Page 14 of In the Midst of Chaos

Chapter Five

My dick was hard,and there was no way to adjust myself without my brothers knowing.

“Finley is right,” Duncan said in a grave tone. “There’s no out. You knew that the moment you took the vow.”

My eyes went to Finley, and hers met mine, our minds in sync for that moment. The night I took my vow, she was there. And then the night of her vow, everything changed.

Huxley changed the subject. “Finley hasn’t taken the vow.”

Finley bit her lip; she always did that when she was nervous. I used to think it was adorable when she did it as a child, but as she grew up, the feelings I got when she licked or bit her lips changed.

I couldn’t help but grin at my brother’s statement. She had taken her vow, and I had been there before and afterward. Sometimes I wished she had never taken it. We could all still be playing pretend. Per my father’s request, no one other than a chosen few, knew.

“When do you want to take the vow?” I asked because I wanted to talk to her. I missed the shit out of her, and having her so close affected me more than I would have liked. I still couldn’t tell her why she had to leave.

The fact that she’d confronted my father and wanted to void the contract and not marry Huxley, it did something to me. The little smirk she did when my father walked away told me all I needed to know. She had something up her sleeve, and I wanted to help her.

It’s not that I would keep her to myself, not when my brother was in love with her, but she didn’t fit into the idea he had for a wife. When my brother finally realized what we were and what we would always do, it would be too late. Finley wasn’t meant to follow; she was the type of girl that helped you lead.

“No one has pissed me enough—yet.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Maybe you could be my first.”

Chills went down my body, and my already aching dick enlarged. Finley blushed when she realized what she said.

Huxley’s chair flew back, and he leaned into the table. Moments like this, he looked less model and more psycho.

“Since we all value vows around here, then you are going to honor the marriage arrangement our fathers laid out for us.”

Finley watched my brother leave as she glared at him. When I looked down at my hands, I realized I had fisted them as he spoke. A part of me was glad he didn’t give us a reminder of why he was chosen.

I heard the flick of Duncan’s lighter as he sparked up. He took a hit from the blunt before he spoke.

“Fuck me,” Duncan said with a grin. “Huxley won’t want you when you’re damaged goods.”

I was about slap Duncan when he howled in pain.

“You fucking bitch, that hurt!”

Finley was laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. It was nice to watch; she’d laughed a lot as a kid, then after her parents passed away, not so much.

“What did she do?” I asked.

“She fucking flung a rubber band to my cheek!”

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An hour later,Duncan and I arrived at the club. Dad would get pissed we didn’t bring Huxley, but I knew my brother would appreciate it if we didn’t drag him into this mess.

I strode off my bike at the same time Duncan got off his. My brother smirked at Nate and the boys as he strolled up to them. I shook my head, trying to remind myself that I used to be a cocky little shit like him.

“Sorry to call you, brother,” Nate said grimly. We tried to keep our distance from the club as much as we could. It was why Dad stayed away, or at least that’s what I told myself, ignoring the fact that he and Gunner weren’t close as before. As for me, if people saw me here, I was going through a rebellious phase. Spoiled rich kids playing at being a biker.

“It’s all good.” I nodded. “What happened?”

“Someone broke into the warehouse.” Nate gave me a look, and I knew he instantly got paranoid like I did. It always led back to that fucking night.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Did they take anything?”

The warehouse was where he stored our cargo before distributing it to our buyers. If they went there, nothing of importance should have been taken since we hadn’t had a shipment.

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