Page 80 of In the Midst of Chaos

He kissed my forehead again. He then turned to Nash and grinned at him.

“In my defense, I thought I was dying, so I was like, just fucking kiss her.”

I glared at Duncan, and Nash just laughed it off.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Duncan said before he brought the bong to his lips. After he took a hit, he turned to Nash and me.

“I’m fine, really. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“True, but your bed is comfy,” I said, not wanting to leave him alone because a few days ago, I didn’t know if I would ever see him again.

“Unless you two want to see me get my pipe drained, I suggest you leave.”

Just as he said this, his door opened and Dawn walked in. I made a gagging noise, and she didn’t even glare at me.

“It’s okay. I think I feel like giving my man the same treatment,” I said as I raised my hands so Nash could carry me.

He laughed some more but picked me up with ease. The best part was he didn’t even acknowledge the fact that Dawn was in the room.

We were in the hallways when Nash spoke; his voice laced with amusement.

“It doesn’t matter who enters the room. No one holds a candle to you, baby.”

Fuck, why did he say shit like this to me? There was no chance in hell I would ever want anyone else. He was just everything to me.

“Come on, you promised me oral,” he said.

“Now that I know no one holds a candle to me, you can wait a few more days.”

He threw his head back and roared with laughter. I stayed mesmerized watching him like that, so carefree. When he was done, he picked me up and took me to our next destination, but Huxley didn’t want to open his room when we got there.

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After a traumatic event,your mind just focuses on getting your body the strength back. It leaves everything else that got damaged in the trauma for last. So as each day you get psychically stronger, other aspects of your body stop running on overdrive, and even though they don’t necessarily get weaker, they bring down walls that you had no desire to see what was on the other side of.

My body was now stronger, but my mind hadn’t yet caught up. At night, I would wake up scared to be in the dark, but all it took was for Nash to pull me back into his chest and tell me, “It’s okay, baby,” and my heart would start to settle.

Maybe it made me a little codependent, but I didn’t care.

Things had been getting back to normal at Crull Manor, or as normal as they could get with a bunch of bikers living with us now. I was all for it—the more family around, the better.

Breakfast was an adventure with our house staff and the club. Nate was all for being catered for.

Duncan was doing great now; the whores loved soothing his wounds. I was surprised his dick wasn’t sore or something.

As for Huxley, he was a different story. I hadn’t really seen him. He’d been holed up in his room, not really letting anyone other than Axton to see him.

My guilt was eating me, but at the same time, I could wander around the house with Nash, knowing Huxley wouldn’t see us.

It was dangerous, but I stopped pretending like I even went to my room anymore. I had moved into Nash’s side of the house because it was easier to sneak around in. He asked me about my house, but even if we kept it, it would still be tainted with old memories, and it was better to start fresh. We basically owned a ton of the surrounding land. We could easily build there.

I looked at myself in the mirror and bit my lip. I was wearing the same outfit I wore the day I stepped foot in this house.

Nash was waiting for me in the back because we were taking a ride to the Primrose Mansion before they tore it down. He wanted to go in with me and hold my hand while I took a look around to see if there was anything I wanted to keep.

I was in such a rush, trying to get to my man, that I didn’t notice that there was someone in the hallway that led to the garage.

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