This woman was bold, annoying as shit, but crazy pretty. And pretty crazy.
I walked around the truck and got into the driver’s seat. I touched the left side of my head. Now I’d have another mark to explain to Fiore. Not only had I gone to an illegal fight not sanctioned by Fiore, but I had fought, gotten hurt, won the fight, shot a few guys, escaped with bullets flying around me, and then got hit in the head with a gun by a beautiful woman.
That’s Finn…
I started to drive again.
Shayna had the gun at me the entire time.
“How far?” she asked.
“Far enough.”
“I have a gun.”
“I know that. Tell that to the side of my fucking head.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I freaked out.”
“Yeah, I got that part.”
“Finn, he’s a crazy man. Zander. He’s connected…”
“I’ll deal with all that tomorrow,” I said. “I just want to grab a shower and get some sleep.”
“Okay,” Shayna said.
We were in silence again. Then a small noise began. I moved my eyes to the right and saw her blinking away tears.
Christ, of all things now…
Under different circumstances I would have reached across and touched her leg. Squeezed her leg to see if she was ticklish. Said something flirty, dumb, or just plain inappropriate to get her to smile. But she was the one with a gun pointed at me. She was the one who wanted to command control. So fuck it. Let her cry her damn eyes out, I didn’t care.
I pulled up to the cabin and then pulled around to hide my truck. We were safe. That much I had to believe or else I wasn’t going to get a second of sleep. And I had a fucked up day waiting for me tomorrow. Hell, I was surprised that my cell wasn’t going crazy yet. A gunfight at an underground fight was big news to spread. Especially with me crashing another crew’s night.
What the hell was I thinking?
“Come on,” I said, “I’ll give you the tour.”
I got out of the truck and met Shayna at the back. She quickly lifted the gun again. We walked together to the front of the cabin. I never brought women here. This was a safety zone for me. I had worked my fucking ass off earlier in life to build this cabin. Because it had dreams attached to it. Dreams that were…
“Are we going inside or what?”
I looked back at Shayna. “Are you forcing me to open the door?”
“Yeah, maybe I am.”
I opened the door and flicked on the lights. We stepped inside. I hadn’t been there in a while. There was nothing special about the place other than what it was supposed to be.
Shayna stepped into the cabin and another switch flipped.
The one in my head.
This was my fucking cabin. This was my fucking home. And she was not going to run the fucking night.
Shayna looked at me and a wave of relief crashed upon her face.
Yeah, sweetie, home sweet home.
I turned, put Shayna against the wall with one hand and then grabbed the gun from her with the other hand.
“Now you’re mine,” I growled as my finger touched the trigger.
8.
(Shayna)
I didn’t know whether to say my last prayers or thrust forward at him. He was that close, that bold, and that goddamn sexy. And he had a gun on me. My gun. Well, the gun I took from Vale. The gun I had been pointing at him. The gun I hit him with.
“Finn…”
“No,” he said. His free hand touched my stomach. He didn’t do anything sexual, but everything about him oozed with sexual implication. “You’re going to give me what I want.”
His hand lifted my shirt. His fingertips grazed my bare skin. I shivered and my toes curled tight. He moved his hand around to my lower back and down. When his hand cupped my ass, I sucked in a breath. His hand touched the other side of my ass. Then around to my thighs and legs.
He was checking me. Not hitting on me.
I started to blush when he took his hand away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You like when I touch you?”
“Fuck you,” I said. “If you’re going to shoot, hurry up and do it.”
Finn inched closer to me. He smelled of fight and sweat. It was all man, all muscle, every sense of temptation that I did not need to face right now. I needed to escape. I needed to find somewhere to hide out until I could figure out what to do next.
“Why did you do that tonight?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I… he was going to kill you no matter what, Finn.”
“So you’re my savior now?”
“I didn’t say that. I just got tired of seeing him do that. And then he put me up as a prize. For what? So he could pass me around like some toy? No. I don’t do that. Maybe his other women do that stuff, but not me. I’m not a whore.”
Finn lifted the gun. My body tensed. I couldn’t get a sense of his eyes or what he would do to me. Half crazy, mostly sexy, and that was a deadly combination. He left my body raging to be touched again, but my mind tried to force sense into the situation.