Page 5 of In the Midst of Chaos

Duncan’s eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Why wouldn’t I be nice? I fucking missed you. Was I pissed you left without saying goodbye? Hell yeah, but then Mom said you’d be back, that sometimes a girl needs time away or something like that.”

Huh?I shook my head. I would analyze everything later. As for now, I let myself get caught up in the moment.

“You grew up.” I smiled as I ran my hand through his hair lovingly.

“My dick got bigger too.” He grinned.

I punched his arm. “Put me down, asshole!”

He did as I asked, keeping an arm around my shoulders. He led us down the stairs. It was always easy with Duncan. I wish it could be that easy with everybody else.

“Why are you really back, Finnie?” he asked as we entered the kitchen.

I looked up at him. His embrace was warm, but his eyes told a different story. He was guarded, and dare I say, distrustful.

Why was I back? Sure, I was summoned. But that’s not the real reason I came home. I had a plan, and I was grown enough to go through with it.

“Because Ax said that if I didn’t show, he would send Nate and Andre after me,” I lied.

Duncan chuckled.

“They missed you too, Finnie. The whole club did.”

I rolled my eyes as I opened the fridge.

“How’s DD Enterprises?” I asked about the company that Axton and my father ran.

“Boring as fuck,” he replied as I pulled out a premade meal. The house chef always had all kinds of meals ready.

No one ever bothered to question what DD stood for. I didn’t even know what they told the media about what the doubleD’s meant. What I did know was the real meaning of it.

Death Disciples.

“Did the clubhouse get finished?”

Duncan grinned.

“A year after you left. Want to go check it out? I’m sure everyone will be glad to see you again.”

When he said this, his eyes raked over my body.

“Duncan,” I said in a sweet voice.

“Yeah?” He raised a brow at me.

“I helped you wash your undies so Eleanor wouldn’t know you peed the bed, so for the love of God, stop imagining me naked.”

He threw his head back and laughed. He then wrapped me in his arms, his body still shaking with laughter until his choked laughter turned into choked sobs. His arms became suffocatingly tight, and I wrapped my hand around him with the other going to his head.

Duncan and I were the younger ones, but he was the baby of the family. While I’d lost my parents a long time ago and a maternal figure; Duncan, Huxley, and Nash had lost their mother.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

His arms wrapped tighter against me. “Why didn’t you come?”

I sucked in a breath at his tortured question.

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