Page 40 of In the Midst of Chaos

When he pulled back, he looked around at the tense situation, pretending to haven’t noticed it before.

“Amigos, it’s all good.” He then turned to his men. “No va ver plomo.”

When the cartel lowered their arms, we did the same.

We waited and watched as they loaded their trucks with the products and then left. I wasn’t the only one who felt that relief as they drove away, and we were now in the clear.

“Oh, shit, princess,” Nate screeched with a grin on his face.

“What happened?” I asked as I got off my bike and ran to him. I saw Duncan doing the same.

He shoved the phone in my face.

Two things happened. My dick got rock hard, and I got angry. Finley had beat the shit out of Dawn. There was no doubt in my mind it was because of me. Then I got mad because she was in the middle of a fight, putting herself in danger.

“Give me your keys,” I barked at my brother as I handed him the video.

“Fuckkkkk.” He grinned as he nodded meaning that they were on his bike.

I stalked to his bike, straddled it, and pulled the fuck out.

Congratulations, babe, you got my attention.

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Finley

I was an idiot.

God, how could I let my hand show? Yeah, I wanted to start a riot, but I went after Dawn. Once Nash heard this, there wouldn’t be a doubt in his mind that I did it because I was jealous.

Fuck.

Andre took me back to the clubhouse, leaving everyone else to deal with the mayhem at the bar.

Once at the clubhouse, I went straight to the garage, where I had left my bike earlier. I needed to work off this anger, and nothing calmed me down like doing maintenance on my bike.

Which reminded me I needed to take the cherry Mustang out for a ride and see how well that baby was doing.

I went around and messed with the sound system, then got to work. “Do I Wanna Know” by Arctic Monkeys was blasting through the garage. My head swayed with the beat.

My ass was on the floor as I wiped dirt from the chrome when the music stopped. I looked up, and there was Nashton. He looked pissed. A fucking thrill ran through me. It was like being jolted alive. Like I was in a coma and his presence suddenly brought me back to life.

“What’s your problem?” I asked as I pretended to ignore him and got back to work.

“What’s my problem?” he asked in disbelief.

“That’s what I asked, but don’t bother answering. I don’t really care,” I told him as I got up.

His eyes bored into me. His stare was like being caressed by hell’s touch. Hot. Burning. Scorching. I’m surprised I didn’t tip over like a fawn.

“You don’t really care?” he repeated with the same tone he had earlier.

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?”

One second he was still a few steps away from me; the next he was pushing me against my bike. One of his hands was behind my neck, gripping me tight, and the other was on my waist.

“Bull-fucking-shit, Fin.”

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