Page 50 of Shattered Hearts
Finn’s eyes drift down to my mouth, making my still-jogging heart seize in my chest. When his gaze floats back up to mine, his eyes are molten with need.
Still holding me against the wall, he leans close, until his lips brush my ear. “I’m going to make you come…over and over again. On my fingers. On my cock. On my tongue. I want to hear all those sexy little noises…when I’m inside you.”
Movement catches my attention.
Troy rumbles like a sleeping bear, noisy enough to startle us apart. Ankles unlocking from around Finn’s waist, my feet hit the floor. We release each other at once.
Fast as lightning, Finn draws his weapon and aims for Troy’s head.
One bullet would finish this forever.
“Don’t.” I grab Finn’s arm. “It’s not worth it. If you kill him, they’ll hunt you down.”
Murdering the heir of the Red Hill Mafia, even if totally provoked and deserved, would come with consequences. Finn shouldn’t have to be responsible for those just because of me.
“Letting him live would be careless.” Finn gently removes my fingers from his shooting arm. “He’ll just keep coming back.”
I consider his words. I’ve often feared Troy would reappear in my life, the way he did tonight, furious about one thing or another. But today is the first time my nightmare has ever come true.
I never want to go through this again, but if something happens to Finn because he protected me, I’ll never forgive myself.
Finn nudges Troy with his foot. “Thisis one of the fuckers who mugged me.”
My eyes fly wide. “What are you talking about?”
“If I don’t settle things with him here and now, he might come after me…or you…again. I won’t give him that chance?—”
“Finn. He’s…this is my ex.”
Eyebrows high, Finn turns to me, openmouthed. “What?”
“Yeah.”
Half an hour later, we’ve washed off Troy’s blood from our hands and I’ve changed into jeans and a clean blouse. We’ve created a makeshift interrogation room out of my mostly destroyed apartment. A semiconscious Troy is tied to a kitchen chair with extension cords Finn found in a drawer somewhere.
While we wait for Troy to wake up, I settle on my sofa and Finn paces.
“He was in here when you got home?”
I nod. “Yeah. But I don’t know how he got in.”
“So your ex breaks into your apartment three days after he and his buddies attack me in an alleyway in your neighborhood.”
“You’re sure it was him?”
Finn regards me with exasperation. “Don’t insult me. I never forget a face. Especially not the face of someone who crossed me.”
I keep my mouth closed this time.
Finn stops pacing, his eyes boring into mine. “What I want to know is why.”
I squeeze my birthstone necklace between my fingers for comfort. “I get Troy coming after me. Ever since we broke up, I half-expected he would. Maybe he hassomemotivation forattacking you, but how did he track you down? How’d he find out what you look like?”
Finn’s eyebrows knit together, a confused scowl on his face. “What do you mean?”
Embarrassment heats my face. I’ve comethis closeto revealing my years-long crush on Finn.
Backpedal. Backpedal!