Page 56 of In the Midst of Chaos

Micah was being followed a few days before his death. According to a few comments the brothers had made. They said he sounded almost paranoid.

Whenever I tried to bring this to my father, he would shut me down, so I knew I had to proceed with caution.

Rats always brought the worst in people because their betrayal always cut the deepest.

God help whoever betrayed my family because I sure wouldn’t hold back.

The door opened, and I looked up to see Leon and Huxley walk in laughing.

It annoyed me. Everything about my brother would irritate me lately, and I knew it was all jealousy, and I couldn’t help it. I compared myself to him when I knew I shouldn’t.

“Can I help you?” I said, raising a brow to both of them.

“What are you doing here?” my brother asked.

“The better question is, what are you two doing in Micah’s office?”

Leon walked over and put his briefcase on the desk. “It’s closer to the meeting room, so I sometimes use it.”

“One day, this will be my office.” Huxley shrugged.

It pissed me the fuck off.

“This will be Finley’s.”

“And she’ll be my wife,” he replied as if him marrying her was more than enough to strip her of her titles.

By this point, I couldn’t control my anger.

“She could always say no and not marry your ass.”

“She can’t,” Leon said. “Not if she wants to be part of the Disciples or DD Enterprises. She needs to take the vow like the rest of us.”

I gritted my jaw. It seemed like at every turn, there was a stop.

The chances of being able to keep Finley came crashing down at every turn. Our pillars of lies wouldn’t hold strong enough to the truth that was set in stone.

I stormed out of Micah’s office and made my way to my father’s. He was sitting behind his desk. He didn’t even look up as I barged through his office doors.

“What? Are you going to bitch about Finley again?” he asked without so much as looking up from his computer screen.

“We have a fucking rat!” I yelled, feeling like there was nothing I was doing right anymore.

My father stood up and pinned me with a death glare.

“We will not discuss this here,” he said.

“You know,” I breathed in disbelief.

“Of course I fucking know. It’s my fucking club. At the end of the day, you’re just a fucking child. You donotknow everything. “

“Then fucking tell me,” I seethed.

My father didn’t do it. Not in that office. Not where he said people could hear us.

That night we met in the clearing at midnight. We were the only two living people amidst the dead.

“Before Micah died, he was a little paranoid. He was erratic, and not calm and collected,” my father started.

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