Chase POVOnce inside, I lock the door swiftly, a small sense of security settling in as the click resonates. Not stopping there, I stride into the bathroom and repeat the action—slamming and locking the door behind me. My sanctuary.Climbing into the shower, I turn on the water and sit under the relentless spray. The warm streams do little to soothe the chaos raging inside me. Anger courses through my veins, hot and unyielding. Clutching my head, I let out a scream—a raw sound of frustration and pain that fills the steamy air.I’m not sure how long I sit there, lost in a tumult of emotions, before exhaustion overtakes me, and I fall into a restless sleep right there in the shower.The feeling of disgust and repulsion follows me even through my sleep, tainting my dreams with its bitter aftertaste. When I finally wake, I’m cold and stiff, the water long turned cool. Shutting off the water, I step out of the shower, hastily throwing on a pair of sweats. My movements are mechanical, driv
DhaliaBlake left in the midst of a quiet morning. He said goodbye with a quick kiss and a brief mention of a meeting. Left to the rhythm of my own thoughts, I started cooking, only for Jax to insist I sit down instead. We stayed in a strained silence; my mind was tangled up in the events of last night.Watching Chase and Jax together had been an intense experience, different from anything before. But then everything shifted—Chase became defensive, pushed Jax away, and fled. The sound of doors slamming and Chase’s distant scream had punctured the tense quiet of the house.I had the urge to go to him, to see if I could offer some comfort, but Jax advised against it, saying that Chase was too raw and might lash out. It was clear the confrontation wounded Jax deeply; the hurt was unmistakable in his eyes, a reflection of his confusion and pain caused by Chase’s abrupt shift.Throughout what happened, Chase had an arm around Jax, not in rejection or resistance, but rather holding him clos
Dhalia POV“You had it beaten into you that relationships are weaknesses, right? That showing emotion is a weakness. That being gay or wanting to be with a man is a weakness. If you showed signs, he beat the hell out of you. If you cried, he beat you some more until you covered it all.”Chase just stares, a stoic mask hiding the storm underneath. “I did it. Every night with those men, I forced myself not to cry or show weakness. I only did it once. So you know what, Chase? If it’s a good thing and it’s working for you, I’ll build up the same walls. I will lock everyone out, and then I won’t give a shit. I will be happy to walk away from everyone in my life like they mean nothing.”He shakes his head slowly, a hint of something else—perhaps indignation or fear—at my suggestion.“Maybe that’s the way to fix Jax and Blake,” I continue, pressing further, “Tell them to lock everything behind a wall. Ignore things if they hurt, get too much.”“No!” His response is a fierce growl, breaking h
Jax POV. I ran out and have been claiming I need to work as my alibi to get away from Chase. The remorse is gnawing at me; declaring I was done felt harsh and impulsive. All day, his look of sheer terror has haunted me. That raw fear in his eyes after my words—it’s all I can focus on.I know why I walked away. My words were aimed at hurting him back, a petty jab born out of frustration and pain, knowing it would only escalate our conflict. Now, I find myself lingering outside Blake's room for hours, using his meeting as a pretext to hide my reluctance to face what I’ve done.As the door opens and people walk out, I take a deep breath and step inside. Blake greets me with a smile that fades as he reads my expression. He pauses mid-step, a resigned sigh escaping him. “How bad this time?”“Worse than ever,” I admit, the weight of the situation settling over me as I collapse into a seat. Blake joins me, his presence a silent support.“It can’t be that bad, Jax,” he probes gently.But it
Jax POV“Jax, I...” Chase falters, struggling with his words. “You didn’t take advantage. I agreed, yes. I might have said no, but I didn’t physically try to stop you. Part of me wanted it to continue, which is why I never really put up a fight. You didn’t force anything.”His assurance should relieve me, but guilt still gnaws at me. “That’s how it feels to me,” I confess. His reaction, and his words also confirmed that I took advantage of him.“No! Jax, you know full well I can make it clear when I don’t want something. We’ve been there before, and I've made it perfectly clear I didn't want to, and you’ve respected it. This time, I let you. Yes, I said no, but that was more about me not agreeing with myself.”His words help ease the tension in my shoulders.Chase then shifts his gaze to Dhalia. The shift in their relationship and connection is different, and it indicates a deeper conversation has taken place. Maybe now he's not shutting her out?“Three months,” he suddenly declares,
Blake POVAs I finish getting ready, my thoughts wander to what will happen in a week. She’ll be safe, free to make her own choices. But the nagging question remains. Will she choose to leave us? Once dressed, I walk through the house to her room. I'm not sure why I'm eager to see her again.Stepping inside, I hear the shower running and decide to wait on her bed, listening as the water stops moments later. She emerges wrapped in a towel, her presence filling the room.She pauses, a smile lighting up her face when she sees me. “Yes?”“Nothing. I figured I would watch you get ready,” I shrug nonchalantly, though my interest is more than casual. I want to be part of her routine, to share even these simple moments.She smirked at my response and nodded, then moved to the vanity table. It’s a new addition, one I suggested knowing it would make her mornings easier. They all agreed, and I arranged for its delivery, a surprise I hoped she’d appreciate.I watch as she brushes her hair, settin
Blake POVWith how quickly that picture of her heels spread across the news outlets, anyone would think she was naked. As soon as we get to the VIP section and sit, someone brings the drinks over. We should have thought about inviting her friend. I need to discuss things with Chase and Jax.Walking over to the guys, I decide to get Keeley. "Someone grab Keeley, make her aware she's coming here." I watch two of them walk away."Andy is here. Do you want us to join?" Chase points to Andy, who is walking towards us."No, it's the casinos, so there's not really much you two can help with," I explain before walking down to meet him."Where are we talking?" His eyes briefly go to Chase, Jax, and Dhalia before I point to a side room. Walking through, we sit down."So what's the issue, Andy?" I ask, and he moves, sliding his phone towards me."This is."He waits, and I reach over, taking the phone. My eyes read the news article. It's about Dhalia's stepdad going missing. His businesses are st
Chase POVWe all sit there, staring at each other, the weight of Blake's idea hanging in the air like a storm about to break. Each of us has our concerns about what it would mean for her to go back to work now, the risks, the dangers. For me, the idea of her returning there is out of the question. It’s a risk we can’t afford to take.Blake breaks the silence with a laugh, though it’s more forced than genuine. “You know, we could just tell her we want her to stay,” he says, a hint of desperation in his tone. “Then she’d know exactly how we feel.”But both Jax and I shake our heads almost in unison.Blake turns his frustration toward me, pointing an accusatory finger. “Of course, you wouldn’t agree, Chase. You never let anyone in.”He thinks he’s got me figured out, that my reluctance is about keeping my walls up. But it’s not that simple. “No, Blake, it’s not about that,” I respond, my voice firm. “I don’t want her to feel obligated to stay just because we helped her or because we want
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