Chase POV“Liam, I didn’t know he worked for a newspaper. I didn’t know his boss was Wayne. He came in with a file about suing a company. The whole restaurant thing? That was because we didn’t have private space in the office.”“You didn’t tell us, though,” if she had, we would have known.“Shut up, Chase, let me speak,” she shouts, and I do as I’m fucking told because I already messed everything up once. “That night when Blake asked me where I had been, I was still a mess over what Keeley had said and done, along with Rose. I didn’t think. I couldn’t; my mind was fixed on that moment with Keeley, and I apologise for lying, but it wasn’t intentional.”At the time, I thought she was covering her back, lying to hide the truth. Knowing what happened that night, I quickly realised she was drowning and not thinking.“Keeley had kept ringing me. She asked if I was at the café we usually eat at, and I said I was on my way. When I got there, she wasn’t there. Liam was. He asked me to take hom
Dhalia POVI sit on the bed, considering my next steps. I can’t stay here while Chase hides everything and pretends like nothing happened, as if he’s untouched by it all. The thought of walking away from Jax and Blake, however, when they have so openly tried to make amends, has me debating whether I should stay.The sound of the door opening catches my attention, and I look up to see Chase standing by it. I roll my eyes and look back down at my phone. I can’t deal with the fight to get him to admit how he feels.I feel the bed shift, and I look up to see him sitting and facing me. “I’m sorry. You wanted us to be open and honest and hold nothing back, but I held everything back.” His words are quiet, and I can see he’s trying to open up. His jaw is clenched, and his breathing is quick.“Chase...”“No, you were right. They were right. I hate to admit it, but even my dad was right.” His words shock me. I open my mouth to speak, but he continues. “I hate myself. At the moment, all I wante
Dhalia POV“She was calling me and Jax assholes,” Blake explains as he steps into the room. “We got the point, Angel, message read loud and clear, and I’m sorry.” He smiles at me, and I nod.I feel like returning to the church and giving up on this would be less stressful. I was ready to come back and deal with rebuilding things between me and them. I didn’t expect the three of them to be totally destroyed and void as well.“I’m sorry, Chase. This whole week I treated you like crap, threatened you, and refused to let you in. I may still be here, but I pretty much ended our relationship, shut you out, and gave up listening to you.” Jax looks at him.“So it’s not just the relationship with me that needs fixing,” as clearly, they destroyed their relationship with Chase as well. It's like they have given up speaking to each other. Which makes no sense as when I arrived, they had good communication. They spoke about their issues a lot. Now? It's like they have given up and not willing to t
Jax’s POVI watched her throughout the movie, and even after she fell asleep, I couldn’t look away. It’s ridiculous, I know, but I keep waiting for the moment I wake up and she’s gone again.We should never have changed the casino’s name. It was perfect as Dhalia’s. This week has been rough—worse than any falling out we’ve had before.We were tearing everything apart because we lost her and couldn’t see clearly. I stand, walk over, and lift her gently. Chase is watching me in confusion.“She’s clearly exhausted and needs to sleep.” It’s only seven, but it’s obvious she hasn’t been sleeping. We need to talk and fix our problems, too. I don’t want Dhalia dragged into this mess.I place her in bed and stand by the door, watching her sleep. I roll my eyes as I hear Chase and Blake shouting. Walking over, I glare at them. “Now what?”“Nothing,” Blake shrugs.“Then why were you practically shouting?”They exchange glances. “Didn’t realise we were,” Chase mutters.“Well, if you wake her, I’m
Jax POVWe sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below.It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.After Cole leaves, Chase sits opposite me. I don’t want to, but I need to apologise. “I’m sorry. I made everything worse by shutting you out.”“I did cause it, Jax. The reason I pushed back so hard was because I knew I caused it. I took your phone, then Blake’s. Yes, you two let it happen, but you believed I’d gotten confirmation it was her.”We did, and that’s why I was so confused and shocked when it wasn’t her name. “Either way, we all had a chance to stop it and didn’t. We should get some sleep. Something tells me Blake and Dhalia will be a handful tomorrow.”They seem to
Chase POVI watch as Jax walks off carrying Dhalia. Blake turns and walks to his room. He's still distant with me, and I know it's because I literally took charge of everything. Yes, he likes to submit, but what I did was control.Walking to his room, I step into the bathroom. He turns to face me as he showers. Stripping, I step into it with him. "Let me help wash the egg out," I laugh slightly.His eyes watch me with caution. I don't blame him; I'm not this person—not with him or Jax. I struggle to be caring in the way I am with Dhalia. I need to try, though. He doesn't speak as I pull the eggshell out of his hair and wash it. "All sorted." I smile at him, and he steps out of the shower and goes to his room.Sighing, I follow. As I get into the room, he's sitting on the bed, with the towel still wrapped around his waist. Climbing onto the bed, I smile at him."Don't." He snaps and I laugh. "Chase, I'm not in the mood. Not this time, I'm fucking exhausted both mentally and emotionally
Chase POV"You really want me to do this?" His words are quiet, and he bites against my lip."Why shouldn't you take something for yourself for a change?" I groan and feel his body pushing against mine hard. My hands stroke up, his neck.He moves, and grips my hands, slamming them down onto the bed above my head, and using one of his hands to hold them in place. "Is this what you fucking want?" He looks at me, and bites against my lip again. "Why not just have Jax-""Don't," my word is growled. Fuck this, they do it to me. "You know what, at least Jax would agree and not run!"He glares at me, his free hand going back to wrapping around my throat. "I fucking hate you!" His voice reverberates into me.I can feel his heart racing against my chest, and I know I'm pushing him. I swallow, and he notices as his hand is still gripping my throat. His eyes drop to my throat, then roll back up to my lips. Something about the way he just fucking looked at me is a turn on.He's looking at me like
Dhalia POVJax has been so damn sweet; he literally washed every bit of food off my body in a way that wasn't suggestive. I expected him to try to fuck me, only he hasn't.He's been a gentleman. It makes it hard for me to be angry at him. Especially after every day this week, he's done something to try to win me back.For a week, I basically told him to fuck off. He came back, though, and if he didn't return, he sent me gifts. Right now, I feel awful for sending it back to him. He put in so much effort and I just threw it back in his face.He grips my feet, and I squeal."What the fuck?" He laughs, and reaches for them again."I will kick you straight in the fucking face if you touch them again!" I shout and he laughs."I was going to fucking rub your feet, you're acting like I was about to torture you." He smirks at me."Because it is basically fucking torture Jax! Touch me feet, and it's torture, I'm ticklish." One thing I can't stand is someone touching my fucking feet."So ticklin
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