All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For the past few days, a certain dark heaviness had hung in the house that Beck couldn’t shake. Myla moved through the halls like a shadow, quieter than usual, her smiles softer, weaker, like they took effort. And Hayden—fuck, Hayden hadn’t been himself at all since the alarm had gone off that night. Sure, he was present, but it was the presence of a phantom. He was there but with no substance…. withdrawn in a way that scraped Beck raw.Beck hated silence, hated unresolved tension even more…. not that he even understood what the dark tension was all about. So when he walked into the kitchen that morning and found Myla measuring coffee into the machine, he slipped playfully behind her, hugged her and leaned his head n her shoulder. “Sweetheart,” he drawled against her ear. “If you keep frowning at coffee beans like that, you’ll scare the bitterness and caffeine out of them.”She turned and gave him a quick, almost polite half-smile then went back to her task.Beck frowned, then pres

Hayden pushed open the back doors. He could hear Myla's voice call for him, but he couldn't stop or go back there. He knew he had messed up, but right now he just couldn't regulate his emotions enough to be apologetic.The doctor's words echoed in his ears again: "I think you should try to get used to the way life is now...."He felt his chest burn as he pushed back the sadness trying to crawl its way up his throat. They were telling him to prepare to get used to being useless.His wife and best friends kept repeating how much they love him, no matter his physical conditions, but how long can that feeling last? How long can they endure a man with noodles for legs and a cock that doesn't work?Soon they will find solace in themselves... and God knows that he had no problem with that. Hell, just thinking about it was the hottest thing he could ever envision, but deep down, the fear that when they do, they will realize they don't need him... that they are happy without the cripple draggi

“Let me make sure I got this straight,” Sheriff Ben Whittaker said in disbelief, his voice almost sarcastic. “There was a break-in attempt at your house, security system was hacked multiple times, now the wheelchair ramp sabotaged and none of you…” He jabbed a finger at Jared, Beck, then Hayden, “…thought to call the damn police until now?” He let out a dry chuckle. “Wait, you didn't even call us; it was the hospital. What on earth are you guys about??”Hayden’s jaw flexed. “We were handling it.”“You call this handling it?” Detective Carolanne Higgins’s tone could’ve cut glass. She leaned back in the chair across from Hayden’s hospital bed, arms crossed, one brow arched high. “Sir, respectfully, you’ve been the victim of at least two felonies and this attempted murder, and you thought what? You could muscle through it on your own?Hayden sat propped against the pillows, face tight, jaw clenched. He stared at the detectives with flat eyes. “This is being blown way out of proportion.”

“Myla? What is it?” Jared said when Myla entered the room, her face pale.Beck was already striding toward her before she even spoke, his voice low, controlled the way it got before a fight.She held the phone out to him with trembling fingers. “I… I just got a text from a number I don’t know.”Beck collected the phone, reading out loud the words that had drained all the color from her face:Stop talking to the police and don't believe everything they tell you. I will come save you soon.Jared’s expression didn’t flicker, but Myla saw the muscle ticking in his jaw. “You said it was from a blocked number?” he asked sharply.“Yes.” She replied in a shaky voice.Jared’s eyes flashed to Hayden’s sleeping form on the bed. The fall had apparently inflamed a nerve in his spine and drug they were using to manage the pain some times made him just slip into sleep within minutes.He looked back at Myla, voice dropped even lower. “Have you seen or noticed anyone strange around? Anyone watching y

“Myla, you don’t have to do this,” Jared said, jaw tight as he looked at her adjust her blouse.“Yes, I have to, Jay.” She said as she smoothed the black blazer over her hips, chin high, eyes blazing in anger. “Just because of the rumor they have been dragging him through the mud like he hasn’t built everything they are feeding off. Like he is already dead. If they don't make any statement they will keep thinking so." Outside the estate gates, reporters were gathered like sharks circling blood. They have been there since the previous day. The news had changed from Hayden being dead to him being in a vegetative state after one of the EMTs that came with the ambulance had leaked a picture of Hayden unconscious and strapped to the stretcher. The culprit would be dealt with once they had his identity.Cameras started flashing through the iron bars, microphones raised like weapons immediately they saw Myla approaching.The guards hesitated when she reached the gate. Jared swore under hi