Page 50 of In the Midst of Chaos

“Duncan, you are annoying.”

“What are little brothers for?”

I looked at him. “You are not my little brother.”

“We’re like family.”

“You do realize how bizarre that sounds since I’m fucking your brother and going to marry the other one?”

“Kinky,” he murmured.

He threw his arm around my shoulder, and I looked at our reflection in the mirror. We didn’t look bad together.

“We would have made hot babies, Finnegan,” Duncan mused.

“You werealmostan option,” I humored him. “But you were too young.”

“Like I said, Finland, my dick got bigger. I’m a big boy now, probably bigger than Nash.”

“Dude, you are so fucking gross.” I pushed him aside, but he held me close.

“Wanna find out?” He wiggled his brows.

I rolled my eyes.

Nash had not been home. He was “avoiding” me again—surprise, surprise.

Of all the things our fathers had taught us, running had never been one of them, and it was all he ever did.

I didn’t like it, but I understood it.

He was the head of his family, and my family was all dead minus Aunt Riley and me, but she wasn’t blood, so she didn’t count as the rest of us.

We were two heads out of the three.

Nash, Nate, and I would be calling the shots.

I could see why my father wanted me to marry Huxley because I would never bow to him. So my vote would be my own. I would have gotten lost in Nate, and the Primrose vote would cease to exist, making it only Crull and the Disciples.

That kind of unity was dangerous.

“You wanna do something?” I looked at Duncan as I went to grab the keys for the Mustang Eleanor had given me.

“Like fuck?” He raised a brow.

I pushed him away. “Duncan, stop. Seriously. You think I don’t feel bad about this?”

He brought me into his arms. “Babe, I’m just joking. I love you. And I love my brothers, but hell, I know that Huxley doesn’t deserve you. He’s my brother, and I love him, but there’s so much self-loathing that until he takes care of it, there is no way he can love someone else when he doesn’t even accept it himself as he is.”

I hugged him back. He had a point, but I still didn’t want to hurt him. When it came down to it, he was family, but he couldn’t see beyond his own greed.

“Wanna go for a ride?” I asked, pulling up the key to his mom’s car. “But I drive. I’ve ridden bitch too many times.”

He took the keys from me.

“Don’t act like you don’t go around giving stiffies every time you get on that bike and ride.”

I punched him in the gut. “I really want to hate you.”

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