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Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother Chapter 19
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
Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother Chapter 18
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
Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother Chapter 17
AshleyGray: Gonna be busy all day. Pack a bag. Want you to stay at my place.I stare at the text, propped against my pillow with the sheet clutched to my chest—not because I'm embarrassed. Please. Gray's already seen every inch of this fine-ass body, and I'd flash the whole damn block before I ever pretended to be ashamed of it. The sheet's just something to hold on to while I fight the urge to yeet my phone across the room.Stay at his place? The hell does that even mean—one night? A week? Am I pulling up with a cute little overnight bag, or should I be backing a U-Haul into his driveway? My thumb hovers the screen, itching to fire back a smartass, "define pack a bag." But under the attitude, my chest squeezes tight. Because if Gray's really asking me to stay with him, then maybe—just maybe—he's not bullshitting about the promises he made yesterday. I should be hyped. Thrilled, even. But Gray's not the "let's play house" type. He doesn't invite anyone into his space unless he mea
Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother Chapter 16
Grayson"Baby, I'll be back later, okay?" I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead."Mm-hm." Ashley burrows deeper into her pillow, her lips twitching faintly like even asleep she knows I'm still here. She looks at peace. Soft. Content. That glow that only comes after hours of tearing each other apart and piecing ourselves back together. We spent the day making up the only way we know how—skin on skin, nothing left but heat.It almost makes me stay. Almost.But War's call won't leave my head. The moment I saw the missed call at four a.m., I knew. Shit's moving, and it's worse than I thought.I just called him back. He's got a name. A thread to pull.So I sent a message out to my brothers: Church. One hour. No excuses.We can't sit on this. This is our window, our edge.And I'll be damned if we don't use it.The ride to the clubhouse is nothing but static—plans, angles, a dozen ways this can go wrong and the one way it has to end right. Catch the bastard. Shut it down before it sp
Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother Chapter 15
WarBlunt pinched between my fingers, I let the smoke curl slow toward the ceiling as one of my dancers, Naomi, flips herself upside down on the pole. Her heels smack chrome, legs spread wide for the kinds of men who couldn't get laid unless they paid for it.Business at Rapture's been good. Too good.Nothing sells better than ass. Doesn't matter if it's dusted in glitter under neon or raw in some backroom—men'll bleed their wallets dry for five minutes where they feel wanted. Powerful. In control.The Iron Serpents is my kingdom. Rapture's the throne room.Every dollar that moves through this joint feeds the club—fresh cuts on my brothers' backs, a roof over their heads, ammo stacked for the next asshole dumb enough to test us. The girls get paid. The rules stay clear. Cross one and you learn quick why we run this town.Working with the Reapers fattens the cash. Their enemies are ours now. Their assets back mine. Muscle multiplies. Protection sharpens. Power consolidates.Moonshadow
Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother Chapter 14
AshleyWith the help of aspirin, a few mind-blowing orgasms, and a long nap in Gray's arms, I'm feeling somewhat human again by mid-afternoon.He's still out cold—stretched across my bed like he owns the lease, naked, shameless, completely unbothered—while I drag my hungover ass to the kitchen. I whip up pancakes, bacon, and eggs, letting the smell of grease and syrup do its thing and sober me up a little more.Don't get it twisted—I'm still pissed at Gray. But the way he showed up last night, making sure I didn't choke on my own vomit? The way he fucked me like it meant something instead of using my body to blow off steam?Yeah... that's progress.It's proof he's trying. Shows he's not out here running game on me, or jumping into some other bitch's bed just because we're not official.But none of that changes the fact that we still need to talk.Ground rules have to be set if Gray actually wants another shot with me.Any tattooed bad boy with a deep voice and an ass you could bounce
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