All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

His eyes flew open. “Agree to what?”“You think you can tell me no?” she whispered, leaning down so her breasts brushed his chest. “You think you can decide how I fight my battles?”“Mine… please,” Hayden choked out, his face flushed, his body straining as his hips jerked up into the tight heat of her wet pussy.She increased the pace, her body a blur of friction and heat. She was the one in control. She was the one driving the tempo.“Agree, Hayden,” she demanded, her voice rising with her own pleasure. “Agree to the plan. Tell me you’ll let me end this.”“I can’t… I can’t let you—”She slowed even more, her body clenching around him just enough to make him see stars but the friction reduced enough to halt his climbing pleasureHayden let out a sound of pure agony, his hips bucking upward in a desperate search for the contact.“Agree!” she commanded.Hayden’s resolve snapped like a dry twig. “Yes! Dammit, yes! Whatever you want, just… baby, please!”The moment the word left his lips,

Myla sighed, turning to him. “I keep thinking about the fact that he needs help. Like real help. Not to be hunted down like a rabid animal.”Hayden felt a surge of irritation, but he pushed it down, deliberately softening his voice. “Baby, he is not a harmless victim. He is a murderer. He killed his wife, remember?”“I know that,” she said, her eyes sad. “I haven’t forgotten what he did. But I can't help but wonder… what if he’d had help sooner? What if he hadn't grown up in that environment? I just feel so sorry because it is just a waste of a life.”Hayden’s heart softened. This was the woman he loved…. the woman whose heart was so vast she could find empathy even for the monster chasing her. It was the same heart that held him when he was falling apart… that saved him. He took her hand, kissing her knuckles. “That is why you have your foundation now, my love. To find and help the ones who need help on time before they turn into men like him.” He pulled her closer, his arms wrappin

Inside Beck’s office, the air was thick with the scent of the lemon air freshener Myla loved and the relentless, looping sound of a dead woman’s laughter. The walls were covered in projections of Rosie Kowalsky: at a picnic, blowing out birthday candles, looking into a lens with bright and hopeful eyes that knew that she was going to be erased in such a horrible manner.“Again,” Beck said with a soft voice. He was perched at the console, his glasses reflecting the blue light of the voice-modulation wave forms. “But use Eddie this time around. That’s what she called him the last time she posted about him.”Myla sat beside him in a wrinkled cream colored wrap dress, her hair pulled back into a messy knot. She looked exhausted, her eyes rimmed with red.They had been practicing and practicing for days now. Trying to perfect her pitch, tone, and auditory vibrations to match the late Annabel Rosalie Kowalsky. “Eddie… It’s me,” she whispered into the microphone on the table in front of her

In the master suite, the atmosphere was entirely different. There was no playfulness here, only a deep, aching protectiveness.Hayden said nothing as he gently carried Myla into their room. Her arms were loosely wrapped around his neck, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, her body warm but oddly limp, as if she had expended every last ounce of willpower holding herself together and had finally let go.She had spent days constantly watching, learning, and trying to mimic the late Annabel or Rosie, as Edward called her. Jared moved ahead of them, quickly turning on the lights in the bedroom, his movements deft and purposeful. While Beck followed silently, closing doors behind them, ensuring privacy without a word being spoken.“Let’s get her to the tub. She loves it. I think it will help,” Jared said quietly, already rolling up his sleeves. “I’ll get it ready.”Hayden nodded and set Myla down gently on the edge of the vanity.She blinked slowly at him, her eyes unfocused.“Hey,” H

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Beck muttered, his brows raising almost to his hairline as he took in the multiple blinking warning lights on his monitors.He reached his desk and tapped the space bar on his main terminal, and immediately, the red warning banners from the night before flooded the monitors, reflecting in the glass of his spectacles.ALERT: SYSTEM PERSISTENCE DETECTED. SECONDARY BREACH ATTEMPTS IN PROGRESS…STATUS: THREAT NEUTRALIZED… FIREWALL WEAKENED.“What an exciting way to wake up,” he drawled, rubbing his hands together in excitement, practically vibrating with restless energy. “Better than coffee.”Instead of the panic or frustration one might expect, a slow, predatory smirk spread across his face. He sat down in his ergonomic chair, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. “Yesss…” he whispered into the empty room, his eyes dancing with triumph. “You took the bait, didn't you? You greedy little bastard.” The door behind him creaked open, a