Chapter 91

King POV

“Just how pussy-whipped has she got you?” Gray growls, glaring at me from across his desk. He angrily chews a piece of licorice, his new addiction of choice. “You know the clubhouse is the safest place for them.”

My jaw tenses. I don’t like being questioned, but this is his little sister we’re talking about. She’s my responsibility, but she’s also his blood. When I informed him that I was taking Alyssa and Zuri home last night, he was cranky as shit about it.

God, I hope his ol’ lady gets knocked up soon, so he can get back on his damn medication.

“I made the decision because she wasn’t doin’ well,” I say evenly, remembering just how badly she shut down within a couple of days after we got back. I don’t owe Gray an explanation, but I need him to understand. “Couldn’t just sit back and watch her suffer like that.”

“Exactly my point,” he snaps. “Alyssa has softened my enforcer into fucking butter. When did her feelings start coming before