All Chapters of Accidentally Kidnapping The Don: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Blake POV We follow Chase into the room, and I’m pretty sure I already know what this conversation is going to be about. I sit down, waiting for them to do the same, bracing myself for what’s coming. Chase looks at Jax with a furrowed brow. “How freaked out was she?” Wait. That’s why he wanted to talk? I can see the worry in his eyes, the fear that whatever Jax did might have pushed Dhalia away. It’s a stark contrast to the way he used to be. Back then, when we brought other women in, he didn’t care if they freaked out over Jax’s behaviour. They were nothing more than temporary playthings, which I have come to realise. He only cared about ensuring they knew that talking about what happened violated the agreements they signed. But this time, it’s different. Dhalia is different. Jax looks at Chase, clearly offended. “She’s still here, isn’t she?” I thought Dhalia being here was a good thing, but it seems like every time we turn around, there’s another argument brewing, and it’s al

Dhalia POV Work has been going well, and this week has flown by. I’ve settled into a routine, and it’s made me realise how easy it would be to stay here with the guys. Yet, despite how comfortable things have become, I’m still torn. A part of me wants to stay, to embrace this new life I’ve found with them. But another part of me longs to get my old life back, to reclaim the independence I once had. If I were to go back to my apartment, I know I would still see them. I would spend time here and continue dating them, but the difference would be I would live alone. The idea of having space to myself again is a tempting thought, but it’s also a little scary. What if the distance changes things? “Dhalia!” Justin’s shout pulls me from my thoughts, and I make my way to his office. He’s been distant of late, rarely speaking to me, and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s angry with me. He said he was waiting for me, but I know better—he must have been with other women while I was gone. “H

Dhalia POV I wake up with a smile. Yesterday's memory is still fresh in my mind. It was a stressful day, but it ended perfectly—cooking with Blake, eating dinner together, and then cuddling between them in bed as we watched a movie. I must have fallen asleep quickly, feeling safe and content in their arms. Sometime during the night, I woke up and found them still asleep beside me. For a while, I had laid there, thinking about what I would gain from moving back into my apartment—if I even still had it. I haven’t checked, and honestly, there’s not much that apartment could offer me that I don’t already have here. Sure, I’d get some time to myself, but I know that if I told the guys I needed space, they would respect that and give it to me. Now, the bed is empty, and I remember that they said they would be leaving early for a meeting about tonight—a final run-through, they called it. As I sit up, I spot a note on the nightstand. Smiling, I reach for it. Of course, they’ve left a remi

Dhalia POV I sit quietly in the car, my mind spinning from the phone call with Keeley. I’m angry, confused, and more than a little stressed. Tomorrow night, when I see her, I’m going to demand some answers. I know for a fact that I sent her the pictures she asked for earlier today. But when she called, she claimed she didn’t have a single one in her files or on her device. If she’s lying to Justin to make me look bad because she’s scared, I’ll take her job. That’s one thing. But to mess with a case? That’s unforgivable. I can’t shake the feeling that this could ruin everything. The thought of that poor woman leaving court only to watch her abuser walk free because Keeley couldn’t find the evidence I provided makes my stomach turn. I can’t stop thinking about it, and it’s eating me up inside. “Are you okay?” Chase asks, smirking as he glances over at me. “You look like you’re having a full-blown argument with yourself, and the expressions are epic, Princess.” Forcing a smile, I no

Dhalia POV Jax is clearly annoyed, and I can sense the tension radiating off him as we continue to search for Carl. He started off slow and methodical, but now it’s obvious he realises we’re running out of time. We’ve found the others, the ones who hurt me, but Carl… Carl is hiding well. Each of the ones we’ve found so far was wearing a mask that matched theirs, a clear indication they were aware of what was going to happen. “He’s not wearing white.” Chase’s words cut through the silence, drawing my attention. I look at him, trying to understand. “They knew, whether by talking to each other or someone else. Somehow, he’s got a black overall on. What numbers were there in the hunters?” Chase continues. Jax sighs, seeming to realise Chase is right. “Thirty-seven. So, we’re looking for someone with thirty-eight or higher.” As we continue to move through the building, Jax starts stopping everyone, not just checking their numbers, but insisting they raise their masks. The faces of th