All Chapters of Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alyssa My chest is tight as I sit beside Mason, thinking about his story, replaying every heartbreaking detail. No wonder he's so guarded, so closed off. He's been through so much, and all I want to do is hold him longer, like somehow my touch could chase away all the pain he's been carrying for so long. Gaining the trust of these guys, hearing their stories, their secrets, things that I'm absolutely sure they wouldn't share with anyone else—it means the world to me. I glance down at his lips, wanting to kiss him. Is it crazy that I've realized in the past week that I might be catching feelings for him too? I want him to be mine, in the same way King and Niko are. It sounds insane, even to me—I've already got two men I can't claim in public, and now I'm thinking about adding another to that mess? Would Mason even be okay with that? Being another one of them? King and Niko are into group sex, but I can't see Mason being into something like that. He's different. I can see him want

Nikolai "Your employee...Isaac Carter, where is he?" I ask, the question sharp and cutting through the silence in the room. The man tied to the chair shifts uncomfortably, sweat already breaking out on his forehead. He clearly wasn't expecting anyone to break into his office, not after it was locked up for the night. I bet he feels unlucky as shit right now. Across the room, King sits on a worn leather sofa, his expression a menacing mask of fury and resolve. It's been that way since we had to leave Alyssa behind, and though the same simmering rage courses through me, he has less control over himself than I do. If this guy doesn't give us some answers soon, King won't hesitate to jab his knife right into his throat. We told Gray we were spending tonight looking for leads on Isaac's location, and what better place to search than his workplace? Where his boss was conveniently staying late, all alone. "Look, I don't know what shit Isaac's involved in, but it has nothing to

Alyssa Three days after being at the clubhouse, I feel like I'm somewhat settling in. I get along with all the guys despite the fact that the four other women who live here, aside from Nina, seem to hate me. I'm assuming King has fucked them at some point because every time he walks through the door, they swarm him like a pack of hyenas. I'm not jealous; I knew he used to stick his dick in anything, so this isn't really a surprise. But for him to shit so close to where he eats? My stupid, stupid man. Too bad I've already fallen in love with him, flaws and all. I'm in the middle of telling Nina about how Zuri finally said "mama" last night when I catch that chick that tried to give her number to King walk over to Gray's table where my men are. She literally sits on the edge of it, pressing her fake boobs together and twirling her hair like she's starring in some low-budget porno. I stop mid-sentence, narrowing my eyes at her as her hand slides onto Niko's arm. King tu

Nikolai "What do you mean Gray pointed a gun at you?" I growl, checking her over from head to toe as if an imaginary wound might reveal itself. Alyssa stumbled into the room shaken, tears streaming down her face as she told us what went down in Gray's office. Mason's heads-up already had my stomach in fucking knots, but hearing it from her makes my rage flare. She bites her lip, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "He didn't technically point it at me." She sniffles, wiping away a fresh tear. "He was aiming at King, and I just...kind of jumped in front of him." Of course she did. She loves him. I would've done the same thing. But thinking about her standing in front of a gun, even if it wasn't meant for her, it's enough to make me want to put Gray through a fucking wall. I don't care what his reasons were. Putting Alyssa in danger is never okay. "That was dangerous, little warrior," Mason comments quietly from his spot on the bed, shaking his head. Alyssa turns to him, fr

Mason Damn it. Why am I such a coward? From the way Niko was looking at me last night, it was like he was silently urging me to take King's offer, but I just couldn't do it. I don't know why. I'm already helplessly attached to Alyssa; I want her more than my next fucking breath, but the thought of sharing her with my brothers stirs something uneasy in my gut. Maybe it's because, even if I go through with this, she'll never really be mine. King will always be her first, and I'd have to make peace with that. I follow Alyssa to the room so she can put Zuri down for the night. The ceremony's starting soon, and I volunteered to watch Zuri, which gives me an excuse to avoid the celebration. Too many people, too much damn noise. I'd rather be here in this quiet room, cracking open a book and enjoying the solitude. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch Alyssa in silence. She's reading Zuri three different bedtime stories—her favorite ones, from what I can tell. Zuri seems to li