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“I couldn’t stay away any longer. I had to see you. Had to make this right,” Damon said.
Finn’s stomach roiled. The items in his hands dropped to the floor, along with any hope he had of making things right with Charli. She’d lied to him. Laura had been right all along.
Her eyes met his—fear reflected back with her soft gasp.
Yeah. You’ve been caught.
He turned away without hesitation, slamming the door behind him as he jumped on his motorcycle. Knocking the helmet to the ground, he didn’t waste time picking it up. Instead he revved the engine and tore out of their driveway.
He pressed harder on the gas once he was on the long stretch of road, until houses whizzed by in a blur. Freezing wind lashed at his skin. Finn welcomed the numbing pain to quench some of the boiling rage tearing apart his chest. His shredded heart sent a bolt of searing pain through him with each haggard beat. Why did it hurt so much? Because I love her. Hot tears burned his eyes, blurring his vision. He shook his head and grit his teeth.
A truck passed on the other side of the road. A cop. Shit.
Red and blue lights lit up behind him as a siren wailed. Just what I fucking need. He slowed down and pulled to the side of the road, glancing back.
Bently opened the door to his truck and climbed out. Thank fuck.
“What the hell, man? Why are you going so fast?” Bently took off his aviators and stuck them in his pocket, his expression hard.
“Charli’s cheating on me.”
Bently’s eyebrows drew together. “What are you talking about?”
“Did you know? All this time?”
Bently held out his hands. “Whoa, whoa. Slow down. What happened?”
“I came home and there was a guy in my kitchen. She called him Damon.”
The blood drained from Bently’s face. “Damon is back?”
Finn nodded.
“And you left her alone with him!” Bently rushed to his truck. “Get in! Now!” His friend’s tone left no room for argument.
Finn parked his bike and ran to the passenger’s side before scrambling in and barely shutting the door as Bently whipped the car around.
“Did he have a gun or another weapon?” Bently asked, pressing the gas pedal to the floor.
“No, I don’t think so. Bently, what’s going on?”
“The last time she and her brother were in a room alone together he stuck a knife in her gut trying to get to you.”
Chills washed over Finn. Her brother? Panic gripped him like a vise. I left her with him. His wife and child were in danger because of his jealousy. Her brother. “Fuck!” He slammed his fist against the dashboard.
Bently shut off the sirens before they turned onto Finn’s street. He parked around the corner and slipped out of the car, drawing his gun. “Stay here.”
“Not a fucking chance.”
His friend ground his teeth. “Then stay the fuck behind me, and don’t do anything stupid.” He crouched low as he approached the house, saying something into his radio to dispatch about backup.
“I’m gonna peek in the window. See if I can locate them.” Bently continued towards the back. Finn pressed his back to the siding of his home and waited. Each second was an eternity crawling by.
“They’re in the kitchen at the table. I don’t see a weapon. I texted Charli. We’ll see if she can answer.”
Finn grimaced, guilt sitting in his stomach like a stone. “Her phone is broken. She won’t get the message.”
Bently let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m gonna knock and see what situation we have. He might talk to me. But you’d better stay here, out of sight.”
