Blake POV
We follow Chase into the room, and I’m pretty sure I already know what this conversation is going to be about. I sit down, waiting for them to do the same, bracing myself for what’s coming.
Chase looks at Jax with a furrowed brow. “How freaked out was she?”
Wait. That’s why he wanted to talk? I can see the worry in his eyes, the fear that whatever Jax did might have pushed Dhalia away. It’s a stark contrast to the way he used to be. Back then, when we brought other women in, he didn’t care if they freaked out over Jax’s behaviour. They were nothing more than temporary playthings, which I have come to realise. He only cared about ensuring they knew that talking about what happened violated the agreements they signed. But this time, it’s different. Dhalia is different.
Jax look
