Game(47)

The result was there.

I was…





33.


(Finn)



I looked at Fiore and thought about killing him. It was the first time that really went through my mind. The man had really done a lot for me, but at the same time, I was just a toy to him. He’d throw me into a circle, hope I’d win a fight, and then I’d get money.

Now, what he was doing to Shayna, that was just wrong. And it was something that burned deep inside me because I was the one not only f*cking her, but offering myself to her. Meaning I could be a goddamn father in…

A few seconds?

“This better work,” Fiore remarked. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Why not just take him out?” I asked. “Jesus Christ, Fiore, just take Zander out. Find Mara another man. Show her the right way to grieve.”

Fiore looked me dead in the eyes. “You’re nothing but Irish filth, Finn. Like an abandoned puppy in a sewer, that’s how I found you. I picked you up, cleaned you off, and made you into something. Don’t f*cking turn on me.”

“I’m not,” I said. “But Shayna didn’t…”

Fiore grinned. “You like her, huh? You like that body. You like those tits. Of course you do. But you’re really falling for her. So you know what else I’ll do for you? The moment she heals from this pregnancy, it’s all yours, Finn. Have ten f*cking kids.”

“Fiore… why?”

“Because Mara wanted you,” he admitted.

Then there was silence. Dead silence.

His eyes burned at me. The man was angry at me.

He slowly lifted his gun and jabbed it against my stomach.



~



“She wanted you,” Fiore said. “Completely unacceptable and disgusting. My girl? My baby girl? Fucking some dirty Irish fighter?”

“I never touched your daughter,” I said. “I never would have, Fiore. You know that.”

“That’s why I needed Antonio. I brought him to cure the problem. But he f*cked me too.”

“How so?”

Fiore shook his head. “I want Mara to have your child, Finn. My gift to her. Something she’s always wanted. That’s why I need this to happen now. I get to Zander. I kill him. I give Mara the baby she wants. I get my grandchild back.”

“Think about what you’re saying. It’s crazy talk, Fiore. You’re…”

The bathroom door slowly opened. I took a risk and smacked Fiore’s hand away. The man looked ready to breakdown and cry. Something was not right inside his head.

“Sweetie,” I said to Shayna. “Tell me.”

She swallowed hard. “Not pregnant.”

I wasn’t sure how to feel. Relieved? Disappointed? My stomach was in a knot. I hurried to Shayna and grabbed her, hugging her tight. I felt her start to sob as she tried to hide it. Was she upset? Was she relieved?

“This is not good,” Fiore said. “Not good at all.”

I let Shayna go and turned around. Fiore was right there, the gun still in his hand. I wanted to hit Fiore. I wanted to f*cking kill him.

“You have to try harder,” Fiore said. “Fuck her twice as many times as you did already.”

His eyes were wide.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked, putting myself way too close to Fiore.

He swung at me, cracking the gun off my jaw. It hurt a lot and I moved left, trying to catch my balance. I stood and was ready to throw a left that would send Fiore back in time.

Shayna jumped between us. “Wait!”

“What?” Fiore asked.

“It’s not time yet,” she said. “Wait… from my last cycle… it’s not enough time. I mean, it’s there, okay? I feel it. I feel it, Fiore. Like these feelings inside.”

“What are you saying?” he asked.

“If you look at the box. It says weeks, Fiore. I need to be further along.”

“What?” I asked.

Shayna nodded. “I don’t know how to explain it. I feel it though.”

“You feel it,” Fiore said. He reached for Shayna’s stomach and smiled. “You feel it.”

“Just give it time,” Shayna whispered. “Not to be gross but I felt sick this morning.”

“Morning sickness?” Fiore asked, eyes wide. “I’ll have Marie make you her famous soup. Best Italian soup you’ll ever have. Eases your stomach and it’ll keep the baby happy.”

Holy. Shit.

I stood there in shock, watching as Shayna worked Fiore over. A minute ago we were going to go at it. Now we were as happy as a family again.

“Okay,” Fiore said. “You have two tests, Shayna. Give it a few days and try again, right?”

“Of course,” Shayna said. “Yes. I just… I don’t like using the bathroom in front of other people.”

Fiore burst into laughter. He grabbed Shayna’s cheeks and pinched them. “You are something.”

“Fiore, can you leave now?” I asked.

“No,” Fiore said. His eyes were back on me. “You, Finn, have something to do for me.”

“What?”

“That nice truck out there. You think that was free?”