“Are you fucking kidding me?” Finn growled.
Fiore took out a gun and pointed it at me. “Does it look like I’m fucking kidding?”
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
I hurried and fumbled with the box, my hands shaking as I tore it open. I took out one of the tests and was just going by what I saw on TV on what to do. It wasn’t that hard, right? Just… pee on it.
“Get it good,” Fiore said. “Then you wait a few minutes and check.”
“I can’t do this in front of people,” I said.
“Turn around,” Fiore said. “Face the wall. Squat over the toilet that way.”
I did as I was told. I was freaking terrified. I stared at the wall, my legs spread as far as I could over the toilet. I bent my knees and put a pregnancy test between my legs. It was uncomfortable and straight up embarrassing.
Of course, my body froze up.
Stage fright.
“Come on!” Fiore rumbled.
“I can’t!” I yelled to him. “Don’t point a gun at me.”
I looked back and Fiore lowered the weapon. Finn then crept toward me. He reached for the sink and turned on the water. He then put a hand to my shoulder and kissed my cheek.
“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” he whispered. “I promise, no matter what, it’ll be okay.”
I felt the urge to pee growing. I looked at Finn. “Don’t touch me when I’m trying to pee. It’s weird.”
Finn smiled and backed away.
I had to do it. I had to pee in front of Finn and Fiore.
I shut my eyes and readied myself. The rushing water from the sink was helping. I tried to picture a waterfall and all that did was make me imagine Finn standing in water, naked, slowly rising up from the water to show me the lower half of his beautiful body.
I shook my head.
And then I started to pee.
All over the test. I kept going and going and I brought out my shaking hand and put the cap on the end of it. I placed it on the sink, flushed the toilet, and side stepped to the sink to wash my hands. My cheeks were apple red and when I looked in the mirror, I saw the reflection of Finn and Fiore staring at me.
“Leave me alone for a second,” I said.
They both left the bathroom.
I then stood there, really taking in the magnitude of what I had gotten into. I had learned to control my emotions being near Zander. He wasn’t against hitting a woman. Or killing a woman. So no matter what happened with him or near him, I had to stay cold. Even when he gave me the engagement ring. He wanted me to be near him, only his, wanting to marry me, fuck me, and then leave me for someone else.
But staring down at the pregnancy test messed with my head. This wasn’t about me finding my sister. This wasn’t about some kind of hopeful dream that I didn’t know actually existed. It was beyond how I felt for Finn and if what we had was truly real.
This was about a baby. About my body. The fact that I had been… forced… not by Finn. No. He was caring, gentle, rough in a romantic way. My body craved him like I never experienced with another. I wanted him inside me. Maybe I even actually wanted the test to be positive and be with Finn for the rest of my life.
I looked at the bathroom door.
It wasn’t possible.
Not with Fiore. Not with what he wanted. There was no escaping it. He wanted to replace a grandchild he lost.
I looked back down to the test.
The result was there.
I was…
33.
(Finn)
I looked at Fiore and thought about killing him. It was the first time that really went through my mind. The man had really done a lot for me, but at the same time, I was just a toy to him. He’d throw me into a circle, hope I’d win a fight, and then I’d get money.
Now, what he was doing to Shayna, that was just wrong. And it was something that burned deep inside me because I was the one not only fucking her, but offering myself to her. Meaning I could be a goddamn father in…
A few seconds?
“This better work,” Fiore remarked. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Why not just take him out?” I asked. “Jesus Christ, Fiore, just take Zander out. Find Mara another man. Show her the right way to grieve.”
Fiore looked me dead in the eyes. “You’re nothing but Irish filth, Finn. Like an abandoned puppy in a sewer, that’s how I found you. I picked you up, cleaned you off, and made you into something. Don’t fucking turn on me.”
“I’m not,” I said. “But Shayna didn’t…”
Fiore grinned. “You like her, huh? You like that body. You like those tits. Of course you do. But you’re really falling for her. So you know what else I’ll do for you? The moment she heals from this pregnancy, it’s all yours, Finn. Have ten fucking kids.”
“Fiore… why?”
“Because Mara wanted you,” he admitted.
Then there was silence. Dead silence.
His eyes burned at me. The man was angry at me.
He slowly lifted his gun and jabbed it against my stomach.
~
“She wanted you,” Fiore said. “Completely unacceptable and disgusting. My girl? My baby girl? Fucking some dirty Irish fighter?”