All Chapters of My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The old factory was dark and quiet. Snow covered the ground, making every step crunch loudly beneath our feet. The freezing wind blew across the empty yard, carrying tiny snowflakes through the broken windows. Every sound felt louder in the silence, and it seemed like the whole place was holding its breath. We moved carefully through the shadows, our hearts pounding so hard I thought the others could hear mine. Jax led the way, his gun steady in his hand, his eyes scanning every corner. Jimmy stayed close to me, his face pale but determined. I held the small knife Jax had given me, my hands shaking despite my effort to stay calm."This is it," Jax whispered, his voice barely louder than the wind. "Victor's brother is inside. We end this tonight."None of us answered. We simply nodded and followed him.We slipped through a broken side door as quietly as we could. The inside of the factory was huge. Rusty machines stood in long rows, covered in dust. Wooden crates were piled high agains

The car was quiet as we drove back to the cabin. Snow fell heavily, covering the road in white. I sat in the passenger seat, pressing a hand against my side. The gunshot wound still hurt, but the pain in my heart hurt even more.Jax drove with one hand on the wheel. Every now and then, he reached for my hand and held it for a moment before returning his attention to the road. Jimmy sat in the back, staring out the window. None of us had the strength to speak.Finally, Jimmy broke the silence."We made it out," he said quietly. "But this isn't over, is it?"Jax shook his head."No. Victor's men are still out there. They won't stop until they get revenge. We need to stay hidden for a while."I looked out at the falling snow."The kids... they can't keep living like this. Always running. Always scared."Jax squeezed my hand."I know. I'm done with the club. I already told them. No more dangerous jobs. I want a real life with you. With all of you."Jimmy lowered his head."I never thought

The motel room smelled like old carpet and coffee. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the kids sleep. My side still hurt, but I was getting used to the pain. Jax stood by the window, looking out at the parking lot. Jimmy sat in the chair, rubbing his eyes.We had been here for two hours. It felt like the first time in days we could breathe.“The kids are finally resting,” I said quietly. “They were so scared in the car.”Jimmy nodded. “They’re tough. Like their mom.”Jax turned from the window. “The parking lot is clear for now. We should get some sleep. We’ll figure out the next move in the morning.”I lay down next to the kids, careful not to wake them. Jax took the chair by the door. Jimmy stretched out on the other bed. For a little while, the room was quiet.But then I heard something outside. A car door. Then another.I sat up. “Did you hear that?”Jax was already at the window, peeking through the curtains. His body went stiff. “Two cars just pulled in. Four men. They’re sp

The morning light came through the small window of the motel room. I woke up with Jax’s hand still in mine. He was sleeping, his breathing steady now. The doctor had said he would be okay, but I hadn’t left his side all night.I sat up slowly, my own side still sore. Jimmy was already awake, sitting by the window with a cup of coffee. The kids were playing quietly with some toys he had bought them from the gas station.“Morning,” Jimmy said softly. “How is he?”“Still sleeping,” I said. “He looks better.”My daughter came over and climbed onto my lap. “Mommy, is Jax going to be okay? He got hurt because of us.”I hugged her close. “He’s going to be fine. And it’s not because of you. None of this is your fault.”My son came over too, leaning against my leg. “Can we go home soon?”I looked at Jimmy. He gave me a small nod. “Soon,” I said. “We just need to make sure it’s safe first.”Jax woke up a little later. He tried to sit up, but I put a hand on his shoulder. “Easy. The doctor said

The room went silent.Jax kept one hand on the door and the other on his gun. Mark stood outside, breathing hard. His clothes were wet from the snow, and his face looked pale."Please..." he said again. "Let me in. They're watching."Jax didn't move."Give me one good reason to trust you."Mark looked over his shoulder before lowering his voice. "Because if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have come alone."I stepped closer. His eyes were filled with fear, not anger."Jax," I whispered. "Let him in."Jax hesitated for a second, then opened the door wider.Mark hurried inside. Jax locked the door immediately and pulled the curtains shut.Jimmy stood in front of the children without saying a word.My daughter looked confused."Mommy, who is he?"I forced a small smile."An old friend."Mark looked at the floor. "I don't deserve to be called that."No one spoke for a moment.Finally, Jax broke the silence."Start talking."Mark took a deep breath."I never wanted any of this.""Then why