Game(23)

“Did they watch them have sex?” Shayna asked. “That’s overwhelming…”

“That’s how the family is,” I said. “Mara got pregnant really fast. Again, life is great. Then comes along baby Luca. A boy. Everything Fiore could have imagined. The bloodline would continue. Life was good.”

“Until it wasn’t,” Shayna said. “Right?”

“Exactly. Antonio stayed in the business, the life. I saw all of this from the sidelines. I rose up fast to become Fiore’s top fighter. I made him a ton of money. I brought in crowds. I brought in other fighters that I shouldn’t have been able to destroy and I did. I was an honorary part of the family. So I saw it all. I watched this darkness creep in between Fiore and Antonio. That darkness was Zander and his guys. They were running guns around Fiore’s territory. They started pushing drugs into the territory, creating a wave of crime and confusion that left Fiore struggling to keep up. Antonio wanted to go ahead and push back, but Fiore had a different vision. He was okay with a setback for a greater outcome. So he started to track Zander’s crew. Following them, finding their suppliers, their customers. Then he started to chop them off one by one. Killing them. It started to become a bloodbath.”

I took a breath. Right around that time was when I explained my own darkness. A darkness that I never climbed out of. I just learned how to hide it well.

“Did you kill anyone, Finn?” Shayna asked.

“No,” I said. “I was about fighting and nothing else. I never was brought into that side of the business. Then it all happened. The day it all changed. I had come off a real big victory. Got my face busted up real good. So I went to a bar to celebrate. I made Fiore a lot of money and he gave me a really nice kickback on it. Then the next morning I had two guys lifting me out of my bed and throwing me into the shower. They turned on the cold water and woke me up. I was still half drunk when they took me to Fiore. He was a mess. A complete mess.” I completely turned and faced Shayna now. “The night before, Luca had woken up with a fever. He was pulling at his left ear. So Antonio took him to the ER. Poor kid probably just had an ear infection. It was two in the morning. They were at a red light. A car got in front of Antonio and a woman was driving. She got out and started waving her hands, screaming, hitting the hood of the car. She tried taking her clothes off. She was messed up on drugs or something. Antonio got out and screamed that his kid was in the car, sick. The woman sped away. That little mishap there allowed someone to put the bomb under the car.”

Shayna gasped. “No.”

“Yeah. Two blocks later it detonated.”

The fire behind me popped loud. Shayna jumped. She touched her lips. “The baby…”

“Antonio and Luca. Gone. No chance.”

Shayna slowly sat down. “Zander did it?”

“Zander did it,” I said. “That was the real start of the war. Fiore lost his mind. Marie was off trying to help Mara. Each time Fiore pushed close to Zander, he fought harder. Zander had really positioned himself by taking out Antonio. So the war raged on. Fiore came to some of his senses and basically just took care of his territory. He kept Zander away and they have battled back and forth for years. But I know Fiore isn’t done grieving. I know Fiore wants to get his revenge.”

“And I’m that person now,” Shayna said. She collapsed to the couch. “I’m that person.”

I stepped to the couch and looked down at Shayna. I put a finger under her chin and lifted so her eyes met mine. “Yeah, you f*cking are. Because Fiore wants a child to replace the grandson he lost. And since you’re tied to Zander, it’ll drive the man nuts. We’re both in this, deep. Now tell me everything about yourself. Your sister. Everything.”

I waited for Shayna to talk, but instead, she lifted a hand and touched between my legs.

Goddamn… she found my weak spot… not that it was hard to find.





16.


(Shayna)



I didn’t want to talk anymore. I wanted comfort. I wanted to feel okay. I was tired of being a pawn in some sick game that I had nothing to do with. I thought about being outside with Finn. Standing there, face to face. The way he yelled at me and how it turned me on. The way he grabbed at his dick and the way I squeezed at his hand, wanting to feel him.

Now I was on my own. His hands were at his sides. My hand cupped the growing steel between his legs. My other hand touched his leg and slid up. When my fingers touched the muscle of his stomach, my body ignited. My fingers curled around the top of his jeans and pulled. It was nothing but smooth, hard skin.

Next thing I knew I tore his jeans open and my hand eased around the hardness of his dick. I pulled him free and sucked in a breath at the sight before me. My eyes then met with Finn’s and he had the cocky grin. He knew what he had to offer. He knew it had been a long time for me. So long I didn’t even want to try and think about the last time I experienced anything.

My hand slid up his rock hard shaft. I moved my hand over the head of his cock and stroked him down to his root. I squeezed, unable to fully grip his thickness. My other hand touched his stomach again. His muscles were everywhere, leaving my imagination racing to what he looked like fully naked.

As I inched forward, Finn let out a breath. My lips and mouth touched him. I welcomed him in and stroked him with my hand. I moved down his cock and pulled back, feeling all of him. I came off him and looked up. I couldn’t control my breathing. I couldn’t control my mind.