All Chapters of C.H.A.O.S.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Carley I'm in the kitchen setting out all the items Jase requested for him to cook since I took a shower and got ready for morning classes before he did. He is going to cook breakfast when he is done. I can't remember the last time I fell asleep so quickly. Jase's heartbeat is a much better sleeping aid than anything else I've tried. "Okay, sweetheart, I'm going to help you learn how to make breakfast burritos this morning," Jase stays pressing his body close to mine. Hand over hand, he has me mixing ingredients and cooking meat and eggs in a frying pan. He is a very hands-on instructor, which my body more than appreciates. The man is even showing me how to make tortillas from scratch. Storm walks in the backdoor from outside to see Jase and me spreading the dough. The tortilla dough. Get your mind out of the gutter. "Did he stay the night?" Storm asks gruffly. He sits at the kitchen table watching us closely. Instead of wearing a pearl snap shirt and straw cowboy hat like h

Carley Lachlan and Weston are walking with me to the parking lot. We all decided to go somewhere for lunch today, so I have a man on either arm currently. "Do you have any afternoon classes today?" Lachlan asks and I shake my head no. "How about later when I drop Wes off to get his mom car so he can pick up his brothers, you and I go for a ride?" He asks walking up to a gunmetal grey car that is as sexy as Jase's. "Aren't you sweet, asshole?" Weston grumbles sarcastically giving Lachlan the middle finger. Lachlan flips him off in return and sticks his tongue out at his friend. I chuckle to myself, then beam at Lachlan. "Sounds great, Lock Bear!" I chirp excitedly eyeing his car. "Perfect, let's go then, Moon Bear. You'll have to ride in Wes's lap," Lachlan says before sliding into the driver's seat. I shrug my shoulders. "Fine with me. You good with it West Bear?" I ask Weston. He pulls me into his body. "Of course, baby girl," he purrs sliding a finger down the side of m

Carley One, two, three, and four Chaos boys are sitting in the living room. I’m holding the hand of the fifth boy. Wait. That can’t be right. There should be one missing. One, two, three, four, look up at the fifth Chaos boy. There are five. Why are there five boys instead of four? The Chaos boy holding my hand is equally as confused as I am. My missing Chaos boy steals my breath away. He isn’t small anymore. His gaze is cutting and almost devoid of emotion. Two frozen ice-blue eyes. His razored hair comes just under his square jaw. His once inky-black hair has been dyed midnight blue. He has a septum piercing, each of his eyebrows has two piercings, his bottom lip has a spider bite, and his ear lobes are covered. He has a black leather collar on his throat and leather bands on his tattoo-covered arms. He is in all black. A deadly vibe comes off him in waves. My eyes are drawn to the tattoo on his neck. It’s of a blonde girl in cowboy boots sitting under a pecan tree cross-legged,

WestonThe rest of the day is uneventful. However, Carley hasn’t come out to the cars yet. We are waiting to give her a ride, something is wrong.Jase nods to me and Lachlan so we make our way to the nearest girls' restroom, the one Carley would have gone into after leaving her backpack with Arson. We knock on the door, but there is no answer, so we try to open it, but something is blocking the door.Then we hear this tribal yell, and the door falls open to Carley banging some girl’s head into the sink. Another one tackles her back, punching her in the face but Lachlan and I watch with fascination as Carley flips the girl, she is now on top of. Her fists are flying into the girl’s face. The girl starts crying and begging."She’s had enough, baby girl,” I say in a booming voice.Carley doesn’t hear me, so I pull her off the girl who has a broken nose and her face is already starting to swell. Carley’s foot connects with my balls, so I hold it hostage with my thighs. People who fight di

Ransom Helping Carley to her room is a slow process. She is in so much pain from the beating she took this afternoon. She did well not letting her family see the extent of it, but now that she is alone with us, she shows her vulnerability. It is another change she has made, one I’m thankful for. This means she is no longer hiding crap from us like she did before she wrecked us by disappearing. When she winces. I want to do more than frighten the piss out of those girls who damaged Carley’s body. I now want to make good on my threat to them. Sneak inside their homes while they sleep, slitting their throats with a red-hot blade so there isn’t such a mess, allowing them to die slowly due to suffocation and not quickly from the blood loss once I nick their carotid artery. They will scream but nothing will come out and no one at all will be able to help them. They will be all alone. “Ran, can you help with my shirt? I can’t lift it,” Carley says pulling me out of my reverie with her pain