LOGINShare
Chapter 119
Last Updated:
2024-12-19 07:04:20
Related chapters
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 120
Alyssa After a few hours of sleep, I wake up to find Niko and Mason's bodies pressed against me, but King is nowhere to be found. For a moment, I wonder if he had a job or something, but I'm sure he would've woken me up to tell me before he left. I slip out of bed and check on Zuri, my feet light on the floor as I move through the quiet house. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I head downstairs. The low glow of the lamp in the living room casts long shadows. That's when I see him—King. His tall, solid silhouette sits in his chair, a drink in hand. By the tension in his posture, I can tell that something's wrong. Wrapping my silk black robe tighter around me, I cross the room silently and sink into his lap. My arms slip around his neck, and I bury my face in the warmth of his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He hums softly, the low, gravelly rumble of his voice breaking the silence. "What are you doing awake, kitten?" I let my fingers trace the curve of his jaw, th
Last Updated : 2024-12-20Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 121
Alyssa I wake up at 5 a.m., my nerves already prickling with anticipation. Marina will be here soon, and even though I'm not entirely sure what this meeting will entail, I know I need to look presentable. The weight of what's ahead presses down on me, making the early hour feel even heavier. The warm water steams over me as I lather soap on my washcloth, trying to clear my mind. What questions will Marina ask? How much does she already know? Gray must have filled her in on some of the mess that is my marriage, but will she look at me differently once she knows everything? Will she see me as just another broken, naive woman who made bad decisions, or will she understand the depths of Isaac's cruelty? The thought twists my stomach in knots. When I met her yesterday, her piercing gaze made me feel both small and seen at the same time. She exudes confidence and control—the kind of person who could break someone with just a word. But will she really be able to stop Isaac's plan? Or w
Last Updated : 2024-12-23Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 122
Alyssa Marina's presence in the room feels like a heavy weight. Her confident stride and the sharp click of her heels are constant reminders of how out of depth I feel. Marina exudes composure, as if nothing can shake her. I can't help but wonder if she can see right through the mask I'm desperately trying to hold onto—whether she knows about the anxiety twisting my insides. As she arranges her files, her eyes sweep the room, landing on Niko briefly, then Mason, before they settle back on me. There's a certain intensity to the way she looks at me, like she's already dissected me in her mind. It's fucking unnerving, but I refuse to let it show. Adjusting her tailored blazer, she crosses her legs with practiced poise. "Niko, be a dear and make me some tea, will you?" Her tone is polite but firm. "Sure," Niko mutters, disappearing back into the kitchen. Damn. She definitely has a dominant personality. I can already see why King wouldn't get along with her. So, what the hell was
Last Updated : 2024-12-24Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 123
Isaac "So let me get this straight...the pathetic little club your wife ran off to has videos of you fucking other men who have wives and families?" My father's voice is low and venomous, every word slicing through me like a blade. I grind my teeth, keeping my head bowed. Telling him has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but it had to be done. This could ruin our family and the lives of every guy in those videos. I don't even know how the fuck Alyssa's brother got access to them, but he won't get away with blackmailing me. Even it means coming to my father for help. "Yes, Sir," I force out. "I thought you should hear it from me before it gets out." The silence stretches unbearably. My father rises from his chair, each deliberate movement making my stomach twist tighter. I brace myself, knowing what's coming. The first punch crashes into my gut, hard enough to make me see stars. I double over, choking on air, but I don't dare fight back. The second blow come
Last Updated : 2024-12-26Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 124
King "You'll regret this!" Gary Phillips, the police chief of Brookhaven, Oregon, spits through clenched teeth. I tilt my head, studying him through the eyeholes of my 'Call of Duty' mask. He dangles from the wall, stripped down to nothing but his underwear. Pale, flabby, weak—his chest heaves, streaked with blood from the cuts I've carved into his chest. "You know," I drawl, my voice cold and mocking, "for a police chief, you'd think you'd hit the gym once in a while." I press the tip of the blade against his sternum, just enough for him to feel it. His pupils dilate, terror clouding his already broken expression. That's what I've been waiting for. The fear. The desperation. Soon, he'll be begging for his life, even though deep down, he already knows he won't leave here alive. I've made that more than clear already. The blade glides lower, slow and precise, as I slice into him again. His skin splits easily, the blood welling up to bead at the surface before trickling dow
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 125
Mason Watching King work usually makes me a bit ill. The way he seems to find a rhythm in destruction, precision in pain—it's more than most people can stomach. But tonight, as I stand in the dim light of the garage, I see something else. It's not just brutality. It's art, if you can call it that. Every shallow slice he carves into Phillips' chest, every muffled scream and whimper, feels deliberate, like King's sketching a portrait of suffering. And as fucked-up as it may be, I can't look away. Gray leans against the wall, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "Fuck," he mutters, pinning me with a knowing look. "Wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that." I clench my jaw beneath my mask, staying silent. Maybe a few months ago, I would've been afraid of a fate like this, but being with Alyssa has forged a bond between us that's stronger than ever. However, with the way Gray punched Isaac in the face and crushed Phillips' balls like it was nothing, I think it's bet
Last Updated : 2024-12-30Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 126
Alyssa "Where have you guys been?" I ask, folding my arms as King and Mason stroll into the house at four in the morning. Their clothes are clean, too clean for men who've been out all night. I also catch the fresh scent of soap lingering on them. They showered before coming home. And with my boys, that only means one thing. "What are you doing up, kitten?" King asks, sidestepping my question with practiced ease. I narrow my eyes, refusing to let him off the hook. "Waiting for you. You've been gone all night, and I wanted to call, but I had a pretty good idea what you two were up to." I'm not stupid. I'd have to be blind not to notice the tension in King's shoulders the past few days, the way he's been pacing like a caged predator. Now, though? He looks...calm. Relaxed even. And that scares me. He didn't go after Isaac, did he? No. Mason would've stopped him. I'm sure of it. But that means he went after someone else. But who? My gaze sharpens. "What did you
Last Updated : 2024-12-30Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 127
Alyssa Niko strips off his clothes, his eyes locking onto the mess coating my skin. He drops to his knees beside me, his tongue darting out to taste the other boys' essences. The first slow, deliberate drag of his tongue up my chest makes me shudder, but it's the guttural moan rumbling deep in his chest that really sets me on fire. "Fuck," he groans, his voice rough and filled with need. His hands grip my waist, guiding me onto my back as he laps at every trace of King and Mason like he just can't get enough. "You taste so fucking good like this," he mutters, his voice muffled as his tongue moves lower. "All of you—every inch of you—is mine to clean." The possessiveness in his tone makes my thighs clench, a soft mewl spilling from my lips. His tongue swirls around my nipple, his teeth grazing before his lips close over it with a hard suck that sends sparks shooting straight to my core. Then his mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding. The kiss is messy, his lips and tong
Last Updated : 2024-12-31
Latest chapter
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 149
Alyssa King's expression hardens as he stares at the woman who tripped in front of us, his entire body going rigid, as if frozen in place. I don't have to ask to know who she is: his mother. They share the same nose, the same sharp, assessing eyes, though hers are dulled by time and whatever damage she's done to herself. I can almost picture what she looked like before addiction stripped her of everything. She's dressed in faded blue jeans and a red tank top, the fabric hanging loosely off her thin frame. There's an unease in the way she moves, her fingers twitching like they don't know how to be still. A thin sheen of sweat clings to her skin despite the crisp fall air, her lips pressing together before her tongue darts out—like she's suppressing something, whether it's nerves, withdrawal, or both. "Kaiden, is that really you?" she asks, her words trembling with disbelief. King's expression stays flat, unreadable. "Who else would it be, Jolene?" His voice is cold, de
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 148
King When Alyssa suggested we have a family fun day, I never expected we'd end up at a goddamn petting zoo. A few months ago, I didn't even like children. Hell, I still don't—except for the ones that are mine. And I sure as shit don't care for animals. They're filthy, loud, and unpredictable. Paying money to touch something that belongs on my dinner plate? Hard pass. "King, look at this piglet." Niko grins, holding the squirming animal up like he's about to start singing one of those stupid fucking songs from the movies Alyssa forces us to watch. Alyssa stands beside him, helping Zuri feed a goat. Her laugh rings out like sunshine cutting through the storm cloud in my head. She snaps a picture of Niko with her phone, her eyes glowing with a soft happiness that tugs at my chest. "Aww, I think he likes you," she teases. Niko nuzzles the piglet. "Oh my god. I'm in love with him. We're taking him home." The fuck we are. We've got enough shit to deal with. The last thin
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 147
Nikolai I know now's not the right time, but fuck if I can't stop my dick from getting hard at the way Alyssa just tore into Gray. She put him in his place like the fierce little queen she is, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to drag her off somewhere private and show her how much that fire turns me on. Gray must be feeling like a dumbass right now, blindly believing Christine once again. But at least he didn't try to kill us when Alyssa dropped the truth about our relationship. That's progress, I guess. When I notice King visibly relax, his shoulders loosening just a fraction, I move to thread my fingers through Alyssa's hair, massaging her scalp as she sits in his lap like it's her personal throne. She leans into our touches, sighing softly, and I can't help but smirk. After we make it out of this alive, I think I'll have to give her another throne to sit on later—one that involves my face. Gray's eyes narrow slightly as he watches us, but he doesn't say a word
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 146
Alyssa Gray storms into the coffee shop like a hurricane ready to tear through anything in his path. His presence alone is oppressive, tension crackling off him in waves. Shoulders squared, fists clenched, his fury is barely restrained, coiling tight beneath his skin like a live wire waiting to snap. I stay put, curled in King's lap, his arm slung securely over my belly, as if he's daring my brother to try and rip our family apart. Across the room, Niko leans against the counter, lazily sipping a caramel frappe, his posture deceptively relaxed. But I can see the way his sharp blue eyes track my brother's every movement, as if he's already preparing for every violent scenario imaginable. Mason stands near the wall, arms crossed, giving himself the perfect vantage point. His expression is unreadable, his posture stiff and ready. I wasn't even sure if Gray would show up when I texted him after Nina agreed to watch Zuri. Half of me expected him to redemand that we meet him
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 145
Alyssa I wake up to an empty bed, but the sheets are still warm, evidence that they haven't been gone long. "Guys?" I squeak, my voice barely breaking the silence as I slowly sit up, glancing around the dimly lit room. But there's no sign of King, Niko, or Mason. The clock reads 3 a.m. I can see King waking up this early, but that doesn't explain where Niko and Mason are. After a quick stop in the bathroom, I tiptoe down the stairs. Halfway down, I hear their muffled voices. I pause, crouching slightly as I strain to listen. "Something's off about this Vince guy," Niko says, his voice low but laced with suspicion. "But I can't find anything too out of the ordinary in his records. Just regular mob shit." "There's a reason you're vice president, Niko," Mason replies, his tone measured. "We trust your intuition. That means we need to keep an eye on him and also continue to keep Alyssa and the babies away from the clubhouse until we know for sure." "Agreed," King rum
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 144
Grayson "I'm only going to ask you one more fucking time...where did you go today?" I growl, pressing the large wand massager to my wife's clit. She screams, arching off the bed, but the ropes holding her wrists and ankles to the frame keep her firmly in place. "Please...Gray," she begs, her voice cracking with desperation. "That's not the answer I was looking for." I pull the wand away just as she's teetering on the edge of release. Her trembling body, the tears streaking down her cheeks—it's a heady mix of power and vulnerability that fuels me to keep pushing. We've been at this for hours, ever since I came home and found zero evidence of the shopping trip she claimed to have gone on with Alyssa. No bags, no charges on my credit cards, nothing. Which means she lied to me. Worse, Alyssa lied to me. They all fucking lied to me. But I won’t confront my brothers—not yet, at least. I want to hear the truth from my wife's lips. I've always respected her privacy, even tolerat
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 143
Alyssa I'm still thinking about what happened with Logan and War, even after we're home, and I'm putting a pot of water on the stove for spaghetti. War didn't exactly say what he wanted, so I went with something simple. Chelsea had done a great job watching Zuri today, and when King handed her a fat stack of cash, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. I didn't even want to guess how much it was, but he said she deserved it for watching our daughter. I can't even explain how much I melted after that. Now, Zuri's playing with King in the living room while Mason is going through the hard drives. His first priority: finding and deleting Christine's tape. Meanwhile, Niko's still out with Gray, but I hope Christine actually talks to him when he gets home. If not, I'll have to do it for her. Like she said, he deserves to know everything. After stirring the spaghetti sauce and dropping the noodles into the boiling water, I finally take a seat at the table to catch my breath.
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 142
Alyssa Phillips' office isn't hard to find. It's tucked at the end of the hallway on the first floor, eerily neat and pristine. The air feels heavy here, like the walls are holding their breath, waiting for us to uncover their filthy secrets. And I'm sure there are more than plenty. Mason wastes no time. He shrugs the black backpack off his shoulder and heads straight for the desk. "Look for any electronics where the files could be," he says, already working to gain access to the computer. His calm demeanor steadies my nerves, even if only a little. I start pulling open drawers, skimming through papers and notebooks, while Christine checks the closet. The room is tense and silent except for the rustling of paper until Christine breaks it with a question that makes me freeze. "You're not going to tell him, are you?" she asks, her voice low but tight with anxiety. I pause mid-search, narrowing my eyes at her. "Shouldn't I?" I hiss, keeping my voice quiet but cutting. "Y
Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends Chapter 141
Alyssa "Oh my God. Who screams that loud during sex?" I whisper-shout, horrified at the noises blasting through the earpiece. They've barely been inside the house for five minutes, and War's already fucking the life out of her. Or at least that’s what it sounds like. I want to yank the damn thing out of my ear, but Mason insisted we keep them in just in case something goes wrong. I don't know if it's worse that I'm forced to listen or that a tiny, traitorous part of me is...slightly turned on. Okay. Maybe really turned on. I can’t wait until this is over so I can enjoy my men tonight—after making War his dinner, of course. I owe him that much for doing all this for me. The SUV is parked on a narrow dirt path behind the police chief's house, shrouded by thick trees. I thought it'd be risky to do this in the middle of the day, but the nearest house is down the road. We should be good to go. King sits in the driver's seat, ready to peel out at the first sign of tro
