All Chapters of Accidentally Kidnapping The Don: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chase POV"Sweetness, what was your plan? You let us fuck you, made out like you were a free woman. What? Then, you just go back to dating Justin?" Jax's voice softens, and I get what he's doing. Us shouting at her and hating her won't help."Keeley had mentioned him, and I will tell you what I told her. I honestly forgot about him. It's been nearly a month since I saw him. I told her I was breaking it off with Justin; whatever we had had gone, I knew it had. I just kept seeing him because it was the only part of my life from before I still had control over."She didn't have control over that part of her life; he still did."Look, to us, this wasn't something fun, Angel. We let you into our lives and accepted that we wanted you to stay part of it. We need to know what your plan is." Blake looks at her, and there is so much hope in his eyes."Think about it, we should leave." Right now, we can't sit here and discuss it. I stand and walk out, hearing them following. Getting in the car,

Dhalia POVI see someone move and notice it's Jax. Chase and Blake are trying to hold him back, and my stepdad continues to talk. I can't hear his words.All I can hear is their laughter that night; I fight back the sickness and see Jax break free of their holds. I can't let him lose himself. Moving, I step in front of him, but he's looking past me and pushes me backwards as he continues on his path to my stepdad.Wrapping my arms around his neck, I whisper to him. "Jax, come back to me, please. Don't leave me; I need you." I feel his body still, and I stay clung to him. "I don't feel good," I whisper and feel his arms wrap around me. I think I might actually throw up. I stay pressed against his chest, trying to come back to the present, but it's a struggle.I hear talking around me and feel my body being moved, and I stay clung to him. My face is trying to hide in his chest to get rid of the images and sounds from before."Sweetness, you need to focus on something here and now. You'r

Blake POVGetting back, I watch as Dhalia walks to her room and locks the door."She's not allowed to hide away," Jax looks at us."She may need time, Jax; she found out that her stepdad had never stopped doing that to her." Anyone would need time alone.Jax nods and looks towards her door. "Right, but for a few days, she shouldn't be left alone. It's when everything will be at its worst. All I'm saying is someone needs to sit with her and stop her from overthinking it all.""Well, I'm busy," Chase turns and walks off quickly.As much as I think Jax is the one to help her right now, he and Chase need to talk. "I'll speak to her; you see Chase, he's feeling abandoned," I laugh and walk off. Knocking on her door, I wait.She doesn't answer, and there's no sound of movement, so I knock again. "Dhalia, all I want is to talk."Waiting here, I hear her moving, and then the door unlocks. Stepping in, I walk to her bed and sit beside her. "Today was hard, wasn't it?" I smile at her.Her eyes

Dhalia POV"Now look back at how you felt, how you looked physically, was it healthy, is it worth going back to just to stop the hateful comments?" His words have me pausing and considering it.He won't understand, though. "It's easy to say it and do it, Blake. I was always small. Men were always interested, and women as well. As soon as I put weight on, it became a different story."He laughs and looks at me. "Nine times out of ten, the man who is looking at you and laughing with his friends saying he would never touch you. He would, he is simply too damn scared to admit it." He sighs loudly. "It's a minority of men who find plus-size women repulsive. Most don't care about your size; many actually prefer a plus size woman; they just don't say it."He seems so confident in his words. "How can you be sure?" I ask."Because it's the same with women. You see the women sharing videos and pictures of men who look like us. Perfect, toned, and everything. Many have a man at home with a dad b

Chase POVHer expression shifts slightly, curiosity mixing with uncertainty. “Well, how does it work? What will I do? That might help me figure out if I can handle it,” Dahlia says, her voice steady despite the underlying concern.I nod, gesturing to her plate. “Eat,” I tell her, and she does, picking up her fork. I turn to Blake, who seems to be hoping he can somehow avoid eating. He sighs heavily, resigning himself, and starts eating again.“So, here’s how it goes,” I begin, my voice flat, devoid of emotion, because that’s how you have to approach it. “The prey are dressed in specific outfits, and they’re released with a five-minute head start to hide. After those five minutes are up, the hunters begin searching. The rules are simple: the hunters don’t have to kill the prey. They can just torment and torture them. But even if the prey survives being found once, it doesn’t mean they’ll live. If they’re found again, it could mean death.”The words spill out, cold and detached, because