Page 6 of In the Midst of Chaos

I knew Eleanor had passed away in a car accident. Still, the moment I got the text from Leon, Axton’s right-hand man, I knew it was either a tragic accident or the beginning of a war. Now I knew it was the latter. Coming back home at that time would have been too emotional. It would make the pain unbearable and real. Guess I didn’t want to make rash decisions while I was highly emotional.

Nothing made you make stupid decisions like grief, sorrow—and alcohol.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered once more as I kissed his sharp cheek.

A dark chuckle had us pulling apart.

“Guess you don’t have a problem with affection.” The words were spat at me. I turned to look at Huxley, and he was glaring at us. “You just have a problem when it’s toward me, my darling fiancée.”

My eyes traveled to his face and then down his body, and a part of me did wish I could feel something for him—anything. A spark of desire was all I asked for because Huxley wasn’t ugly. Hell, he could be a model forIGMif we weren’t forced to lie low. He just wasn’t the guy for me.

Duncan let go of me, and I took a step back. Huxley walked toward us, stopping right in front of me. I raised my brow at him. I wasn’t seventeen anymore, and I wasn’t going to marry someone I didn’t love nor want just for the sake of the company. I wasn’t going to put Hux’s feelings above my own.

“What?” He looked down at me through half-mast eyes. “I don’t get some comfort?” He brought his hand out, and I forced myself not to flinch at his touch. “We could be so good together, Finley.”

With his thumb, he caressed my cheek.

Before I could reply and possibly break his heart, someone kicked the door.

“Let’s go. We have a drop to make.”

Nash didn’t even look at me as he spoke. He turned around and left.

Huxley let go of me and followed after him.

So many things were clicking into place. Nash, that son of a bitch. He hadn’t uttered a word to anyone about that night. My blood boiled, and my hate for him ran a little deeper.

“I’m coming with you,” I told Duncan.

Duncan smiled at me because he knew neither Nash nor Huxley would like the idea of me tagging along.

“Where’s my bike?” I asked.

“At the club.”

“Guess I’m riding bitch.” I patted his back. Duncan threw an arm around me, and we walked to the garage where Nash and Huxley were already gearing up.

Nash was already straddling his Harley when he saw Duncan and me come in. Huxley was about to get on his when his jaw went hard.

“You’re not coming,” Huxley ground out.

I ignored him as I made my way to Duncan’s Ducati.

The club rode Harleys, as did Nash. We weren’t required to do the same, so we alternated on what was asked of the job.

Duncan got on his matte-red bike, and handed me a matching helmet. Before putting it on, I faced Nash.

“Don’t you think the princess should see how her cash is being made?” I asked, and watched in fascination as he almost looked angry from the way he held on to the handle bars just at the idea that I would get on the back of Duncan’s bike.

I didn’t wait for a reply, nor did I have it in me to care. I put my helmet on and climbed on the bike. Heels, boots, bare feet—I could get on a bike in my sleep.

“At least fucking change,” Huxley ground out.

I lifted my helmet so he could hear what I said.

“I’m not dressed any different than a club whore, and we all know you love those.”

Duncan snorted.

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