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
Chase POVJax leans back in his chair, laughing. “Oh, come on. It’s the first time he’s actually allowed to do that with someone we’re all involved with. Usually, they pretend to date me, not him.”He’s not wrong. Blake usually handles the logistics and business side of things, while Jax is more social. I, on the other hand, tend to avoid the spotlight, preferring to keep to myself and tell people to fuck off when they ask questions. Jax is better at dealing with the press and managing our public image.The music suddenly cranks up a notch, maybe to drown out the whispers that are starting to circulate around the club. Jax leans in closer to me, his breath warm against my ear as he speaks over the noise. “You know how we’ve been worrying about how we’ll cope if she decides to leave?”I turn to face him, sensing the seriousness in his tone despite the loud environment. He smirked and leaned even closer, his mouth brushing my ear in what would look like an innocent conversation to anyon
Dhalia POVI’m not entirely sure how it happened. One minute, I was kissing Chase, and then a sudden wave of boldness washed over me—I thought I might try to take things further, half-expecting him to refuse, object, or push me away. After all, he constantly seemed reluctant to let me in.But he didn’t. Instead, he met my desire with his own, and now here I am, still resting against him, too tired and too satisfied to care about anything else at the moment.Chase shifts beneath me, gently adjusting my clothes and his, but he keeps me on his lap, holding me close as if he’s not ready to let go just yet. It’s only then that I notice the lights coming back on, casting a soft glow around us. The music has lowered as well, creating a quiet, almost intimate atmosphere. I peer up at Chase, curious and a bit dazed.He gives me a small, reassuring smile and leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “How do you feel about going back to work? If I can ensure you’re safe and that no one wi