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Finn actually tsks at me through his nose and clasps both of his hands behind his back.
“I haven’t shown any interest in you yet, have I?” I press on. “This arrangement was made between our fathers. Mine…is gone. There’s no reason to keep this progressing any further.”
“You shot my brother.”
Ugh…
“He was about to shoot my brother in the back of the head,” I counter sharply, trying not to feel remorseful for my actions. “Is that what you O’Clery’s do? You come up from behind people and kill them? That’s what you did to Enzo. And before he could react, you already had a gun in your hand.”
Finn doesn’t react nor flinch at my words, prompting my brain and mouth to link up and spew some more.
“At least Enzo had some honor.”
I don’t know that.
And his actions didn’t support that either; however, it sounded better to give him some sort of credit. “I was going to be a mafia wife. Someone that was going to head the family and group of the Bianchis. You’re just the middle child that’s going to be a nobody your whole life.”
Even to my ears, my words are hurtful and passive-aggressive, but I wish to know what Finn is going to do and what I’m possibly working with. If he believes I don’t desire him, his position, or his family, maybe I have a shot here.
Or I’m getting shot.
Either way, my ending is bleak and does not appear too promising.
“I can tell you don’t want a wife,” I quip. “I don’t blame you. We don’t know each other, and I would be boring.”
“Would you?”
I bob my head to confirm the fact, even though it sounds as though he doesn’t buy it. “Yes. We might be part of Irish families, but that’s all we have in common. And, even though I highly doubt you’ll allow me to oversee my father’s funeral, at least have some decency to permit the man his final resting place.”
Nothing.
And he’s driving me absolutely freaking crazy.
“Untie me, Finnegan O’Clery.”
Nodda.
“Rightnow. You can’t keep me here; I’m worthless to you.”
I shouldn’t have said that, but I’m working with nothing right now.
I’m not sure if he’s thinking of using me as leverage against my brother, but even if he is, what will he gain? He can’t be as clueless as to think Cillian is going to give his life up for mine. He’s the head of the Kincaid family now.
“Then stop staring at me and leave,” I bark out because I’m not going to continue to beg this man. “I don’t want you here. I shot your brother because he was about to kill mine. You would’ve done the same, so don’t chide me about what I did. He’s my family,mybrother.”
Finn begins to pivot on his heels, obviously done with my ranting and the need for some solitude, but I guess I’m not fully done with my word vomit.
“You can’t make me marry you.” Finn stops on a dime and remains there for a full second before turning back around and falling straight into my sight once more. “I won’t. If you think keeping me here as a hostage is going to work in your favor, it’s not. I will find a way out of here. I’m not going to stay locked in one of your rooms while you all figure out what the best course of action is going to be. I won’t be your wife. I will never be yours, and you might as well just take your pride and release me.”
“You’ll try to escape?” He asks the question in this low, slightly curious tone that almost sounds as though he’s hurt by the sentiment.
There’s no way he is.
Finn may not be a talker, but I know he’s not stupid.
He’s a wild card, someone that is extremely hard to read, and I’m playing with fire, hoping not to get burned and singed in the process.
“Iwillescape,” I promise as confidently as I can. “I’m not staying here. I need to be with my family. I want to go home.”
