Game(21)

“It’s not what you think,” I said.

Finn turned. His eyes were beady, evil. His hand gripped the end of the axe with a fierce grip. Veins jutted out of his hand and up his arm. His forehead already glistened with sweat.

“I might as well just give you up to Fiore for good. That’s what I had planned on doing. Let him do whatever he needs to do. Then I could go back to my f*cking business.”

“That’s what you want? Just toss me aside? Leave me to be…”

Finn curled his lip. “You’re f*cking engaged to him, Shayna. You have no idea…”

“This was what he wanted,” I yelled. “It was my only chance of staying alive. Okay? I had no choice. If I didn’t accept anything he offered, I’d be dead. Gone. Hurt. Tortured. Killed. I’ve seen enough to know, Finn.”

“You’re engaged to a boss,” Finn said. “And I’m supposed to f*ck you?”

“So now I’m tainted?” I hugged myself and suddenly felt gross.

“Just go back inside,” Finn said. “We have to get through tonight and I’ll make a decision.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Whether I give you up or not.”

My heart twisted. “Fuck you, Finn. You don’t control me. I’ll just take off.”

“Then Fiore will find you,” Finn said. “I’ll find you. You think Zander does bad things? Please. You haven’t seen what Fiore is capable of. The man is grieving, brokenhearted, and teetering on insanity.”

“I don’t love Zander,” I said. “I’ve never…”

“Go inside!” Finn bellowed.

His voice echoed like thunder through the woods.

I crossed my arms. “No.”

He looked at the cabin, then at me. He stepped at me, still holding the axe. “You don’t understand what the cabin means. What it was supposed to be to me.”

“Then tell me,” I said. “Tell me, Finn. I want to know about you. I’m here, right? I’m trying to trust you.”

“I want to f*cking trust you,” Finn said. “But what does it matter? You're engaged to a boss. My boss wants to hold your body hostage. I’m trapped in the middle of it. All I wanted was a beer and f*ck.”

Anger flooded my body now. Like Finn hadn’t done anything wrong? Screw you, Finn. Screw you.

“Then f*ck me,” I said. “There’s beer in the fridge. Perfect night.”

Finn approached me some more. “Let me get one thing straight, again. If I want to f*ck you, I will. Just like I put you against the door in there. You haven’t been touched in a long time, sweetie. I felt it.”

“Then why are you so mad?” I asked. “I haven’t been with Zander. Ever. Never. I never would.”

Finn was a foot away from me. He dropped the axe. His hand rolled up into a fist. “So then what is it? You like the sense of power? You like sucking off that?”

“I bet you wouldn't be complaining if I was sucking something.”

“Yeah?” Finn grabbed between his legs. “Get on your knees then. I own you now, Shayna. Remember that. Your body. My dick. That’s what is going to get us out of this shit.”

“You said you were going to think of a plan,” I said.

Finn put a hand to my face. His fingers stroked my wet hair. His other hand was still between his legs. His hand slipped behind my neck and he pulled at me. I thought we were going to kiss but we didn’t.

“You owe me one,” Finn growled. “And I expect to know everything about you soon. If not, you’re f*cking dead to me.”

I reached down and put my hand to Finn’s. I squeezed his hand over his dick.

“Anything you want,” I whispered. I put my lips to his neck and kissed. “I swear, Finn. You can trust me.” I then looked at Finn. “In my heart, I’m not engaged, okay? I’m not with anyone. You know this life. You know what we have to do sometimes.”

“So then what is it?” he asked. “What put you in it?”

The truth, Shayna. Just start giving up the truth.

“My sister,” I said. “That’s what did it. The last I heard of her, she was with Zander. And I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“You’re doing all this for your sister?”

“This part? No. I didn’t plan any of this, Finn. I don’t know why I did what I did to end up here, with you. I just lost my mind for a second.”

“But you still want to find your sister?”

“Yes. I want to know the truth of her.”

“You could take your hand off my dick now,” Finn said with a grin.

I took my hand away and felt my cheeks burning red. “Oh. Sorry.”

Nobody knew about Sasha. It was my deep and dark secret. It was something that could be used against me. Now I’d give up a piece of that to Finn.

He touched my hair again. “Please get inside, sweetie. You’re going to get sick out here with wet hair.”

“You know that’s all a lie, right?”

“Most of life is a lie.”

My mouth opened, but I had nothing.

That was the damn truth.

I stared at Finn and wondered what part of his was a lie. A little of him? Or all of it?