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I can’t—
My eyes fall on the glint of silver from the fallen man’s gun, taunting me to take it and order control.
At lightning speed, I reach for it, clutching the grip hard in my palm. A spew of familiar curses hit my ears then and it’s easy to find my brother.
With a man sneaking up from behind him.
Almost suicidal even.
Father’s men have shifted to the right-hand side of the room while the O’Clerys are on the left. It’s like a battlefield with no trees and barely any cover but the long table Cillian and another man are currently camped out at. Food is wasted and scattered everywhere, but that’s not my main concern.
It’s the moment that Arlo raises his handgun and points it toward the back of my brother’s head that has me losing my breath.
It’s the simple fact that he’sstandingin the middle of the room without any protection, trying to take out someone from my family.
Without hesitation, I raise my newly acquired weapon and aim.
Then I mindlessly yank on the trigger.
Arlo’s body jolts back when I pull on it again, hitting him a second time before I’m on my feet in the next minute and sprinting for the door.
My heart is swallowed up in my chest, and my lungs burn with the amounts of oxygen my body is trying to heave in.
I’m through one set of doors through the large foyer where two men are laid along the floor. My first thought is to help and get them to safety, but that’s a split moment before my body is slammed into and taken down to the dark hardwood floors.
My knees hit first before pain radiates through my legs and my breathe is knocked out of me next. The massive weight that just toppled on top of me doesn’t move, pinning me to the floor as two close-ranged shots go off.
I wince from the sound before I’m ripped around and laid out on my back, only to face the man that has caused nothing but fear to course through me since the first night we met.
Dark blue eyes anchor me in place as Finn straddles me at my hips, glowering down at me like the biggest waste of space in the world.
My gun whips around to point at his face, but he’s quick to latch onto my wrist and snap it, causing another wave of discomfort to shoot rapidly through my whole arm.
I squeal out in agony as the weapon falls freely from my grasp with a loud and hopeless thud, but I’m not done yet.
I’m far from it.
With my feet, I shove my body forward to get out from his body and receive his fingers coiled into the fabric of my dress. He points his weapon at me, but I bat it away, unafraid that he’s going to shoot me here because all I can focus on is getting free.
If he was going to kill me, he would’ve done it while I was running away. Instead, he’s going to question me first on the plans of what went down and why.
No clue.
However, my brother and father are both stupid as hell for pulling something as desperate as this because we’re intheirhome and clearly outnumbered.
I think.
Finn holds me in place from being able to slide out from underneath him, but I notice that he doesn’t use the gun this time.
In fact, he wraps his hand around my face and squeezes hard.
“Wife.”
8
FINN
She shot my brother—twice.
