Sick For Them

Shopping

Dhalia

I leave with Jax to grab some things that I need. As we shop, I can't help but feel uneasy. Maybe we're not in my city, but that doesn't mean someone won't see me. I also hate that a reporter is trying to follow us.

Jax had a few guys block them, but there's a risk they will get a picture with me in it. Then what? At first, I didn't care, but now, I would rather Carl and my father not find out I'm alive.

I got clothes easily enough. Underwear is proving more difficult; Jax smirks whenever I pick up a set. I look at the strappy lingerie, and picking it up, I debate over it.

My eyes rise, and Jax is staring at me.

"You three are f*****g weird," I say out loud, and he laughs.

"We're not weird."

Okay, he's right. Maybe not weird. "Fine, complicated."

He nods. "Chase is complicated and complicates things. It would be easier if we could be honest with who we are." He shrugs.

"I meant the fact you all f**k each other and then invite women in to join you as well to acquire a different taste every now and then."

He laughs at my words. "We don't f**k each other." My eyes roll, and I look at him. "Both me and Chase are tops, it's rare I'm the one getting f****d, even more rare for Chase to be."

"So you two f**k Blake, and he never gives back?"

"We don't want him to. Blake is more a receiver than the giver, more submissive than dominate." He shrugs, takes the lingerie from my hand, and places it in the basket.

"Do I not get a choice?" I ask, and he nods.

"You get a choice of how I take it off you later."

I laugh at his words. "Are they okay with that? With you just chatting me up and wanting to strip and f**k me? You're in a relationship. So it's cheating."

"Other guys that's cheating. Women, no. We often f**k women alone or together. We don't need to tell each other or get approval."

"So it's like an open relationship if it's with women, but closed if it's a guy?" Makes total sense. I laugh slightly and pick up another set. I don't even get to consider it before he takes it and places it in the basket.

I guess I'm getting that set as well.

"I've yet to find another guy I feel even remotely into, same with Blake and Chase." He walks forward, and I follow.

"How did it start?" I ask, and he looks over his shoulder at me. "You and them, how did it start?

"Started with me and Blake." He explains before picking up a lingerie set and placing it in the basket. I guess I don't get a choice in these sets. "We had always been close; we were drunk, and I don't know how it happened. It just did. Chase freaked out over it, but every time he saw me and Blake together, I could see the interest and want in his eyes."

Chase is a mean guy; he seems like a hard one to break open.

"I pissed him off, taunted him about how he wishes it was him. I told him he was jealous, and it pushed him through the fear of what others will think, and he f****d me. Then he turned cold and ran, so I kept doing it until he stopped denying it."

He stops by the counter and turns to face me. "Chase was brought up believing it was wrong, that having any relationship like that with a guy would destroy your life. His dad was ruthless, and Chase felt he had to follow his steps. He took over his father's position in the mafia, and we joined him."

I can understand Chase's fears. "So he's the Don?" I ask, and he nods.

"Yeah, which is why he has such a hard time getting over the stigma of it." He pays and guides me out. Sitting in the car, I consider what he said.

"Look, Chase isn't evil; he just doesn't trust easily."

I nod in understanding; getting back, we walk in, and I hear noises.

"Sounds like Chase is teaching Blake a lesson," he chuckles and opens the door.

"Erm...Are you sure it's safe for me to go in there?" I can hear someone gagging, and I'm sure whatever is happening in that room isn't R-rated, either.

"Are you going to sit outside the door and wait?" He smirks, and I sigh, following him through the door. I get ready to see Blake on his knees, but I'm taken aback by the sight.

Blake is relaxed back, one hand in Chase's hair, the other on the nap of his neck. His hips are thrusting hard and fast, causing Chase to gag. I've never seen two guys before, but this is hot.

"We should probably leave them to it," I whisper to Jax, but he stops me.

"Oh, hell no. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Chase been dominated by Blake? Never happens; I'm watching everything," he grins, and I stand awkwardly, watching them.

I can't deny it; seeing them is hot and a turn-on. The way Blake swears and grunts, the 'Mmm' sounds Chase makes all of it makes me wet.

I don't move even after they finish, and Blake is apologising for his force. Jax brings them back to reality, and Chase rushes off and disappears.

"Have fun shopping?" Blake's words have me turning to look at him. He's stood now, his trousers fastened, and if I hadn't walked in and seen all that right now, I wouldn't have a clue it had happened.

"Oh, she got some great things," Jax winks at me, and I laugh.

"Half of which I have no idea if I like, as you just picked it up and bought it," I remind him, and he nods.

"Trust me, they will look great on your body or my floor," he flirts and smiles at me. "You can't tell me seeing that didn't turn you on 'cause it sure as s**t did with me."

Rolling my eyes, I take the bags from his hands.

"Think that's her saying 'f**k off', don't you?" Blake chuckles and walks into the kitchen area. Jax follows him and pushes his body against Blake's back.

"Did you enjoy your day?" Jax asks before biting against Blake's ear.

"f**k off, Jax," Blake pushes him back, and Jax laughs.

"I will if you join me." Jax's hand wraps around and grips Blake's c**k. "Seeing you two then just made me so damn hard."

Okay, I need to escape. "I'm guessing that the room I slept in last night is where I'm staying, and I can unpack in it?" I wait, and Jax looks over his shoulder and smiles.

"For tonight, sure," he winks, and I nod. "Be back in half an hour for food."

All I do is nod, and Jax is already facing Blake and grinding against his arse. Walking through, I go into the room where I'm sleeping.

I begin to unpack the things we bought before picking a set of lingerie and a dress. Walking through, I shower, still unsure and confused as to how I ended up here—living with the mafia.

Getting dried and dressed, I walk out and see Blake cooking. He looks happy, happier than he has since I got here. Then again, Chase leans into him and whispers in his ear. His hands have a tight hold on Blake's hips.

It's almost sweet to see. He is leaning over Blake and whispering into his ear. Both are smiling like they don't care who sees or watches. I know, though, that isn't Chase. I walk back to my room silently and open the door before ensuring I close it loudly so they know I'm coming.

Walking back through, sure enough, Chase has moved, and Blake is back to looking frustrated. I sit at the table, and neither of them speaks. Jax isn't here, which is strange. We begin eating in silence, and I hear footsteps. I don't bother turning; I know it will be Jax.

"Sorted it," his voice comes from next to me as he sits.

"Good, we have a new plan." Chase now looks at me. "We never took you. We had another issue to deal with, and we've messaged Carl to ask when the next best time to take you is.

Wait, I stare at them. "How does that help? He will start calling me and get my dad to find me." That makes everything worse.

"Well, us taking you means he expects us to use you for revenge. This way means there are no expectations on us." Chase shrugs.

"But there is on me, I need to return. I need to go back and lie about where I was and why I never showed up for our wedding. Thanks!" I shout and throw down the fork. They made everything worse. "You may as well have killed me; it would be less torture."

"Woah, we're not sending you back or letting you answer your phone. To them, you disappeared; I wouldn't f*****g be so cruel." Chase looks at me, and I nod.

"I'm sorry, but the reality of returning after not showing up for the wedding is worse than death."

A phone rings, and I watch Chase take it out of his pocket. He puts it on the table before putting his finger over his mouth and hitting a button on it.

"Carl, I am assuming you got my update?" Chase speaks, and I wait.

"What the hell do you mean you were delayed and never picked her up? She didn't attend the wedding, so you must have." Carl shouts.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Chase growls.

"No! s**t, no. If you didn't get her, then where is she? She vanished last night and didn't show up. I thought that meant the plan went ahead?"

"You see, Carl, we were still looking into it. The man isn't her real dad, so we had doubts about if he would hand over our item to get her back."

I am waiting to hear Carl's reply to Chase. What is he going to say now?

"He will believe me. It's his only daughter, the only thing he has left of his wife. It might not be his biologically, but he loves it."

It? I stand, and Blake stops me. It? He keeps calling me an it!

"Well, that is one issue, Carl. The next one is that we have no proof he took it, only that you did." Chase leans over the table and closer to the phone. We also can't find a reason why he would want it or take it. So, let me ask again: Do you have it?"

The room goes silent. I doubt he will admit to taking whatever it is; I should really ask about that.

"No, I told you. I haven't." Carl's words have Chase sighing.

"Such a bad choice there, Carl. I look forward to our meeting."

"Meeting? What meeting, Chase? I have no meeting planned." Carl's panicked voice proves he is worried.

"You've heard of The Hunger Games. The film, the books and such?" Chase asks, and I hear Carl coughing.

"Right, what's that got to do with a meeting?"

"You will see, Carl. That lie just got you onto an exclusive list for an event. Good Luck; you're going to need it." Chase ends the call without giving Carl a chance to reply.

"I'm gonna love f*****g hunting him." Jax laughs and relaxes into his chair.

"Hunting? What the f**k does all that mean?" I looked at them, and they seemed to have forgotten I was there. Well, I am, and now I need this explaining to me.