Dhalia POV After shopping today, I felt a sense of relief I hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever. It wasn’t just about the shopping itself, though I did need some new clothes—my body has changed so much in the past year. No, it was more about finally getting out of the house, about reclaiming a little bit of the freedom I’d been missing. The walls of our home, which once felt like a sanctuary, had started to close in on me. Chase and Jax, in their well-meaning but intense desire to protect me and ensure I had time to heal, ended up suffocating me without even realising it. Don’t get me wrong—I love them for how much they care, but I didn’t need to be housebound for months, or placed on bed rest for weeks after giving birth. I know some women would relish the idea of doing nothing but resting and being pampered, but it drove me crazy. That’s why, when Chase casually mentioned going shopping, I jumped at the opportunity. I was out the door and in the car before he could even t
DemiI pace the room and wait. Everything is set up. Everything is going to be perfect. I know to others, this will look like a crazy thing to do. It's not, though; if anything, it's hot. Maybe a little crazy. Who am trying to kid? It is crazy.Yasmine laughs while looking at me like I'm a fool. "This is crazy. I can't believe you're going to do it," she says, and I smile. I am, and I will enjoy every second of it. Actually, I'm sure both me and Dean will enjoy every second of it."He will love it! Especially after the meeting, it gives him something fun," I explain and wait for the call. I know it was a long meeting. He had already warned me he would be busy for hours. This is just something fun to help him unwind and enjoy himself."Ryan knows what he is doing, right?" She asks, and I nod. It's not that hard to kidnap someone. You grab them, throw a bag over their head, and are done. At least they make it look that easy in the movies, it actually might not be. Who knows?"Yeah, I've
DemitriI stay sitting on the chair and can't stop smiling at her. She's wild and feisty. Which I fucking love in my women, but this one? She likes the risk. That is obvious because here I am, tied to a chair in her apartment.She fucked me without checking I was the right guy first, and I remember her words. Next time, I kidnap her. I will. She can count on that for sure. That's my mission going forward: find out who she is. What she does in life, where she goes and who she is close to. I want to know every secret she has.Then, I will kidnap her back and fuck her.If she survives, the longer I don't reach out, the more chance there is she will have a team of men swarming this place and breaking down the door with guns. Then she will be dead, as they won't ask. They will just shoot. Which I guess is my fault. I trained them to do that if I was ever taken.She's freaking out, though. My eyes look across her. Her black hair flows down her back, and her eyes are mesmerising and green. I
DemiI don't move as this Demitri guy walks out looking far too happy that I fucked up. I'm happy I did, in some senses, but not in other ways. I mean, I know now I have to face Dean. He's going to be pissed I slept with a random guy. In my defence, it would have been him if he hadn't lied about where he was."I can't believe you fucked Demitri. The guy who kills without mercy and has a name for himself," Yas mutters. Her eyes stayed on me like she is still trying to work things out in her mind. It's not that hard.I was meant to kidnap my boyfriend and fuck him, and instead, I somehow kidnapped and fucked the Don of the mafia. I'm lucky to be alive right now."He's the Don, of course, he fucking kills people. What is he meant to tickle people as torture?" Ryan mutters and looks at Dean. "Are you gonna calm the hell down before you get your head blown off? That wasn't just some random guy," Ryan says."Fuck that. How could you act like this when you lied to me, Dean? If you hadn't lie
Demitri It's been a month since I was kidnapped by that crazy-as-hell woman. Her boyfriend, Dean, clearly didn't realise how lucky he was to have her.Sure, she is wild and a little bit crazy, but some of the best women are. They are the ones who keep you breathing when you die, just to watch them for longer.I made a promise to her, and I plan to keep it. I've ensured my guys have watched her from a safe distance. I know her entire routine, and I plan to correct it.She does the same thing, every day at the same goddamn time. It makes kidnapping her easier. I was hoping for a challenge, but maybe that can happen next time.I smirk as I consider it. She needs to change her routine, it's crazy how little changes, I know where she is right now. Visiting her favourite little bakers.I know what she will be ordering, as she orders the same thing every time. She's predictable, which doesn't match the wild woman I met that day.She seemed like chaos and destruction combined. She reminded m
DemiToday started well, got bad, and then went good again.The call from Yas is what turned it bad. Jastin had been cheating on her. He told her, then ran on a holiday. He had the audacity to blame her for him having an STI. She was clean, but he ran and took a holiday for the week.He got back today with his new girlfriend, so I paid him a visit and got revenge for Yas. He was curled into a ball crying when I left. He deserved it, not only for cheating for three years but for blaming her for him being dirty.Sitting on the the bed, I try to pick which shoes to wear. I told Yas we would go out tonight, it's more of a way to cheer her up however. The dress is perfect, but I'm stuck on the shoes I should wear.Deciding on simple black ones, I reach for them and feel someone's hand wrap around my mouth, followed by hands grabbing mine. Moving, I swing my head back and hear him groan.I watch my headphones fall to the floor and smash."You fucking asshole!" I swing my elbow and hit anoth
DemitriI roll off her and can't help but smile. I'm not sure why it took a month for me to kidnap her back, maybe because she would have been expecting it, and where's the fun in that?Turning, I look at her and see her asleep. Maybe I shouldn't have fucked her for so long. In my defence, for a month I've watched her and planned it.I remembered that day she kidnapped me, over and over. There was no way I was going to make this something quick. She's not about to wake, though, and I also didn't consider the fact I ripped her dress.Getting myself dressed I walk out of the room and downstairs. Stopping, I look at my brother."Since when did you begin kidnapping women?" He asks with a smirk."I made an exception for this one. How did it go?" I ask as I take a seat with him."Think we have enough answers as it is. He's still alive if you want to try to get more from him. It appears like he has no idea about the whole, setting fire to the warehouse.""Yeah, right." I don't believe he did
DemiI wake up and quickly tell myself off for falling asleep. I should have left straight away, not fell asleep in his bed. Sliding from the bed, I glance around and see my dress on the floor.Grasping it, I sigh, seeing it ripped. Opening the door, I peer out and go to shout him, but I can't even remember his name! This is awful. Walking back into the room, I open a door and see clothes.Grasping a shirt, I put it on. As I walk out, I fasten the buttons and make my way through the hall. I'm not even sure where the hell I'm going.It's too big, and this hall leads into two. Picking one, I walk down it and see the stairs. Finally! Walking down the stairs, I reach the bottom and glance around.This is the wrong way. This is a gym, but I need to be on this floor, so I decide to walk through the gym and out of another door. Five minutes later, I'm still unwilling to accept that I'm lost.Despite this being the second time I've walked through what looks like a library."Downstairs is sepa
Dhalia POV After shopping today, I felt a sense of relief I hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever. It wasn’t just about the shopping itself, though I did need some new clothes—my body has changed so much in the past year. No, it was more about finally getting out of the house, about reclaiming a little bit of the freedom I’d been missing. The walls of our home, which once felt like a sanctuary, had started to close in on me. Chase and Jax, in their well-meaning but intense desire to protect me and ensure I had time to heal, ended up suffocating me without even realising it. Don’t get me wrong—I love them for how much they care, but I didn’t need to be housebound for months, or placed on bed rest for weeks after giving birth. I know some women would relish the idea of doing nothing but resting and being pampered, but it drove me crazy. That’s why, when Chase casually mentioned going shopping, I jumped at the opportunity. I was out the door and in the car before he could even t
Chase POVI watched Dhalia as she moved through the store, her steps light and full of purpose, and it hit me—I might have gone too far. In our well-intentioned but overzealous efforts to protect her and Jacob, Jax and I had smothered her. When I casually mentioned the idea of going shopping, I expected a discussion, maybe some hesitation. But instead, she practically bolted for the door, grabbing her coat and leaving without a word. That was proof enough. We had suffocated her under the guise of safety and care.Seeing her so happy to be out, to be free to do something as simple as shopping, was a wake-up call. We had reduced her life to the confines of our home, restricting her to the roles of mother and partner, leaving little room for her to just be herself. That’s why I suggested she could return to work if she wanted to. Jax may not like the idea—he’s still riding the wave of his overprotectiveness—but after more than six months of keeping her tethered, it’s time we give her bac
Blake POV The last few months have been a whirlwind, a mental and emotional gauntlet that none of us expected. It wasn’t the physical demands that took their toll on me—it was the psychological strain, the constant push and pull of trying to navigate our lives while Chase and Jax became increasingly overprotective of Dhalia. My attempts to ground them in reality often felt futile, like trying to anchor a ship in the middle of a storm. Dhalia, poor Dhalia, bore the brunt of their overzealous protection. At five months pregnant, they decided it was too dangerous for her to continue working. Mind you, her job was sitting in a cozy little bookstore, reading and managing sales. There wasn’t anything remotely strenuous about it, but they convinced themselves—and her—that it was unsafe. It seemed harmless enough at first, just a precaution. But by the time she hit seven months, their obsession to shield her and the baby from every possible harm became all-consuming. They wouldn’t let her
Jax POVAs I sit on the couch, the book resting on my lap, I find myself absorbed not so much in the story itself but in the little marks I’ve made throughout its pages. These marks have become something of an obsession for me. They’re the places where I’ve seen Dhalia react—whether it’s a quiet gasp, a tear rolling down her cheek, or that subtle squirm of excitement that she can’t quite hide. Whenever she reads with me in the room, and I catch one of those reactions, I make sure to mark the page number. Later, when she’s done, I go back and read those specific sections, trying to decode what it is about these words that stirs something inside her.It all started small. At first, I only marked the pages that elicited a blush or a quiet moan—scenes of sex that clearly struck a chord. It didn’t take long to realise that it wasn’t just those moments that mattered to her. She would also react to the tender, the heartbreaking, and the unexpectedly sweet moments with an equal, if not more p
Dhalia’s POVMy eyes are glued to the door. In front of me are three small boxes, one for each of them. They are late, though. They promised to be back by four, and now it’s a quarter past. I’m trying to be patient, but it’s harder than I’d like to admit.Two months ago, I opened my bookstore, and it’s been incredible. Twice a week, we host book clubs, and I’ve made it a point to bring one of the guys with me to each session. It’s hilarious watching their faces as we dive into the discussions. The women seem to enjoy it too—something about discussing steamy romance scenes with a bit of eye candy in the room.The door finally creaks open, and I sit up straighter as they walk in.“You’re late,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.“By fifteen minutes, Angel. Cut us some slack.” Blake winks, leaning down to kiss me. His hand reaches for one of the boxes, but I slap it away.“Don’t touch.”He chuckles, rolling his eyes.“Why do I get the feeling we’re in trouble, Sweetness?” Jax asks as
Chase POVI stay stood in this room, shocked by what she's done. She went above and beyond, I was expecting a small, shop, nothing big. This though, is huge. We made sure that everyone knew not to mention anything to us about it.They weren't allowed to mention the location, the colour of the store, nothing. We wanted her to be in control and do it all alone without our input and she has."I've got something to show you," she grips my hand and guides me back through to the book store part, walking through she stops by some books, and hands me one.There, on the cover is a pink fucking unicorn. She found one? I stare at her and she laughs."Pink unicorn," she smiles up at me."You're fucking crazy, you read it?" I stare in amazement as she nods."I did and I'll admit I didn't enjoy it a single bit, but I had to get it, read it because that's the next book you're reading."My head tilts. "Please say you're joking?" She has to be. Her head shakes, and she places the book back."No, you m
Jax POVI watch as she walks towards us, the dress is stunning, long and golden. She stops in front of me and smiles."If they don't hurry, we will be late," she glares towards the door."Leave them alone Sweetness, they were having some fun before getting ready." We both laugh and I wrap my arms around her. A lot has changed in the past three months, a lot of her stepdads businesses are now fully hers. Although we take care of a lot of them.She wasn't comfortable taking over the strip clubs, bars, and such. So we sort a lot of it out for her. She straightens my tie and I chuckle. Her arms wrap around my neck and she reaches on her toes to kiss my lips."I love you Sweetness," I whisper as I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. My mind goes back, and I begin to wonder if we would ever have found her had Carl not set her up? It's scary to consider that, to consider where she would have been.Justin's plan was to do what Carl had once she returned to him, so would she still be
Dhalia POV His words float around in my mind. He should have told Jax and Blake, then maybe they would understand the whole issue he has. Something tells me after he does something with them, it brings back what happened with his father. I fight to figure out what to say to him, other than he should tell Jax and Blake. “Do they know any truth in what happened?” I stroke along the scar. “No, I thought them believing it sent me over the edge would stop them from doing anything. It did, but part of me still craved them. Which of course Jax noticed, and made it happen.” “You need to tell Jax the truth.” After everything, he still believes that Chase runs because he’s repulsed. “Jax can’t know. He will blame himself for what my father did.” He’s not wrong, Jax will blame himself to some degree. “What happens if he finds out the truth, Chase? Then how will he feel? Knowing that you kept on lying to him?” “He can’t find out, only we know.” I laugh. “So every man there that day is dea
Dhalia POV After eating, I found myself with more energy than before. Which sucks as I was ready to go to bed. Jax and Blake are currently messing around. I say, messing around, but Blake is more taunting him to get a punishment. It’s nice to see, and it reminds me of at the start. “I’m going to finish my book,” I jump up and walk off. I could have fallen asleep earlier, now though? I’ve got too much energy. Grabbing the book I sit down and begin reading it. About ten minutes later, the movement of the door has me turning to it. Chase walks in with a smile. “So, I found a book.” Really? “You found a smut book that involves a frickin unicorn?” He nods. “I did very well, thank you.” Wait, no! “Pink unicorn, it has to be a pink unicorn.” I watch as he sighs and sits beside me. “Pink is impossible! I have searched and I can’t find it!” His outburst has me laughing. “How about a human-unicorn that’s pink? I found one of them.” “No, it’s a pink unicorn, not half and half Chase. So y