My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

The cabin fell into complete silence.No one moved.Outside, the sound of engines echoed through the snowy forest. Bright headlights shone through the windows before suddenly switching off.Jimmy looked through a small gap in the curtain."They're here," he said quietly.Mark grabbed his rifle."How many?""At least six."Reyes walked to the back door and checked the lock."They've surrounded us."Jax stood beside me. His wound still hurt, but the look in his eyes had changed.He wasn't afraid anymore.He was ready.Daniel stepped away from the window."They'll expect you to panic," he said.Jimmy loaded another magazine into his pistol."They're going to be disappointed."A heavy bang shook the front door.Then another.The old wood cracked."They're coming in," Mark whispered.Reyes pointed toward the kitchen."Lily, stay behind us.""I can help," I said."I know," he replied. "But stay where we can protect you."The third kick smashed the door open.Three armed men rushed inside.J

The old research facility stood alone in the middle of the forest.Its broken windows were covered with snow, and vines had climbed over the cracked walls. It looked abandoned, but something about it made my heart race.I had never been here before.At least... I didn't think I had.Jimmy stopped the SUV a short distance away."We walk from here," he said."No loud noises. We don't know if anyone is still inside."We stepped out into the cold morning air.Jax reached for my hand."You ready?"I looked at the building."No."Then I took a deep breath."But I need to know the truth."Mark led the way while Reyes watched our backs.Daniel carried the Project Eclipse file under one arm.The front door was locked.Jimmy pushed against it.The old wood gave way with a loud crack.Dust filled the air as we stepped inside.The building smelled old and forgotten.Broken desks lay across the floor.Papers were scattered everywhere.Most of the computers had been destroyed years ago.Mark looked

The first night of freedom did not feel real at first.I sat on the edge of the narrow bed in the safe house, elbows on my knees, staring at the scuffed wooden floor. The silence outside was the strangest part. No engines in the distance. No radio static. No one hunting us. Just the soft creak of the old house settling and the low murmur of Jax’s breathing beside me.He was propped against the headboard, shirt still open from where Jimmy had helped change the bandages an hour ago. The worst of the cuts across his ribs were clean now, closed with neat stitches. He looked tired in a way that went deeper than the injuries. But when his eyes found mine, they were steady.“You’re quiet,” he said.“I’m listening,” I answered. “To nothing. It’s… loud.”A soft knock came at the doorframe. Jimmy stood there, two mugs in his hands, steam rising. He had washed the blood and dirt from his face, but his clothes were still the same ones he had worn through the final hours. He looked like a man who

The morning came soft and slow.I woke up to the sound of rain on the windows. Jax was still asleep beside me. His breathing was steady and deep. For a long time I just listened. No cars. No shouting. No one looking for us. Only rain and the quiet house.Jimmy was already awake. He sat on the floor mattress with a cup of tea in his hands. When he saw my eyes open, he smiled a little.I got out of bed carefully so I would not hurt Jax’s side. He moved a little and opened his eyes halfway.“Still here,” he said in a sleepy voice.“Still here,” I answered. I kissed his forehead. He held my hand for a few seconds before letting go.Downstairs, the kitchen smelled like coffee and toast. Jimmy had started breakfast. I stood by the counter and watched him. His shoulders looked softer now. He did not stand like someone waiting for danger.“How did you sleep?” I asked.“Better than I thought,” he said. “I kept waking up to check if the quiet was real. Then I heard the rain and went back to sle

The house was quiet in a way that still felt strange.I sat on the couch with my legs tucked under me, a soft blanket over my knees. Jax rested beside me, his back against the arm of the couch so his healing side stayed comfortable. Jimmy sat on the floor near our feet, his back against the couch, a mug of tea warming his hands. The only light came from the small lamp in the corner. Outside, the night was still.For a long time none of us spoke. We just listened to the soft sounds of the house settling and the distant call of an owl. After months of running, silence like this felt almost loud.Jax’s fingers traced slow circles on the back of my hand. “You’re thinking hard,” he said quietly.“I am,” I answered. “About all of us. About what comes next now that no one is chasing us.”Jimmy turned his head so he could see both of us. “I’ve been thinking about it too. Every day since the Shadow fell.”I looked at him, then at Jax. The love I felt for my husband was still deep and steady. T