Chapter 101

Grayson POV

“Babe, who was that?” Christine asks, propping herself up on her elbow. The cream sheet clings to her curves, but her tone is flat—disappointed. Again.

“Club business,” I answered, my voice clipped.

She nods, laying back down and turning away from me, her shoulders stiff.

I know I’ve let her down. I could get my dick up this time, but I just couldn’t finish the way she needed me to. It’s not her fault. She’s beautiful, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with, and I couldn’t ask for a better wife. The problem’s me.

Lately, I’ve felt like I’m drowning. Trying to make the club legitimate, trying to protect Alyssa, trying to give Christine the family she deserves—it’s all too fucking much.

Since I was twelve years old, I’ve been under pressure. Being groomed to take over the club. Taking care of Mom when she got sick. Raising Alyssa after I killed our father. That kind of weight on my shoulders has never gone away; I just prete