Game(15)

Fiore still hadn’t looked up from the picture on his desk.

“Then what are you thinking?” Finn asked. “I’ll help in any way I can.”

Fiore looked at Finn and smiled. “I know.”

“So what’s the plan?” Finn asked.

Fiore pointed at Finn. “You, Finn you are going…” then Fiore pointed at me. “… to get Shayna pregnant…”





11.


(Finn)



Pregnant?

I laughed.

Yeah, sure, I’d love to f*ck Shayna. I mean, who wouldn’t? The only reason I held myself off so far was because I needed to get through this meeting with Fiore. My plan was to get back to my cabin, explain that I saved her ass… and then she’d give it to me.

But…

“Pregnant?” Shayna asked. “What?”

“You heard me,” Fiore said. “You, Finn, you are going to get Shayna pregnant. I want a baby.”

“Then go f*ck your wife,” Shayna said.

Oh. Shit.

Fiore slowly stood up.

“Shayna, shut up,” I said. I looked at Fiore. “Hold on, Fiore. She doesn’t know anything, okay? She doesn’t know what she just said.”

“I know what I f*cking said,” Shayna said. “I’m not…”

“Why?” I cut her off, looking at Fiore. “Why do you want me to do that?”

“Think about it,” Fiore said. “You knock up Shayna. One of Zander’s own? Your dirty Irish blood mixing with his family’s blood. It’s the biggest slap in the face you can give him.”

“But I’m not…”

I slipped my hand down and pinched Shayna’s ass. It was the only way to shut her up. She turned and slapped me across the face. Hard.

Yeah, I couldn’t wait to get her in bed. She’d be real f*cking fun.

I couldn’t say it to Shayna, but she needed to watch herself right now. Fiore thought she was Russian blood. He thought she was connected to Zander by true family, not by a choice. That gave her life value right now.

“It’s pretty easy,” Fiore said. “Finn likes to f*ck, we all know that. So, Finn, get Shayna pregnant. Then Zander will lose his mind. I’ll protect you both while he tries to come after you. Then I’ll come in from behind and start wiping out his entire crew.”

Shayna looked ready to pass out.

I tried to stay steady. “Fiore… look at me. Look at her. What makes you think I want to touch her?”

“Because you’re Finn,” Fiore said. “Nothing is off your radar.”

Yeah, that was at least true.

“I’m not doing this,” Shayna said. “If I want a family…”

“I want my family,” Fiore growled. “I want what I had. What he took from me.” Fiore started to shake. He ripped open the top drawer of his desk and took out a gun.

Ah, shit.

“Kill me then,” Shayna said. “I don’t care.”

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“I won’t kill you,” Fiore said. “I’ll take you down, inch by inch. Limb for limb.” The gun shook in his hand. “And I’ll still get what I want from you. You’re going to give me a child, Shayna. I’m at least giving you the chance to be with Finn. If you don’t want that, then I’ll lock you in a f*cking room and send my guys in. They’ll know what to do and how to do it.”

That’s when Shayna finally realized what she was up against. She pressed herself against me, every muscle in her body shivering. And trust me, it wasn’t from being cold. The office was on fire. She was terrified.

I slid my hands around to her stomach and held her.

Fiore just stared with his dark eyes.

“Okay,” I said. “Okay, Fiore. Just take it easy. It’s been a rough night and day for us.”

Fiore approached us. He put the gun to Shayna’s chest. “I’m going to explain this as simple as I can. I want a baby from you, Shayna. I want to rip the heart of Zander out of his chest with my bare f*cking hand. I want to squeeze his heart until it just…” Fiore put all his fingers together on one hand and then opened them. “Until it just pops. And you’re my ticket to make that happen. So I’m going to forget about what Finn did last night. His betrayal goes to the back of my mind. And you, Shayna, I’ll forget that some of Zander’s men showed up here to kill me. In exchange, you both get to live. You both get to f*ck each other.” Fiore then pulled one of my hands from Shayna’s stomach. He put his hand flat to her belly. “I just want a baby in return for my forgiveness.”

Even for me, this was f*cked up. Straight up, f*cked up.

But what was I going to do?

“Done,” I said.

Shayna was still shaking in my arms.

Fiore walked back to his desk. He opened the drawer again but this time he didn’t take out a gun. He took out a credit card. He tossed it across the desk.

“That’s for you Shayna,” Fiore said. “Go get whatever you need to get settled. I’ll start making some calls. Get the crews all riled up. Zander is going to be pissed to find one of his own being held by me… being f*cked by one of my fighters. Oh, that reminds me. Finn, do you have your cell phone?”