Page 10 of In the Midst of Chaos

Nate glared at her since he hated his given name. That’s why his road name was just his name. There wasn’t anything more embarrassing than a biker named Nathaniel.

Nate looked at me like it was my fault.

“It turns you on; that’s why you let her get away with so much shit,” Nate said low enough so I could hear.

“Nate,” I warned.

“We love Finnie, so we put up with her bratty ways, but others won’t. What are you going to do when she disrespects someone else?”

I didn’t even hesitate to answer.

“I’ll kill them.”

“But she’s not your woman. She’s your brother’s.” Nate patted my back.

Meaning that if someone ever disrespected Finley, it wouldn’t be my right for retribution but Huxley’s. That thought alone made my stomach churn.

Huxley left right away, trying not to associate himself with the club. I rolled my eyes but then smiled to myself. Finley knew about the women he fucked, and she didn’t care.

Duncan was following a club whore back to a room, and that left Finley alone. My eyes quickly searched for her. She shouldn’t be in danger here, but she had been gone for a while, and I didn’t want anyone confusing her with a club groupie; that wouldn’t go over well.

I found her making her way toward the garage. I knew she was in search of her bike. I think that’s why my mom left her the car. She was always scared when Finley rode. She had a matte Ninja with gold accents. The bike was perfect for her. The club teased her and called her a traitor for not getting a Harley, but she just shrugged it off and said she’d get on the back of a Harley but not ride it.

By that point, I already had my ride, but soon after, instead of getting a sports bike, Huxley got an American classic as well.

No one was around, and it was dangerous whenever Finley was left alone in my care. I gently closed the door behind me, then pulled out a cigarette. Finley and I had some unfinished business. At least that was the lie I told myself so I wouldn’t feel guilty for seeking her out.

“She looks gorgeous,” Finley said as she circled her Ninja.

It was funny to think that for a second, I could sneak up on her. There always seemed to be an invisible force field that made us aware of the other. She was in my head; she was a current flowing in my veins—she was poison to my heart. Something to want but would kill me if I had it.

“Duncan kept it in shape for you.”

A soft smile spread across her face at the mention of my brother. Since she wasn’t looking at me, I let myself really look at her.

Her hair was a purple color, no longer brown except for the roots and her eyebrows. Her face was still small and shaped like a heart, but it was sharper, and with the wrong look, she would cut you. The clothes were fucking hot, but they also weren’t who she was. The only thing that fit was the leather.

She ignored me and walked to the wall and grabbed the key to her ride. I bit my lip when she got on the bike, and her skirt rode up. When she leaned to turn the bike on, I could taste my blood. I could barely make out what was under the skirt, but it was enough to get my blood boiling.

I walked around just as she sat down, and I saw the way her eyes rolled back.

Fuck me.

The engine on her bike was powerful, and I bet with her flimsy underwear, she could feel just how powerful it was.

Finley moved her body by a fraction.

“Go home, Finnie,” I said, knowing damn well she hated whenIcalled her that. She once said it made her feel like a child. Or rather the fact that she didn’t want me to see her that way.

Her eyes flared.

“Why?” she asked as she leaned her body forward. “Is the prince tired of showing me how I make my money?”

I needed to move, better yet leave, but instead, I took a step forward and held on to the handlebars. My hands gripped them. It was the only thing still tethering me to the room and stopping me from losing control.

“Finley,” I warned.

“Nashton,” she said as she moved forward, her mouth parting with the movement.

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