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
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