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I ring my purchases up and we hurry out. Well, I hurry Finn out. He doesn’t protest. I also toss Trenton’s phone in the garbage after I step on it, cracking the screen. Won’t need that anymore.
As soon as we’re back in the car and Finn has it started, I grab him by the hair and jerk him over to me. He hisses and whimpers, his hand wrapping around my wrist to reduce some of the pressure. I shake him off and he drops it, his wide, innocent eyes full of tears looking up at me pleadingly.
My cock thickens as I look at the display, wondering if that’s what he’d look like with his mouth stuffed full of my cock. I imagine those tears falling down his pink cheeks as he gags on me.
What the fuck am I thinking? I’ve never had these kinds of unbidden thoughts about a man, even after spending seven years locked up. Why Finn?
Snapping back to why I grabbed him in the first place, I say in as menacing a tone as I can, “Don’t think about trying that reckless shit again. Let me be perfectly fucking clear—I don’t give a fuck about killing you. You are a means to an end. If you keep fucking with me, I will get rid of you. Understand?”
“Yes. I’m sorry,” he cries and I want to lick his tears and taste his fear on my tongue. God, they make me so hard and I’m not sure why.
Letting him go, I push him into his seat so he can put his seatbelt on.
“We need new wheels,” I tell him when he pulls out of the Walmart parking lot. I busy myself with setting up the phone.
His face falls. “This is my first car.”
“Don’t give a fuck. We need something else. You’re a mechanic. I know you can hot-wire a car.”
Instead of crying like I think he will, his shoulders drop and he nods in resignation. “Okay. Can I ask something?”
“Go ahead,” I grunt. “Doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”
“What’s your name?”
Not what I expected. I figured he’d ask more shit about if he’s going to die and why I was doing this and blah, blah, blah. “Rax.”
“Like T-Rex?”
I scoff. “Can you hear? I said Rax. With an a, not an e.”
“Rax. Odd name.”
“So is Finnegan. A match made in fucking heaven, I suppose.”
His breath catches, but he doesn’t say anything as he gets back on the highway. We drive up a few more exits until we cross into Kentucky.
When I see the exit for the international airport, I have Finn go to long term parking. At least if I steal a car from there, it’ll be a while before the owner finds out it’s gone.
After we get out, I grab the gym bag I took from Trenton’s truck. It has his uniform, his belt, handcuffs, keys, and other bullshit he kept in there, including the clothes I have on and a few towels. I take one towel and hand Finn the other. “Wipe everything down. Don’t leave behind a single fingerprint. If I’m caught because of your carelessness, I will find a way to get you.”
Finn’s eyes go wet and glassy as he takes the material from my hand and start wiping. “It’s my car. Why should I have to wipe it down?”
“Because I said so. Stop asking fucking questions and get it done before I leave your body in your trunk.”
“You don’t have to threaten me, Rax,” he says in a trembling voice. “I’ll do what you say.”
I grunt and keep wiping. When that’s done, we walk up and down the aisles, trying not to look too suspicious. I check the tickets that are on most cars’ dashboards, looking for one that was parked within the past day or two.
After a minute, I find an older model car that doesn’t look like it has an alarm system. When I bump it and no alarm blares, I jimmy the lock open and incline my head to Finn so he can get in and do his thing. He doesn’t take long to pull down some wires and get it started. The tank is practically full, so we should be able to get to Mellbind, Tennessee in the next eight hours with only one stop to fill up.
Before we start the long drive, I lower the visor and pull out the makeup. I’m not sure what Finn meant by blending, but I try to figure it out.
“Let me,” he says, his hand out for the compact container. His hand is shaking slightly. I raise an eyebrow and he curls his hand into a fist. “I can apply the makeup, even though I’m scared shitless. I won’t fuck up. I don’t want to die.”
Nodding, I hand it to him and he turns towards me. With a trembling finger, he turns my head so he can see. “It shouldn’t take much for me to blend them. Five minutes, tops.” I tilt my head back and he gets to work.
I watch him while he works. He bites his lip and his eyebrows are knitted in concentration. There’s something about him that’s making me feel something. Could be his vulnerability. Or how good he looks with fear and tears in his eyes. Or the fact that he’s the first man I’ve looked at like this, with actual interest. It won’t go anywhere, but I let the feeling roll through me anyway. I haven’t felt much of anything in over seven years.
