Page 79 of In the Midst of Chaos

After the meeting,my aunt left, as did everyone else except for Nash, Axton, and myself.

Axton looked at us.

We stood our ground. Nash had carried me to the meeting, said I needed to be there, but he also didn’t want me to waste my energy and carried me in. Once inside the office, it didn’t matter who was staring at us; he sat me on his lap.

I always prided myself on not being one of those girls, but fuck, Nash made it impossible not to be.

Like now, holding me even knowing his father was probably going to say something that was bound to piss us off.

“All I ask is you give Huxley time to get stronger,” Axton said.

Nash tensed behind me. I knew he was ready to argue with the fact, and even though I loved him and loved that he was prepared to lose it all for me, I wasn’t going to let him make that decision.

“We will wait,” I said, nodding and staring straight into Axton’s eyes. “But we won’t wait long.”

He nodded. “He needs to wrap his head around what happened, then he can wrap his head about you two.”

Nash’s jaw was stiff, but he didn’t speak. He was quiet even as Axton left his office, and we sat there in silence.

“Do you love him?” he asked, his tone hard.

I turned a little on my side so I could look at him a bit better.

“I’ve loved all of you since I was a little girl,” I told him as I cupped his cheek. My fingers ran over his beard. “But I’ve only ever been in love with you.”

He looked up at me, and I smiled at him, so happy that I finally got to call him mine. I’d waited twenty years for him; a few more months wouldn’t kill me.

“How fucked-up is it if I don’t care if he hates me?”

I didn’t answer because deep down, he cared, more than Huxley probably did, so I did the best thing I could think of, and I kissed him.

He tasted like freedom, full of wicked dreams and deadly promises.

“Now, let’s go see your brothers,” I told him.

With his help—and by help, I mean him carrying me around the manor—we went to see Duncan since he was doing better than Huxley.

Duncan’s room was bright. He had his window half-open so cool air came in, and the curtains were drawn. The asshole was lying on his bed only in black boxer briefs. He was propped on a mountain of pillows and had a bottle of water next to him with a bong on the other side. He looked a little pale and like he’d lost a few pounds, but other than that, he still looked great.

“Nice tats,” I said, breaking the ice.

Nash walked us in, me in front of him, while his hands rested on my waist.

Duncan raised his brows.

“Guess the pussy is out of the bag,” he mused in a weak voice. “Too bad you won’t get to ride all this anymore.” He pointed at his dick.

Neither Nash nor I had it in us to scold him.

I let go of Nash and made my way to the bed. He moved his bong out of the way so I could lie next to him.

He wrapped a hand around me and kissed the top of my head.

“I owe you my fucking life,” he said.

I felt the bed dip from where Nash sat down.

“You would have done the same for me,” I told him.

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