DemiWaking up, everything floods through me. Hate began to build at how reckless and stupid I was. I overreacted far more than I ever have before.For a change, I feel disappointed in myself. Groaning, I pull the cover over my head and try to hide away. Maybe later, I will come back to reality, but right now, I'm not ready to face it.I feel his fingers run down my spine."Morning Doll," he whispers, pulling the blanket from covering my head before kissing my neck.His forgiveness makes me feel worse. I don't deserve it. I feel him grip me and roll me over before he climbs onto me and peers into my eyes."I was hoping you would be back to your usual self when you woke," his head tilts slightly before he kisses me, and I push him away."You should hate me," I reply, knowing that he should. "You shouldn't want to share a bed with me, let alone touch me after I slept with a random guy." He's too fucking good for me."Doll, if you were in any stable state hours ago when I came to your pa
DemiI get ready and walk down. Finding my bag, I take out my phone. I want to do something for Demitri, but I'm not sure what I can do.After how bad I was, I wanted to prove to him that I did love him, and the other night was just one big messed-up situation.Staring at the phone, I consider it."Demi," I turn and see Cisco walking over. He sits and faces me."You can tell me off. I deserve it," I whisper, and he laughs."I trust my son to deal with it in the way he thinks is best. It's his relationship, and I know he can deal with the issues himself without coming to me for advice."Well, at least he doesn't want to tell me off and shout at me."You're quiet. Are you okay?" he asks, and I nod."Yeah, I just feel lost," I sigh. "I want to prove to him that this isn't just fun and that I value it and him. I want to prove I love him, but I'm not sure how. Women, you can give them a puppy, and it helps." I shrug slightly."Yeah, I doubt a puppy would help in your situation," he smirks
DemitriI get lost in kissing her. I've missed her fire and fight, and I felt like I was about to lose that side of her. So seeing her wanting to kill my staff makes me want to fuck her.She pushes me back and breaks away from the kiss. So I pout at her and sulk."Behave, are you really going to pretend like she didn't say that?" She looks at me.I'm not pretending anything. I will deal with Anne later."I don't want to ruin our time together by complaining about her acting up," I shrug slightly. Anne can wait; she's not important right now."I didn't mean that. You know what I meant," she looks at me.What did she mean? "I'm confused, Doll; what are you talking about?" I laugh slightly."Her mentioning my plan to propose!" She throws her arms in the air."Wait, she wasn't lying?" I thought that was a joke. Was that actually the truth and the reason behind all of this? Shit. I stare at her, trying to process what to say."I assumed she was joking," I whisper, and she shakes her head.
DemiIt's been six months. As we approached today, I became more worried and anxious. I asked him to marry me, and he agreed.I've taken over the company, but I put Yas in the lead. I've stepped back from the business more and more and slowly pushed myself into Demitri's world. I happily stand by his side through his work, regardless of how messy, scary or bloody it gets.Demitri told me he already had a plan for the wedding, so I let him decide, which is why I'm here. I stood behind a bit of white screen on the beach as Yas fixed my hair.Kalanggaman Island Beach isn't one I had ever heard of. It's small and private, and Demitri has done an amazing job getting everything here for today and ensuring it's private and only us—well, us and our family.Standing, I look between everyone and feel scared."You can't say no now," my mum laughs. "Your face says you're planning to run. His idea to do it on an island is good, you have no where to run," she laughs and I nod."I'm not running," I'
Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For ThemIt is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.
Dhalia POVWith the final touch on, I smile. I’m ready. No matter what tonight holds, I will enjoy and embrace the entire situation. Then, I get drunk and hope I’m too hungover to care about tomorrow.“We’re going to be drunk before we even get there!” Sarah laughs, and she isn’t wrong. According to April, my hen night is planned to the T. We have drinks here and get ready, then, well, they leave me here and go to the next place.I’m getting taken thereafter Carl has given me my surprise.“So, who knows my surprise?” I ask, and they laugh.“Oh, it will be amazing. From what I hear, it includes naked men,” April laughs. “He wants to make tonight one for you to remember, so we’ve got to leave, and then his plan is in motion,” April explains. Excitement buzzes through me, and I bite down on my lip.“Okay, see you at the club after you get your surprise,” Sarah kisses my cheek, and I watch them leave. God, I’m already drunk. Standing in the apartment, I try to calm myself down by drinking
Dhalia POVSitting, I smile at them all.“Look, Angel, I’m not sure what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. This isn’t part of your hen night,” Blake leans down in front of me.“You say that, but Carl even replied to me while I was outside, so you can stop the act now,” I bite my lip.“We need a video,” the grumpy guy pushes past.“A video I can do. What sort?” I smile at him, and his eyes widen.“Chase,” Blake snaps, and he turns to look back at me. “Look, we need you to make your daddy aware that we want the money,” Blake steps forward and pushes Chase away.He holds out his phone.“Something like, ‘Please help me, save me.’ Right?” I smile at Blake.“Yeah, but more serious.” He mutters and holds the phone up. “You tell him we want the item or a million to cover its worth. If he doesn’t send it quick enough, you’re getting hurt,” Blake’s words are vicious as he leans into my face.Heat floods through me. I’m unsure why Carl would set up this, but I think it’s fun either
Chase POVWe walk away from her to talk. This entire situation is fucked up. So much for it being quick, easy and straightforward. She’s a fucking crazed one, mocking us and begging in a way that is saying don’t save me. She’s drunk. She wasn’t meant to be drunk.“So now what? If we don’t use her to get it back, we look weak. But if what she said is true, we’re not getting it, they will happily take her back in pieces,” I don’t like this. He used us to solve his fucking problem.“We can’t send her back,” Blake argues. I know that he’s right. It won’t look good. We need to find some use for her, so it seems like we did more than bring her here for a quick holiday.“Got to agree with Blake. Carl used us to escape her. We throw her out. What’s to stop him from hurting her?” Jax looks at me.“Are you joking? Who gives a shit if he hurts her. This isn’t on us; the only reason I agree to her staying is so we don’t look weak.” I argue, and Blake grabs the back of my neck.“You need to calm d
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