Page 33 of In the Midst of Chaos

I was on such a high that the moment the vibrations hit my core, coupled with the way he looked at me, I just fucking lost it and came right in front of him.

Nothing in this world made me feel as empowered as when I rode my bike. The balance, dedication, and lack of fear it took to master the riding art was a high you couldn’t get anywhere else.

“You look good on that bike, baby,” Nashton whispered as he wrapped his hands around my waist. I got butterflies every time he did that. We belonged to each other in stolen moments, and those were the moments I now lived for. “But you look so much better on the back of mine.”

Since the day in his room, we didn’t pretend like we could stay away. What we did in the dark was never talked about in the light. Each night was full of forbidden kisses, illicit touches. We drowned in our bodies, but we didn’t take it far enough to drown in our sin.

Shaking my head, I cranked the gas and went faster on the highway, ignoring the catcalls I got as I rode. It was always the same. Girl riding a bike equaled an instant stiffy.

Once at the cemetery, I got off my bike, grabbed my satchel, and went into my family’s mausoleum.

It was an eerie feeling every time I walked in here. The silence was too much; it made me feel like I was deaf.

I pulled the papers I grabbed from my father’s office and threw them toward his casket.

“Seriously, Daddy? A secret like this could bring us all down. What the hell were you thinking?!” The last part came out like a sob. Walking over to his monument, I slid down the black marble, and then I fucking cried.

Oh, if he could see me now, he would tell me not to break. To do what I must for the pain to go away. Bend but never break because once broken, you never came back the same.

Too late for that, Daddy.

Chapter Twelve

As soon asI walked into the clubhouse, I heard the catcalls.

“Cinderella is ready for the ball,” Nate yelled.

I was already in a pissy mood. He was not helping make it better. I left my room to get a change of clothes.

My shirt was off when I heard the door open.

“Want me to help you work out that frustration?” Dawn, one of the club whores, came to my bed and lay on it. She was wearing a skirt, and when she opened her legs, I could see her pussy.

“No.”

I didn’t cast her another look as I went to grab a black T-shirt and another pair of dark jeans to change into.

“You never want to have fun with us.”

Ignoring her, I went into my bathroom and changed. By the time I came out, she was still here, this time fingering herself.

“Dawn.” I said her name, and her eyes fluttered.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Next time you come into my room uninvited, get your shit ready and be prepared to get your ass out of this town.”

With that, I walked out of my room.

Duncan was waiting outside for me. “Cold, bro. You should have let her finish first.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Finnie is why you stopped fucking club whores, right?”

I stopped dead at Duncan’s question. I turned around, and my brother had a raised brow, daring me to lie to him.

“You used to fuck them all the time; then it’s like they weren’t worth your time. And after Finnie left, you started fucking townies or girls on runs but never anyone who lived in this club.”

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