Sick For Them

The Reason

Dhalia POV

Sitting, I smile at them all.

“Look, Angel, I’m not sure what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. This isn’t part of your hen night,” Blake leans down in front of me.

“You say that, but Carl even replied to me while I was outside, so you can stop the act now,” I bite my lip.

“We need a video,” the grumpy guy pushes past.

“A video I can do. What sort?” I smile at him, and his eyes widen.

“Chase,” Blake snaps, and he turns to look back at me. “Look, we need you to make your daddy aware that we want the money,” Blake steps forward and pushes Chase away.

He holds out his phone.

“Something like, ‘Please help me, save me.’ Right?” I smile at Blake.

“Yeah, but more serious.” He mutters and holds the phone up. “You tell him we want the item or a million to cover its worth. If he doesn’t send it quick enough, you’re getting hurt,” Blake’s words are vicious as he leans into my face.

Heat floods through me. I’m unsure why Carl would set up this, but I think it’s fun either way. Blake steps back, holds the phone up, and nods to me.

“Please,” I say in a sweet voice. “These three very hot and dreamy men will hurt me-“

“Stop!” Chase glares at me. “Take it seriously,” his words growl, and hell, I will take him seriously if he speaks like that. I laugh slightly. Blake nods at me.

“They want the item or one million, or they are threatening me with a good time of hurting me. Save me, Daddy,” I wink at them, and Blake groans.

“Why do you think this is a joke?” Jax looks at me with an amused expression.

“Well, because it’s my hen night. The girls said they planned something different and fun for me before I go the club and that Carl agreed and helped. April was kidnapped and had a sexy lap dance for her Hen night. Here I am now. So, who is stripping?” I hear Blake laughing.

“Just do it properly,” Chase growls at me and snatches the phone. He holds it up. “We have your daughter, and I won’t waste a second hesitating to cut her apart,” his words are vicious. “Tell him, princess.”

“Help me, Daddy, oh no, help me,” I mock, and he glares.

“This is so f*ck*d *p sweetness. You’re f*ck*ng drunk.” Blake kneels in front of me. His fingers grasp my chin, pushing into my skin. “Carl sold you out to us for immunity. Now be a good girl, do the video for real, and make your daddy aware that we want the item back.” Blake’s eyes focus on mine.

I glance around and take everything in. Okay, maybe I am missing something right now. All three are watching me closely. I thought I was in a room in the back of the club. Perhaps I’m not?

“You said my Carl and my dad?” I ask and look towards them.

Jax nods. “That’s what you heard, sweetness,” his words are smooth.

“Explain it to me,” I say, feeling more annoyed.

“Something was stolen from us, and we traced it back to your apartment. Carl said it was your dad, and he said your dad will do anything to get you.” Blake’s words have me laughing. Is that a joke?

“He said to do it tonight as it’s guaranteed your dad will pay and get you to the wedding on time,” Jax explains, and they are fools. Total f*ck*ng fools.

“Carl played you,” I explain. He wanted his ticket out of this marriage, and he found it and f*ck*ng quickly. Just in time for the wedding, it seems ideal that he told them to do it tonight.

“Played how sweetness?” Blake asks and crouches down ahead of me.

“He’s not my dad,” I mutter. Which I am so thankful for.

“What do you mean he’s not your dad? We’ve checked. He signed when you were born and everything,” Jax looks at me like he thinks I’m lying.

“He’s not my dad. I found out when I turned eighteen, so ask him. He was the one who told me,” I explain.

“You sure he didn’t just lie to you?” Blake asks.

“Yeah, he lied about not being my dad just to proposition me with s*x; he’s not my dad,” I snap, and all three stare at me.

“But he will give us back the item or money for you, right?” Chase asks, and my head shakes.

“No. He wanted to use me in any way he could. The arranged marriage between Carl and me allowed Carl’s family to sign a deal with him. Carl loved the idea at first until Brandy showed up. If you ask me, Carl took whatever you lost and is pointing towards my as*h*l* stepdad because he knows he won’t help. You just solved his issue for him.”

I don’t blame them. Carl has been trying to figure out how to get out of this arranged marriage for some time now. He’s just figured it out. My head falls back, and I groan.

“Such a great f*ck*ng Hen night,” I mutter to myself. “a*sh*l*, could he not have told you to take me in the morning. That way, I at least get a f*ck*ng party before I die.” I swear down, I hate him.

“You’re not dying,” Blake’s words have me look at him. “Just sit nice and give us a minute,” he says, and I watch them walk away. Standing together, they talk. I watch as Blake places his hand on the back of Chase’s neck and pulls me closer. Chase pushes my back and glares before turning to me.

I can’t hear them, but Blake looks upset. They are arguing, and Blake turns and storms out. I saw that touch. It wasn’t innocent, so are they gay? Jax and Chase are now arguing with each other. Jax storms out, and I watch Chase turn to face me. If anyone out of these three will kill me. It’s this guy.

Even I know that. He is grumpy, glares a lot and is honestly scary as f*ck. Then again, I’m five foot four, and he’s like seven foot. Anyone his size is creepy to me. He pulls a chair over and sits in front of me. His ankles cross over each other.

“Who are you, Dhalia?”

His question has me pausing and trying to work out the answer. I’ve no idea who I am, and that’s a hard reality right now. I lost myself years ago. I put everything I was in a box, taped it up, and threw it into the sea. I said goodbye to myself and had no idea how to answer his question.

“You’re struggling to work that out there, aren’t you?” His question causes me to nod.

Of course I am. I’m lost in everything right now. I’m kidnapped. It was all fun and games to start with. I hate that. I hate that I laughed, joked, and turned the entire thing into a joke and game.