All Chapters of Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alyssa After a restless nap, I spend the rest of the day with Zuri, clinging to every second as if it might be our last. I know King and Mason will protect me, but the lingering dread feels like a dark cloud I can't shake. There's a heaviness in my chest as I try to keep a smile on my face for Zuri's sake, watching her laugh and play. After kissing both her and Niko goodbye, King, Mason, and I find Gray outside, leaning against his bike with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, like he's trying to hold himself together. His gaze is locked on me as we approach. "Alyssa," he says, his tone clipped. I give him the middle finger. "Kiss my ass, Gray." He lets out a long, controlled sigh, his eyes darting to King, who presses a warm kiss to the back of my head. "I'll give you some space," King murmurs, but I grip his arm, reluctant to let him go. "You don't have to. I don't want to talk to him." Gray's face tightens. "Alyssa, we need to talk. Now." I narrow my ey

TW: Child abuse, sexual assault, human trafficking, murder, emotional damageAlyssa"Aly, Logan...stay in my office. You know the drill. Don't come out until one of us says so," Daddy orders."Okay, Daddy." I spin around in his big chair, the leather all soft and smooth under my fingers. "Fine. Whatever," Logan mumbles as Daddy closes the door. Rolling his eyes, he slumps into the chair across from me. Logan's kind of my friend. He comes to the clubhouse sometimes with his Uncle Sal, who's mean and always yelling at him. He has short brown hair, and his eyes are a pretty grey color. Mama says she thinks he has a crush on me, but I don't really get what that means. I just like that he plays games with me that make me feel safe—not like Daddy's games. "I heard my Daddy say there were other girls downstairs. Have you ever seen them?" I ask, already feeling bored. I always feel bored when we're not allowed to leave the office. Logan just shakes his head, a little frown on his face. "I

Alyssa The moment War takes over, I feel it. His posture changes, his shoulders square with a hardened, unsettling confidence, his jaw sets with a sharpness completely different than Logan's. His steel-gray eyes narrow and darken, and a slow, wicked smirk slithers across his face. The air seems to thicken with a menacing aura—not like King's, whose darkness feels protective and safe to me. No, this is different, like an unhinged, wild animal holding off on eating you until it finds the perfect moment. But I still mean what I said...I trust Logan and his alter. War's gaze sweeps over me, and then he leans in close, inhaling deeply. His nose wrinkles with disdain as he pulls back. "Gross. You reek like a goddamn meadow," he grunts, his voice way gruffer than Logan's. He saunters over to the bar as he runs a hand through his short, brown hair, and drops into a seat. "Alex, pour me something stronger. Whiskey's not gonna cut it." Alex doesn't hesitate, grabbing a clear bottle a

Isaac "Earn the right to eat my cum," Michael, my boss, growls, thrusting his cock deeper down my throat. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking me forward with a force that makes my eyes water. "You lied to me, Carter. First, you tell me you're taking a family vacation, then gang members show up to the office and threaten me? Yeah, you owe me a whole fucking lot." I hate his condescension, but I hate needing him more. Still, it's not like I don't enjoy this, but this is all Alyssa's fault. That useless, pathetic whore. If she hadn't left the way she did, I wouldn't be here now, choking on my boss's dick just to stay under his protection. She sent her brother and his friends after me. So, every humiliating moment, every second of submission—it traces back to her. Michael's grip tightens, forcing a groan from me as my throat strains around him. I'm staying at one of his houses for now, waiting for the right moment to strike, to take back what's mine. Alyssa thought she could j

Mason Fifteen minutes later, Alyssa is violently throwing up in the bathroom. She's hunched over the toilet, trembling with every heave, while Niko holds her hair back. I can hear it all too clearly, and my stomach twists in response. I inch away from the door, swallowing down the bile rising in my own throat. I can deal with blood and guts; shit, I've seen enough of that to last a lifetime. But vomit? That's where I draw the line. King is sitting in the armchair, watching Zuri cruise along the bed, her tiny hands gripping the edge like she's about to take her first steps. It's only a matter of time before she's walking on her own. I never thought I'd care about kids, but watching her grow these last few months... it's a gift I never knew I needed. Another retch from the bathroom makes my stomach lurch again, and I press a fist against my mouth, trying to keep myself together. King laughs quietly, glancing at me with that infuriating smirk of his. "I don't know how y