All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Jared pressed his foot flat against the gas pedal, pushing the beat-up truck he had bought off a man in the parking lot of the dive bar past its limits. The sniper had not known the exact location of Troy’s base, but he had given enough specific landmarks for Jared to narrow the radius down to an industrial sector just across the state border.He wasn’t proud of the measures he had to use to make the young man spill the truth. But when it came to choosing between protecting his family or holding back against strangers who meant them harm, he did not give a damn. For the first time in weeks, he had a tangible destination.Yet, despite the faint triumph, a persistent itch remained at the back of his mind.His mind k

Ambrose turned in his seat again, looking at Hayden. "Sir,” he said, eyeing his boss’s stiff countenance. “Is everything alright?"“What kind of stupid question is that?” Hayden snarled, maintaining his angry, frazzled expression even as his heart hammered against his ribs like a sledgehammer. “My wife is in danger from God knows what, and you are asking me that?”Ambrose flinched, his eyes guilty. “I’m so sorry, sir,” he apologized again. “I shouldn’t have let her—”“Save it,” Hayden cut in, moving the phone to his second ear because his palm was getting too sweaty from nervousness. “Wait, have you tried reaching Colette?”Ambrose nodded, sweat beading on his fore

"I'm not Troy?" the man sneered, his eyes glinting with pure amusement above his face mask. "Who says so, Sergeant?"Jared’s jaw clenched hard, hot and volatile anger bubbling in his veins as he stared at the man standing ten feet away.He had known Troy Strauss for years. Even fucked him a couple of times. He knew the man’s physical profile like the back of his hand. Yes, a man could drastically buff up, but he could not magically add inches to his skeletal frame. The man standing before him was slightly taller, carried broader shoulders, and held an entirely different posture. And though he sounded hauntingly like the Troy he had known, the na

“No,” Jared whispered, his breathing coming out in broken, uneven pulls. "God, please, please.”“B, hold your breath!” He yelled, his bloody fingers slipping on the glass as he clawed at it. “I will find… Fuck, I don’t know what to do!”He stared at the wiring again, no longer noticing the sweat soaking through his shirt and the tears running continuously down his face. His palms were covered in blood from everything he had tried to break, and his entire body trembled from exhaustion.He slammed his bloody fists on the glass, his entire body trembling from exhaustion and devastation. “Beck…” He sobbed. He could not do this. He could not watch him die. But if he tried anything, whatever failsafe the bastard had set up would do it quicker.The chamber suddenly shuddered beneath his hands, and he jolted, his hand immediately moving for the knife tucked in his waistband. Someone was here. And if that bastard was back, killing him would bring him so much fun. He turned sharply, his e

"Innocent?” Kessler repeated, sounding as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “Yes,” Hayden said, his voice steady. “You must be mad! I was there!” He roared in anger. “I survived it! I know who gave the command!""No, you don't!" Hayden yelled back, his voice ringing with absolute, unyielding conviction. "I swear to whatever God you worship, Jared is innocent!”“Hay,” Jared whispered, his voice urgent as he reached out to stop him. He reached out to tap his shoulder. “Wha… what are you saying??”Hayden turned to Jared. “Jay, listen to me. A military representative came by my office this morning.”Kessler's face changed.“The Department of Defense has actually been investigating Operation 94.” Hayden continued before any of them could interrupt. “But they kept it under wraps because high-level political figures were involved. People who have enough influence to bury what happened for years.”Jared’s breath hitched. He stopped breathing entirely.Kessler shook his head violently. “No. Y