All Chapters of Accidentally Kidnapping The Don: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dhalia POVThe whole strip poker idea was supposed to be my golden ticket to tantalise and tease, but it seems to have fizzled out spectacularly. I’m beginning to wonder if they’re unfazed by me sitting here utterly naked because maybe, just maybe, they’re not all that interested in women. It’s an amusing thought but unlikely—they have impressively stoic poker faces.And here I am, entirely nude because I kept losing hand after dismal hand. If I had known about their poker ability, I would have steered clear of suggesting this game.Blake is down to his boxers, somehow maintaining his composure. Chase is slightly more clothed, left in his boxers and socks, a sight that somehow adds a humorous touch to his usually imposing demeanour. Jax, in a bizarre twist of strategy, decided to shed his trousers and boxers first, leaving him oddly dressed in socks, a shirt, and a jacket. The sight of him getting up to fetch something, half-dressed like that, never fails to send me into fits of laugh

Chase POVI stare at Jax. His sexy-as-fuck mouth trails up my neck. His hand grips my cock, giving it one hard tug before his hand slides lower, his fingers stroke over my ass. "Let me fuck you, Chase, just this one.""No," I growl, and I try to push him away. He stays unmoving, and his mouth teases my neck, before reaching my ear."Why not? You fuck me and Blake, I let Blake fuck me sometimes, so why not?" His words are soft against my ear.He doesn't understand, and he needs to drop it and forget this quest to get me to give in. His mouth bites against my ear and I groan. "I saw you Chase. Yeah watching us together was hot. You focused on me, Blake."Shit. I didn't think he realised. My head shakes in denial."You think I haven't noticed? I see the interest and lust in your eyes when you consider how it feels." I hear the snap of the bottle head. My head shakes at his words. "You did it tonight, watched Blake and wondered just how amazing that would feel." His words end, and I feel

DhaliaBlake left in the midst of a quiet morning. He said goodbye with a quick kiss and a brief mention of a meeting. Left to the rhythm of my own thoughts, I started cooking, only for Jax to insist I sit down instead. We stayed in a strained silence; my mind was tangled up in the events of last night.Watching Chase and Jax together had been an intense experience, different from anything before. But then everything shifted—Chase became defensive, pushed Jax away, and fled. The sound of doors slamming and Chase’s distant scream had punctured the tense quiet of the house.I had the urge to go to him, to see if I could offer some comfort, but Jax advised against it, saying that Chase was too raw and might lash out. It was clear the confrontation wounded Jax deeply; the hurt was unmistakable in his eyes, a reflection of his confusion and pain caused by Chase’s abrupt shift.Throughout what happened, Chase had an arm around Jax, not in rejection or resistance, but rather holding him clos

Jax POV. I ran out and have been claiming I need to work as my alibi to get away from Chase. The remorse is gnawing at me; declaring I was done felt harsh and impulsive. All day, his look of sheer terror has haunted me. That raw fear in his eyes after my words—it’s all I can focus on.I know why I walked away. My words were aimed at hurting him back, a petty jab born out of frustration and pain, knowing it would only escalate our conflict. Now, I find myself lingering outside Blake's room for hours, using his meeting as a pretext to hide my reluctance to face what I’ve done.As the door opens and people walk out, I take a deep breath and step inside. Blake greets me with a smile that fades as he reads my expression. He pauses mid-step, a resigned sigh escaping him. “How bad this time?”“Worse than ever,” I admit, the weight of the situation settling over me as I collapse into a seat. Blake joins me, his presence a silent support.“It can’t be that bad, Jax,” he probes gently.But it

Blake POVAs I finish getting ready, my thoughts wander to what will happen in a week. She’ll be safe, free to make her own choices. But the nagging question remains. Will she choose to leave us? Once dressed, I walk through the house to her room. I'm not sure why I'm eager to see her again.Stepping inside, I hear the shower running and decide to wait on her bed, listening as the water stops moments later. She emerges wrapped in a towel, her presence filling the room.She pauses, a smile lighting up her face when she sees me. “Yes?”“Nothing. I figured I would watch you get ready,” I shrug nonchalantly, though my interest is more than casual. I want to be part of her routine, to share even these simple moments.She smirked at my response and nodded, then moved to the vanity table. It’s a new addition, one I suggested knowing it would make her mornings easier. They all agreed, and I arranged for its delivery, a surprise I hoped she’d appreciate.I watch as she brushes her hair, settin