother sighs and drops down into the chair in front of my desk. He looks tired and wrung out. That’s what this life does to you, it ages you and forces you to look over your shoulder constantly. Things have gotten worse since Bishop started to transition into the new Don of Miami. We have enemies from all over coming out of the woodwork to try to stake their claim. You’d think after nearly twenty years of being in the game that these bottom-feeding scum would allow us to live in fucking peace as we have tried to do but nope, the cunts just keep coming.

“The cartel has made a move against us.” My brows rise in surprise. I lean back in my chair and nod, we knew it was a possibility that this would happen. No one in the history of the mafia has ever taken over two states, until now.

“What did they do?” King's jaw stiffens, his eyes harden at the edges and the deadly look in his eyes has me sitting up straighter and gripping the armrests on my chair.

“They sent pictures of Nytress and Unique to Bishop.” Anger burns hot through my veins.

“They’re fucking dead–”

“Rook and Clare just pulled them out of school, they’re back home with their parents. But, we need to get back there now. He needs you, Knight. Bishop and Gage can't get through to him.” He doesn’t need to say more, I’m on my feet and rushing out the door with him hot on my heels. Rook and I are closer than the others. He’s my twin and if Bish and the others can’t get him to calm down, then that means he needs me.

I break every speed limit to get home, King tailing me the whole way and running every red light as I do. The moment we pull up out front of Rook’s house, I slam the car into park and jump out. I spot my wife on the porch with Kiara, Anya, and Destiny. Koby nods once telling me it’s okay to go inside. I do just that. The moment I open the door and break through the threshold with King on my heels, I hear shouting coming from the living room.

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