Page 51 of In the Midst of Chaos

“But I’m your favorite,” he said, sounding a little out of breath.

Unfortunately, I did.

We didn’t do anything too exciting, just drove out to get some food.

Duncan drove on the way there, and I drove on the way back. I let Duncan take it first since it was his mom’s car, and a part of me felt guilty she’d left it to me.

Mom and Eleanor used to be best friends. It wasn’t like they had a choice, not when my father and Axton loved the Disciples more than they did their wives. They loved their offspring, so the priority on their husband’s list wasn’t very high.

I was driving with the top down, and Duncan was bumping some old-school rap. “You sang that lyric wrong. He does not say that,” I told him as I reached for one of his french fries.

“Dudeeeee, you ate yours already!”

I was about to flick him off when my head hit the steering wheel.

It hurt.

Pain throbbed in my temple.

It’s like it all happened in slow motion. Duncan’s fries went flying off. I saw how he held onto the dash of the car and turned back. I had barely gotten hold of the wheel and stopped the car from swerving when we got hit again from the side by a black van.

The Mustang spun in circles, making me dizzy, or maybe that was from where the airbag hit my face.

“Dun,” I said before I lost consciousness, but not before I saw the blood that trickled down his face.

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Nash

I’d been at the clubhouse because I knew that if I went home, that was it. I would go into Finley’s room and fuck her so hard that I would leave the imprint of us on her bed. Her screaming would bring the walls of the manor crumbling down. There wouldn’t be any hiding the fact that I had a hard-on for that bitch.

Fuck, I didn’t care if she was Huxley’s; she was mine. It was my dick that made her beg and moan. It was my dick that had been coated with her virgin blood.

I knew what my father wanted. He didn’t want us to be in love because it made us weaker, but in reality, I didn’t think she made me vulnerable; if anything, she made me stronger. With her, I felt like I could conquer the world. There were no limitations. She made it seem like all I had to do was want it and it would be mine. And the only thing I wanted was her.

“Slide another one over,” I told the new girl Ace had hired to manage the bar.

She nodded and ran to get me another drink.

I had just pulled it to my lips when Nate came running inside.

“Brother,” he said, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise at his tone.

I put down the beer and then got up, making sure my gun was tucked inside my waistband. My father didn’t like us packing. Huxley hated it since he went to college, and he couldn’t exactly be carrying a gun on school grounds. For me, it was already second nature. I didn’t want to be unprepared.

“Your mom’s Mustang was found wrecked.”

I felt like the blood had drained from my face.

Fuck this shit.

This wasn’t happening. That car was now Finley’s. I didn’t think I could deal if anything happened to her. She needed to be okay. For fuck’s sake, you’d think she’d be safer in that car than on a fucking bike.

“Is she okay?” I asked, already running outside.

Nate stopped me, turning me around by the shoulder.

“No one was in the car when it was found.”

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