All Chapters of My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the machine next to my bed. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my side still hurting from the gunshot. The doctors said I was lucky the bullet only grazed me but the pain was real. The real hurt, though, was deeper. The kind that comes from knowing you almost lost everything.Jax sat in the chair beside the bed. He looked worn out, like he hadn’t slept. When he saw my eyes open, he leaned forward fast, relief all over his face.“Lily-Rose,” he said, his voice low. “You’re awake. I’ve been waiting for this.”I tried to sit up, but the pain stopped me. Jax was there right away, helping me with the pillows. His hands were gentle, like he was scared I might break.“How long was I out?” I asked.“A few hours. The doctors said you lost a lot of blood, but nothing vital got hit. You really scared me.” His eyes showed the guilt he was carrying. “This is on me. I brought this danger into your life. Into our kids’ lives.”I took his

Alex eased the pickup off the main highway onto a overgrown track, headlights off under the pouring rain. Mud sucked at the tires as they approached the crumbling mill from the east. Sarah rode shotgun, her hand resting on the stock of her rifle. Jake sat low in the back, eyes darting to every shadow along the tree line.No one spoke. The safe house had grown too hot after those fresh boot prints appeared near the back fence. They needed answers, and this old mill was the only lead from the torn scrap of paper they'd found in a dead drop.They parked behind a collapsed silo and slipped out into the downpour. Alex took point, pistol drawn, while Sarah flanked left and Jake swept right. Water streamed down their faces as they reached a rusted side door. Alex pried it open with a crowbar. The hinges groaned softly.Inside, dim emergency lights buzzed overhead. Stacks of rotting lumber filled half the space. In the open center, a folding table held maps, a burner phone, and an open laptop

The message from Victor hung over us like a dark cloud. “You can run, but you can’t hide. The kids are next.”I felt my chest tighten. The fear was back, stronger than before. “We can’t let him get to them. They’re just babies. They don’t deserve this.”Jax stood up from the bed, his face hard. “I know. I’m not letting that happen. I already have a safe house ready. It’s outside the city, quiet, and no one knows about it. We can take the kids there until this is over.”I nodded, but my mind was racing. “What about Jimmy? He needs to know. He’s their father too.”Jax looked at me for a moment, then sighed. “I’ll tell him. We’re all in this together now, even if it feels strange.”Later that afternoon, Jimmy came back to the hospital. When Jax told him about the new threat, Jimmy’s face went pale.“I’ll take them to the safe house,” Jimmy said. “I can work from there for a while. The kids need to be somewhere they feel safe.”Jax nodded. “My guys will watch the place from a distance. No

The old factory was dark and silent. Snow covered the ground outside, and every step we took made a loud crunch. The cold air stung my face as we moved carefully through the shadows.Jax walked in front with his gun ready. Jimmy stayed close beside me. His face was pale, but he looked determined. I held the small knife Jax had given me. My hands were shaking, but I refused to let fear stop me.Jax stopped near the broken entrance and looked back at us."This is it," he whispered. "Victor is inside. We finish this tonight."Jimmy nodded. "Let's bring our family home."We slipped through a broken side door. The factory was huge. Rusty machines stood everywhere, and old wooden crates were stacked against the walls. Water dripped from the ceiling, and the sound echoed through the empty building.Then we heard voices.Jax raised his hand, telling us to stop.Slowly, we looked around a large machine.Victor stood in the middle of the room with four armed men. He wore a black coat and had a

The old factory was dark and silent. Snow covered the ground, making every step crunch beneath our feet. We moved carefully through the shadows, our hearts pounding.Jax walked in front with his gun ready. Jimmy stayed beside me, his face pale but determined. I held the small knife Jax had given me. My hands were shaking, but I refused to give in to fear."This is it," Jax whispered. "Victor's brother is inside. We end this tonight."We slipped through a broken side door. The factory was huge. Rusty machines and old wooden crates filled the room. The cold air smelled of dust and metal.Then we heard voices.We stopped and looked around a stack of crates.Victor's brother stood in the middle of the room with four armed men. He was taller than Victor, with cold eyes and a cruel smile."So, you finally came," he said with a laugh. "I was beginning to think you were too scared."Jax stepped forward and raised his gun."It ends here. Leave my family alone."Victor's brother smiled."Your f