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Fynn doesn’t want more, how could he? I’m scarred now. Tainted. Forever etched into his mind as a battered woman.
I don’t know why that irks me so much. I don’t want to get into a relationship with him, or with anyone, but I also know he’s looking at me like I’m more than that.
Like I mean something to him. Like I matter.
Yeah, a friend,my mind reminds me once more.That’s all he’ll ever be.
“Are you gonna eat any of those donuts?” He nods to the bag sitting between us, untouched.
I start to laugh, even though it hurts my ribs. “Yes.”
“Well, can you hurry up? Getting old over here.”
Fynn makes everything better, just by being himself.
“Bossy,” I mumble.
“Right back at ya.”
4
FYNN
THE PREVIOUS DAY …
The fucker finally comes home,and our guys grab him quickly.
I can’t say I’m pleased about having to wait days on end. To make matters worse, Sage keeps asking if our paths have crossed, probably because she knows Cam’s ass is mine the second I get ahold of him.
Having to hide a few truths wasn’t part of the agenda, but the less she knows, the better.
She’s holding up okay, considering everything. My anger, however, hasn’t subsided; it grows over the coming days like a wildfire. Soon, it won’t be able to be contained. I feel it in every fiber of my being.
The dipshit is tied up and strung out at the warehouse, where Angelo’s head soldier, Darko, watches over him and the new brawn in our operation, Rocco. He’s a friend we’ve known for a long time, and he’s just come out of the military. He also likes to torture the bad guys.
Unfortunately for him, I will be the one administrating whatever punishment I deem fit. I don’t even want any answers from him, even though he begs the minute he sees me and Angelo.
“Well, you’ve got full reign over this one,” Angelo tells me, folding his arms over his chest as we enter the office with the two-way mirrors.
I swallow hard. I’ve been here before, but not at this capacity. It’s never been so damned personal.
“The guy looks like a real dick.” Rocco walks toward us, cracking his knuckles. “Sure you don’t want me to start him off?” He tips his head to me. It’s obvious he wants to take a few swings.
“That won’t be necessary.” I shake my head. “This fucker is all mine.”
It’s then the asshole decides it’s his turn to speak. “What are you all whispering about over there?” His voice lacks any confidence. “Different ways to kill me? … if you’re gonna to kill me, assholes, just get it over with.”
I laugh, walking toward him. “You seem to have a lot to say for a dead man,” I snarl at him, kicking his chair with my foot. “Not so tough now, are you, big guy?”
“Look…” He tries to reason with me. “I never meant to hurt her… I took some bad shit. It wasn’t my fault.”
“You broke her fucking ribs!” I bellow. “You left her black and blue, you think that was a nice thing to do? Especially to somebody like Sage. You don’t fucking deserve her, you never did.”
He shakes his head. “I would never hurt her. I told you, the shit was bad …”
I see red and yank his head back with my hand and punch him square in the face as he howls. “How fucking dare you!”
He has genuine fear in his eyes as his head bounces back.
