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I took a step, then another, before realizing I was alone. Fin hadn’t stepped out. He met my gaze as I turned.
“Stay in the apartment, Anna,” he ordered as the doors started to close. “I’ll keep you—“
But then he was gone.
“I’ll keep youwhat?” I called, and rushed to the closed elevator doors.“I’ll keep you what, Finley?”
36
Finley
“Safe,” I said to the closed elevator doors. “I’ll keep you safe.”
I clenched my fists as my phone let out abeep.Guilt and desperation pushed to the surface as I dragged my phone free and glanced at the message.
Dad: Time is almost up, Finley…for you and the launderer.
I didn’t need to be a fucking genius to figure it out. First son or not, I’d be disowned.
But he wouldn’t do it outright. Oh, no. That wasn’t theSalvatore fucking way.I’d be shut out, frozen from any kind of family matters. I’d be my father’s son in name only, and that’d be all.
Instead of handing over the reins to me when it was time, he looked to my cousins, instead. My pathetic, spineless, weak fucking cousins who hadn’t done a damn thing to earn the fucking seat but be goddamn born.
The elevators doors opened. Be born. That’s what I needed to do.
But I wanted to be reborn anew, bathed in some motherfucker's blood…and take the seat for myself.
The thought of that filled me as I strode out of her building and pressed the button on my phone.
“Fin,” Max answered on the first ring.
“Alexi?”
“He’s in the infirmary,” my bodyguard answered.
“Playing the fucking victim? The man has reached an all-time fucking low.”
“No…he’s—”
“It doesn’t matter,” I cut him off. “I’m heading over there now.”
“Fin,” he started. “Have you spoken to your father about this?”
Have I spoken to my father?“No,” I answered.
“I just thought, seeing as how the launderer…”
My gut clenched. Panic shifted under my skin. “Not until I have something to go to him with, Max.”
“Of course,” he responded. “I’m here if you need me, Fin.”
He ended the call. Still, there was a bad taste in my mouth as I strode toward building one, a real bad fucking taste. I couldn’t ease that tension inside me, couldn’t stop the thoughts from racing through my mind as I headed toward the infirmary, to settle this once and for all.
The doors opened to building one as I came close. Deja vu hit me like a train as I strode along the hall, heading into the island's medical facility.
Baldeon’s death was a little too fucking real right now. A little too raw, as the echoes of my boots rang through the empty hallway. I hadn’t let myself think about him, not about the hole in the family he'd left behind, or as a…friend.If you could call us friends. More like comrades in the same bloody war. Sometimes those comrades were an ally…and other times, my damn enemy.
I lifted my head and pushed through the door to the infirmary. A faint murmur drew my gaze in the distance. The bastard was already whining like a fucking bitch. I clenched my fist until my knuckles strained. I guess it was lucky he was here.He’s was going to need a doctor by the time I was done.
