Todos los capítulos de Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

“POLICE! ON THE GROUND! NOW!”A sharp, startled scream came from the open doorway. The door slammed open, steam spilling out, and a man stumbled forward wearing nothing but a towel around his waist with his hair dripping wet.He struggled as the nearest officer grabbed him and slammed him face down onto the floor, a knee between his shoulder blades. The towel barely stayed on his hips.The man sobbed in panic, sounding almost fake with his exaggerated reaction. “W... what’s happening?! I didn’t do anything! Please! PLEASE!”No one answered him as they quickly cuffed him.They weren’t here for his tears. They were here for a monster.Jared pushed forward as soon as the SWAT leader cleared him. He stepped inside, scanning the messy room...bags, trash, clothes thrown everywhere, a stink of sweat and unwashed skin.The policemen finally lifted him to his feet roughly, while the others checked to see if he was the only one in the bathroom.Hayden entered into the hotel room, his pulse stut

The evening air around the hotel felt thick and cold. Police lights flashed along the walls, washing everything in blue and red lights. Hayden stood near the entrance, jaw tight, chest heaving a little from the leftover adrenaline. He kept staring up and down the street where the officers had disappeared earlier.... kept waiting for someone to shout the words he desperately needed to hear.“We found him!”But it has been hours now and that announcement was still to be made. He checked his watch again and another minute had gone by.... another minute that bastard, Edward Kolwalsky, was out there breathing.Behind him, Jared was speaking to the swat captain Reyes, their voices were low and serious, carrying that military tone both of them had slipped into since the crisis started. Ben stood nearby writing notes and talking to some uniformed men. While Carolanne was talking into her radio.Hayden barely heard any of it. He was too busy imagining Eddie running through alleys with that

The sound of the helicopter faded into the early morning air as Hayden and Jared made their way up the steps toward the front door. They had slept in a hotel the night before, just in case someone had decided to tail or place a tracker on them in a bid to find their home. The potential perpetrators were either the stalker, whom they still suspected planned the whole ruse to pull them out, or an overambitious paparazzi looking to make it big by being the first to discover the Oakleys' new home.Jared had taken extra precautions by using a random car rental service under a different identity and also ensuring the helicopter itself was checked from top to bottomAnd because the two men were alike in the way they did things…. stressing over things in broody silence, it had been a long, terrible night for them. Their wrinkled clothes and tense faces heavy with exhaustion and frustration showed it. Myla rushed out to the foyer before they could even reach the living room, the dark circles

"Unstable... useful..." There was no way the bastard was talking about him like that.... right?Eddie shifted a little, partially concealing himself with the door frame. Before the man could say more, someone quietly cleared their throat behind him, making Eddie jump, startled.“Sorry señor,” the same maid from earlier apologized in a low, shaky voice. In her hand was a tray with a jug of orange juice and glass cups.Eddie smiled sheepishly at her and moved aside so she could enter.The Partner turned at the sound, but when he saw Eddie in the doorway, his expression brightened like he had not been talking about him seconds ago.“Finally, there you are,” he said warmly, gesturing at him to come into the room. “Come in and sit with me.”Eddie hesitated, observing his face for a couple of seconds. Maybe he had just been paranoid for no reason again, and he hadn’t been talking about him.He walked in and sat opposite the man.The partner smiled at him. Looking like a patient teacher deal

All the bounty did was bring out the worst kinds of people.For a full week, the phone number Jared had given as a direct contact for clues and the detectives' phones rang nonstop. Even though it had been different people, different numbers, and people from different places, every call sounded the same... they all had the same hunger underneath it all. People claiming they knew Edward Kowalsky, people swearing they had seen him and the ones suddenly remembering a cousin or a neighbor or a guy they once shared a beer with who definitely, absolutely fit the description.Twenty thousand dollars made liars bold.By the middle of the second week, Jared got rid of the burner phone he was using for the tips and stopped answering altogether and left it up to the detectives to handle the rest. By the end of the second week, the frustration had settled into all four of them.The real danger was not the useless tips but the silence underneath it. The feeling that the man they were hunting was