Dhalia POVThe bathroom is a disaster. It looks like someone used it as a kennel for a wild animal. It takes me half an hour, but I finally get it clean enough to remove the cloth from my face. The smell is gone, and the bathroom is almost unrecognisable. I don’t know who stayed here, but they were either deeply troubled or just plain cruel.“Well, shit,” the man says, leaning against the doorframe. "Sorry, no pun intended. It looks like you get to keep the job. Payment comes at the end of the week. No advances, no using the resources. If I catch you stealing, you’re gone without pay. If I catch you trying to shower or wash up, the same. You start every morning at ten.”He leaves, and I continue cleaning the rooms. None of them are as bad as the first, though one is covered in vomit. By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted, my muscles screaming in protest. But I did it. I kept the job.When I walk back to the front desk, the man shakes his head. “Don’t ask,” he says gruffly. “I don’t give
Jax POVI didn’t sleep last night. We drove around the city for hours, checking every corner, every place she might have gone. But we didn’t find her. We returned to the house multiple times, hoping she’d somehow turn up, but nothing. The worst part is, I have no idea if she’s even in this city or if she’s gone back to the one where she used to live.We’ve sent out messages to everyone we know, asking them to let us know if they see her, but so far, there’s been no response. I’m scared as hell that she’s hurt, or worse, lying somewhere cold and alone. While I’ve been obsessing over finding Dhalia, Chase has been piecing together what really happened, but right now, I don’t care.I don’t care that Keeley and Liam worked together to set her up and ensure she met with him under the pretence of legal representation. She had no idea what was really going on. None of that matters. What matters is what she was already dealing with and how we completely failed her when she needed us most.Cha
Jax POVI return and hold the cash out to her.“There, cash. No trail. You’ll know I didn’t track you,” I say, praying she’ll take it. She shakes her head. “Why won’t you just take it and let us help?”“Help?” She stands and glares at me, the pain in her eyes making my heart ache. “You mean like the other day? How you helped humiliate me? How you helped give Keeley some epic fucking pictures to go with her story about me? If you want to help, leave and never come back.”“Just take the money,” I beg, desperate to know she at least has something to get by on.She snatches the money from my hands, but instead of pocketing it, she storms into the bathroom, throws the bills into the toilet, and flushes them away. “Fine, what do you want?” I yell, my voice echoing off the tile.“For you three to never fucking exist,” she says, her words hitting me like a punch to the gut. “For me to go back and have never met, I would actually fucking rather live with Carl or my stepdad than you three. I wa
Dhalia POVThis week has been nothing short of painful. The day after they found me, the gifts started arriving—a stupid amount of them. Each one was from Jax, each one begging for my forgiveness. But I couldn’t. I sent every single one back, refusing to even look at them. By the third day, they stopped coming to beg in person, though Jax still sent gifts. By day five, Blake showed up, pleading with me to come back because Jax wasn’t coping.Each time they ask, it gets harder and harder to refuse. They even brought my things from their place, but I wanted to burn it all. Everything I owned, everything I had, basically came from them. When they kidnapped me, I had nothing. No matter how much I wanted to watch it all burn, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Yesterday, they found out I was staying at the church’s shelter, but so far, none of them have shown up here. It’s a relief; I don’t fancy arguing with them in a church.But I’m worn out. Every time I see them, it hurts all over again
Dhalia POV“Sometimes, I hate you,” I mutter.He laughs softly. “Just ask yourself, if you thought they were using you and planning to betray you, by telling the world your demons, what would you have done?”“I admit I would have run, locked them out,” I say, the truth settling uncomfortably in my chest. “But I wouldn’t have torn them down in public or ridiculed them.”“But you wouldn’t have spoken to them,” he points out gently. “So how can you hate them for acting and not speaking to you? If you want my advice, go see them. Don’t give in, don’t open yourself up completely. Don’t forgive them just yet. But listen. Give them time to explain, and then tell them how you felt—tell them everything. Then decide where to go from there. At least then, if you walk away, you’ll know you’re not going to regret it.”He smiles at me and leaves, giving me space to think. I really hate that man sometimes. We’ve talked a lot these past few days, especially after he saw the newspaper article and I en
Chase POVI’ve barely spoken. Jax and Blake have been doing most of the talking. Me? I’ve sat quietly, listening and watching everything unfold. I accept that I don’t deserve her, and I don’t deserve for her to even listen to me. I caused all of this. At first, I refused to believe she would do it, but then I reverted to my usual self and didn’t want to look any deeper.Jax and Blake had no idea how far I planned to go that day, and since then, neither of them has really spoken to me. I don’t blame them. The fact is, I locked myself down as soon as I saw the pictures. I built up the walls she had worked so hard to break down and switched everything off.I didn’t see Jax or Blake. I didn’t see how they were hurting. I just bulldozed in and screwed up everything. Only this time, I was wrong. This time, I hurt them more than the threat would have.So, I can’t speak because I have no idea where the hell to start. Other than to defend Blake and Jax, which she doesn’t want, but that’s my in
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