Page 7 of In the Midst of Chaos

Yeah, my darling fiancé didn’t want me to know he was fucking girls left and right, but I’d always known and honestly never cared.

My arms wrapped around Duncan as he started the engine. When he took off for the first time since leaving home, I felt at peace. My head rested on his back, and a smile spread across my face.

The drive from the manor to the compound took about twenty minutes. The manor was on top of the hills, away from civilization and prying eyes. Meanwhile, the compound was on the outskirts of town. It was an old military building surrounded by a colossal fence around it.

We arrived in formation with Nash going in first, followed by Huxley and Duncan and me last.

Right away, I recognized most of the guys.

I jumped off Duncan’s bike and handed him the helmet as I made my way to two of my favorite guys.

“Aww, are you guys still in a secret relationship,” I said to Andre, one of the men Uncle Axton had threatened to send after me if I didn’t come home. His name wasn’t Andre—it was his nickname.

“Holy shit, the princess is back.” Andre grinned at me. He was tall, pale, and blond; he had the whole Viking thing going on for him. Then I turned to the man who I thought was Nate, his best friend.

“You’re not Nate,” I said even though I could see the similarities. From what I knew, Nate was an only child. He was just as tall and tan with a similar build, but where Nate had hazel eyes, his were jade.

“You were missed, princess,” Andre said as he took a step toward me, but a voice halted him.

“Finley is off-limits.” Nashton’s voice held a lethal edge—everyone who was outside heard him.

“She yours?” the guy who wasn’t Nate, said. When you made someone off-limits around here, it was because you were ready to claim them as yours till death. Obviously not the case for me.

My head turned toward Nashton. He was still on his bike, his leg spread, and he leaned into the handlebars.

“She’s a Primrose.”

Meaning that I, in fact, was a princess, and he was inferior to me, and no one in this compound other than a motherfucking Crull was good enough for me.

“I was saying hi, not jumping on his dick.” I flipped my hair, dismissing what he said. His eyes narrowed and his nose flared. Yeah, I wasn’t the same girl he once knew.

Aware that both Crull brothers were glaring at me, I opened my arms so I could hug Andre.

“I love you, Finnie, but I ain’t trying to die,” he smirked at me.

Before I could call him a pussy, Nate came out, putting on his leather vest.

Death Disciples, MC.

His patch said Vice President, and I was so proud of him.

Nate had just lit his cigarette when he saw me. His face broadened, and he smiled at me. Since he was inside, he didn’t hear Nash’s warning. He had no idea I was untouchable. He looked so different since the last time I had seen him. That damn night haunted me always.

“Fuck yeah, Finnie is back,” he howled.

Since I was in the mood to piss off some people, I ran and threw myself at him.

Nate was ready for me; his arms wrapped around my waist, and he twirled me.

“Your tits got bigger.” The fucker grinned at me as he pressed me closer to him.

“You have a brother,” I replied.

“You’re fucking dead.” Andre came to pat Nate’s shoulder before he could answer.

“What’d I do?” he asked while still holding me close.

I grinned up at him.

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