Page 60 of In the Midst of Chaos

“Fuck,” he said.

I pulled off the bed, coming to stand behind him.

“I have like ten missed calls from Nate.”

“I’m coming with you,” I said.

“Baby, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Please, my father used to bring me everywhere.”

He nodded. “But you do as I say.”

I nodded and then ran to get changed.

The manor was quiet, everyone either out or in their rooms. Nash turned on his Harley, and I climbed on the back of it.

He turned around and gave me a soft smile.

We were really doing this. We were going to face the consequences together. I wasn’t scared of the outcome as long as I got to keep him after all the chaos had settled.

* * *

We madeit to an old warehouse. Nate was there, albeit a little banged up. His lip was busted and his eye swollen. He sat on the floor, his back rested on the metal for support.

“What happened?” Nash growled as we parked the bike. He got off and then helped me get off. He held my hand and led me to Nate.

I let go of Nash so I could kneel in front of Nate, and with the sleeve of my shirt, I wiped his blood.

“What happened?” I asked again, this time as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Princess.” He smiled weakly at me. “Take it you’re official?” He directed his question at Nash.

“Yeah.” He smiled as he looked softly at me. I felt butterflies, but we had more important things to worry about.

“Hello? We are somewhere shady. You look like you got the shit beat out of you.”

Nate took a deep breath, then made a move to get up.

“So, I got this tip, and I followed it. It led me to a fucker.” He turned to me. “He was banging your mom.”

I gasped. Nash glared at Nate with no surprise whatsoever on his face.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked.

Nash wrapped an arm around me and pulled me back to his chest.

“Fuck.” He kissed my temple. “There’s a rat, and I’m pretty sure they were behind your father’s murder.”

Nate offered me a grim smile. I couldn’t wrap my head around having a traitor, let alone someone murdering my father. I thought it was just an accident.

I listened while they each told me what had been going on, filling in each other’s blanks.

“I got here, and he was waiting for me. I didn’t think anything of it. Just probably somewhere where he was laying low. When I made it inside, he was ready for me. He got the upper hand, and then he pulled a gun on me.”

I ran my hand over his face.

“How did you make it out?”

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