INICIAR SESIÓNBOOK 2 after “Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friends TW: Dark Romance. BDSM. MF. FF. MFF. MM. MMMF. After years of fantasizing about her best friend’s hot, untouchable brother—the ruthless president of the Crimson Reapers MC—Ashley Johnson finally gets her chance. Gray’s wife walks out, leaving him shattered with nothing but rumors of a pregnancy she may or may not have faked. Gray is struggling, drowning in ghosts of the past, but Ashley is more than willing to distract him—with her body, her loyalty, and threesomes at sex clubs that push every limit he’s been afraid to cross. But when Christine storms back into town nine months later—with Gray’s four-month-old son in her arms—the game changes. Will Ashley step aside and let Gray rebuild his family? Or will she fight for him with everything she has… even if it means sharing the man she swore would one day be hers? Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother by Destiny B. Is a streamy, dark MC romance full of betrayal, obsession, and a love too wild to cage.
Ver másKing"Quit splashin' me, kid," I mutter, trying to block another wave of bathwater as Eden kicks like she's in training for the goddamn Olympics.She squeals—high, defiant—a baby-sized fuck you. And I can't even be mad.She's mine. Chaos wrapped in pink skin and ten perfect fingers.Her eyes—my eyes—lock on me, bright and wild, already knowing she's had me wrapped around her finger since the second she came screaming into this world.There's so much raw, untainted life in her it damn near hurts to look at. Innocence like that doesn't survive long where I come from. And I'll burn the world down before I let that toxicity touch her.No one lays a hand on my girls.And if they try?They'll die choking on the same hand that built their coffin.The vow settles heavy in my chest as I lift Eden from the tub, wrapping her in a towel almost bigger than she is. She's warm, slippery, and smells like soap and that built-in baby scent that smells like fucking heaven.I carry her into the bedroom.
AshleyWhile Alyssa's off somewhere giving her men the verbal beatdown they've had coming, I slide up to the bar and ask Nina for a Marionberry Mule.I've been trying to chill on the day drinking—especially after that wild night with Daisha—but my nerves are shot. It's not a great look, showing up to every crisis with a cocktail in hand. Still, the quiet's too damn loud, and I need something to take the edge off.Gray still isn't back. No text. No call. No clue what the hell he's doing.And I still don't know if I'm actually supposed to be moving into his place today... or if that "pack a bag" text was just his smooth-ass way of telling me I'm getting dicked down all weekend.Either way, it's killing me—not hearing from him, not seeing him. Feels like I'm stuck halfway between waiting and wanting, and neither one feels good. "You good, sugar?" Nina asks, already reaching for another shaker before I've even finished the first.I give her a slow look over the rim of my glass. "Do I loo
Alyssa"You ready?" Ashley asks as we pull into the clubhouse lot. Morning slices across chrome—King's, Niko's, and Mason's bikes parked in perfect formation, metal flashing like teeth. The air is crisp, a raw mix of exhaust and wet leaves that smells like trouble waiting to happen. Of course, Gray's bike is nowhere in sight. He's probably off handling whatever chaos couldn't wait until nightfall. Typical.That means Ashley won't get the confrontation she came for.Fine. I'll chew my men out solo.My hands grip the steering wheel until my knuckles go white. If what Ashley told me is true—if there really is a trafficking ring in our town—keeping it from me wasn't protection.It was betrayal. Plain and simple.Did they honestly think I couldn't handle it? That pretending I was fragile somehow made me safer?After everything I've fought through, everything they know about me, they should know better. Ashley's right. I was born into this life.This MC runs in my blood. Time to remind
Mason"When are we gonna tell her?" Niko asks, his eyes locked on the laptop screen, blue light reflecting off his face.He's been digging into Senator Alder's finances for hours, his fingers flying over the keys like he can hack his way straight into the bastard's soul. Meanwhile, King and I have been combing through camera feeds—traffic lights, alleyway corners, gas stations—anything that might give us even a glimpse of what went down the night of the drop.So far? Nothing.Either the footage was scrubbed, or those sick fucks knew exactly how to stay hidden.Not that there were many cameras in that part of town anyway. It's the kind of place the city pretends doesn't exist—where drug deals go down dark alleyways, and the only witnesses are junkies or corpses no one bothers to claim.Even if more than one person saw it happen, they'd keep their mouths shut. In neighborhoods like that, silence isn't loyalty. It's survival.I lean back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face, the weig
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