All Chapters of Accidentally Kidnapping The Don: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jax POVI cradle Dhalia in my arms as the car glides through the softly lit streets, the city outside a blur of shadows and fleeting lights. I'm not sure what I had expected tonight, but it certainly wasn't this. The entire time, I was convinced she would say her safe word, bolt, and never look back—just like everyone else had done before her.But here she is, clinging to me like I’m her anchor in a storm. It’s as if what just happened didn’t terrify her, didn’t make her question my sanity. We sit in silence, both awake yet enveloped in our own thoughts. I don’t care what anyone says—she’s not the type to exploit us for a story or money. There’s no evidence, just strange coincidences.My fingers absentmindedly trace patterns along her back, and she nestles even closer, her warmth pressing into me. But then, the thought creeps in, uninvited and unsettling: What if? What if she really is working to sell a story about us? After hearing everything, seeing everything, would she really do t

Dhalia POVI get in the car and am driven into the city, trying to keep my thoughts steady. This morning, before anyone else had woken up, I made countless phone calls, desperately searching for a place that could see me today. It took a while, but I finally found somewhere that had time for me.As I step out of the car, I thank the driver and start walking, the early morning air sharp against my skin. My phone rings, and I answer without hesitation. “Hey, Keeley,” I say, already feeling a sense of determination settle over me. Tonight, I’m getting the answers I need.“Just calling to see what you’re up to?” she asks, her tone light and casual.“Currently shopping, but then I’m heading over to Bound In Ink,” I reply, and she laughs on the other end of the line.“What? Why are you going there?” she asks, amusement lacing her words.“For a tattoo, why else?” I laugh along with her, but there’s a knot in my stomach that doesn’t loosen.“What time are you getting there? I might meet you,”

Dhalia POVI don’t move. I just sit there, staring at Keeley, my mind reeling, unable to comprehend what she’s saying. “You’re lying,” I manage to choke out, my voice trembling. “We’ve known each other since I was like four!”My mind races to make sense of it all. How could my stepdad have paid her to be my friend at such a young age? It doesn’t add up.Keeley rolls her eyes, her expression almost bored. “Your parents were friends with mine, Dhalia. That’s the only reason we even played together. I never really wanted to be your friend. By the time I was eleven, I wanted to live my own life, without you tagging along. But then your stepdad wasn’t happy after… well after you killed your own sister. So he paid me to stay close to you. I was young, but I knew the money was worth it.”Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I’m at a loss for how to respond. My mind is battling a storm of emotions—confusion, anger, betrayal. “Fine,” I finally say, my voice shaky. “So he paid you to be my

Chase POVJax is struggling, and it’s clear to everyone. The pictures were the final nail in the coffin, undeniable proof that she was the one who betrayed us. She’s the only one with access to those moments, the only one who could walk into our rooms and take them. As much as Jax doesn’t want to believe it, he has no choice. We wanted evidence, and now we have it. Yet, despite everything, we’re still holding out hope, still struggling to believe that she could do this to us.That’s why I’m sitting here with this file open in front of me. Blake has her laptop in front of him. I remember the day she panicked and left the file on her bed. Later, I found it hidden under her mattress. Now, it feels like a bomb waiting to go off, and neither Blake nor I want to be the one to pull the pin. We’re just staring at it as if by not touching it, we can keep the truth at bay a little longer.“Fuck’s sake!” Jax suddenly shouts, yanking the file from my hands. He starts rifling through it, throwing

Dhalia POVI know I need to apologise to them. After last night—after Keeley, Rose, and everything they said—I built a wall around myself and buried all my emotions deep inside, hiding behind a facade. It wasn’t until I saw Jax’s face, the worry etched in every line, that I realised how cold I’d been toward them. The fear in his eyes that he had somehow hurt me made me see just how far I’d pulled away.Part of me doesn’t even want to go to the launch tonight. I want to hide away and disappear into the shadows. Every time I try to feel a shred of happiness, Rose’s words come back to haunt me, ripping apart any sense of worth I have left. I glance through my bags, trying to focus on something—anything—else. I choose the smallest one. It fits my new phone, but that’s it.Honestly, I shouldn’t even need my old phone. I won’t need any of the numbers on it, won’t need access to my bank. The new phone, with only their numbers in it, feels like a lifeline I’m clinging to. Even though I’m terr