Shopping

Dhalia

I leave with Jax to grab some things that I need. As we shop, I can't help but feel uneasy. Maybe we're not in my city, but that doesn't mean someone won't see me. I also hate that a reporter is trying to follow us.

Jax had a few guys block them, but there's a risk they will get a picture with me in it. Then what? At first, I didn't care, but now, I would rather Carl and my father not find out I'm alive.

I got clothes easily enough. Underwear is proving more difficult; Jax smirks whenever I pick up a set. I look at the strappy lingerie, and picking it up, I debate over it.

My eyes rise, and Jax is staring at me.

"You three are fucking weird," I say out loud, and he laughs.

"We're not weird."

Okay, he's right. Maybe not weird. "Fine, complicated."

He nods. "Chase is complicated and complicates things. It would be easier if we could be honest with who we are." He shrugs.

"I meant the fact you all fuck each other and then invite women in to join you as well to acquire a different