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But inside the cabin?

Christ, bad enough I had already touched her in the bedroom. Put her against the bathroom door and…

“Fuck,” I growled.

The living room. The fireplace. A fire behind me. Her in front of me.

None of it was supposed to go down like it did. It was me and Cormac together. We were the biggest and best fighters around. For each match he won, I won. We fought through everyone and everything, together. Rumors had been spreading like wildfire about me and him going at it. The ultimate main event. Two best friends, training together for years, finally fighting.

We agreed to hold off on it.

We had good reason because we were goddamn family. Close as brothers and damn near ready to be that. There was a plan in place for everything, too. Always a plan. Cormac loved to plan things. He loved to piece it all together and feel good about it. Then I watched all those pieces fall apart. One by f*cking one.

I grabbed the keys and started the truck.

Now what?

What was I going to do? Drive away? Leave Shayna to herself?

We were stuck together. We were supposed to just crash for the night and game plan tomorrow.

I thought about leaving until I saw Shayna rushing toward the truck.

Her silhouette danced in the headlights and then I saw her getting closer. Her hair danced out behind her. Wearing a t-shirt. Wearing those damn jeans that held perfectly at her hips. She got to the truck and I rolled down the window.

“I’m not leaving,” I said. “I just…”

“It is because of this?” she asked.

A second later, something hit my lap. When I looked down I knew what it was. I didn’t need to f*cking see it.

“Where did you find that?” I asked.

“It fell out of a picture frame you broke,” Shayna said. “You want me to tell you everything? I will. Anything you want, Finn. But why can’t you do the same?”

I looked at her. “It’s none of your f*cking business. You ran into this mess, not me.”

“You’re supposed to f*ck me, Finn. Get me pregnant, right?”

“Go inside and go to f*cking bed,” I said.

“No. Maybe I’ll go call Zander. Tell him everything. How does that sound?”

I grinned. “You do that, sweetie. Call up Zander right f*cking now. Tell him anything you want. But I can promise you this… whatever Fiore wants, he gets. I’m your safest bet no matter what. And if you f*ck with me or f*ck with Fiore, you’re going to end up dead. Trust me, it won’t just be a bullet through the back of your head either. Oh, no. It’ll be much worse than that.”

Shayna just stared at me. “Who was she?”

“Leave it be.”

“Where is she now? Is that why you’re like this, Finn? Why you’re one second okay and the next second kicking over end tables?”

“Go inside,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Did you love her? Did you use her? What happened?”

I looked at Shayna. “Don’t f*cking try to be anything other than what you are, sweetie.”

“Which is what?” she asked.

“A * to f*ck,” I said. “That’s why you’re with me. I need your * and you need my dick. That’s the only way we can survive. So unless you’re going to bend over, shut your mouth, and open your legs, then get the f*ck away from me.”

That did it.

Shayna’s eyes went wide. I could see the tears in her eyes, even in the darkness. She hugged herself and walked away. I watched her walk away, like a damn fool. I could not get involved. Not again. Not that same road. Not that same destination.

When Shayna was out of sight, I grabbed the picture and opened it.

It was taken right where the cabin stood now.

Shayna had found my darkest secret.

She had found out that my heart was not only capable of loving, but also capable of shattering.





18.


(Shayna)



I slept soundly without so much as a flicker of a dream. I woke to find someone at the end of the bed. And it wasn’t Finn.

I gasped and jumped back, sitting straight up. The room spun a few times because of the blood rush. My heart pounded.

A hand reached out with a gun in it.

All my mind could think was one thing - Zander.

He’d found me. He’d found us.

I looked to the door.

Finn was out there.

Oh, shit.

That meant Finn was dead. If Zander attacked, there would be no survivors. He and his crew prided themselves off creating bloody scenes. They’d kill someone and then shoot them a hundred more times just to make a bigger mess. They made it so the crime scenes were nightmares.

The person at the end of the bed turned.

It wasn’t Zander after all.

It was Fiore.

Finn’s boss.

“Good morning,” he said. “Did you sleep well?”

I exhaled. “Yeah, sure. Right. Good morning to you.”

Fiore eyed me and then smirked. “A little cold in here?”

I looked down and gasped. The t-shirt pulled against my breasts tight and my nipples were pressing through. Thankfully I at least had clothes on. Well, I didn’t have any pants on, but the lower half of my body was under the covers.