15. Chapter Fifteen #2
“Because I’ve been used and abused by men since I was a child. You’re just another one who thinks he can tell me what to do. But my dad is the only person who has ever made me feel safe. Him and Dante. And now you’re going to keep me from them forever? I don’t like that.”
“Suck it up, princess. We all have to do things in life we don’t like.”
“Not when you’re kidnapped. Make peace, Finn.
Or our life together is going to look like this.
Constantly fighting. On the run. Me worried when the day comes I’ll find you dead.
Worried that some other insane hitman is going to find me.
I just want to feel safe and you can’t give that to me. You’re the opposite of safe.”
Finn goes quiet and stares down at me for a long moment before he backs away. “Fine. But I’m going to go kill that fucking hitman so you can feel safe. You don’t need your daddy and Dante to do that for you.” He storms out of the house.
I sit back down, all the energy drained out of me and pick up the gun and point it at the door. It’s going to be a long day.
Finn
I need to fucking kill Sal already.
I go back to the house where I saved Aria from. When I enter, I find it completely dark. Nobody is there.
I settle on the couch and wait to see if Sal will return. I wouldn’t be surprised if the fucker has security cameras. He probably can see me. If he wants to end this fight, then he needs to show up.
I can’t risk Aria’s safety like that again. Even though she annoys the fuck out of me, I care for her like I’ve never cared for anyone before outside of my mom and brother. She has wedged herself into my heart and I can’t seem to get rid of her.
I don’t want to.
I find it exhilarating fighting with her. How she stands up to me with that little defiance in her eyes. The way she looks so fierce as she yells at me. It makes me hard just thinking about it.
No woman has ever had this hold on me. I don’t mind that Aria does but now I’m struggling on what to do next. I need to kill Dante and Erik but if I kill Dante, Aria will never forgive me.
That leaves Erik. Maybe if I just kill him, it will weaken Dante enough that I won’t have to kill him. It will please Viktor if Erik is dead and I can work with him to gain power.
There. problem solved.
Of course, Dante will probably still come after me for killing Erik. He and Erik have a lucrative thing going on. Dante will be pissed when he loses out on power if Erik is gone. But that’s a problem for another day.
In the meantime, I wait for Sal to arrive.
I know he wants me dead. I know a man like him will not be able to resist coming to me.
It takes hours but I eventually hear footsteps on the front porch. He doesn’t open the door. I keep my gun ready.
Then his footsteps recede.
What the fuck is he doing?
It takes a few seconds but then I hear him near the back of the house.
I spin around just in time as Sal fires off his gun. A bullet zips by my head but I duck behind the couch just in time.
Sal is in the doorway to the living room, having come in through the back door. I knew he’d play dirty.
“You really thought you could kill me?” Sal asks. “You thought I’d be stupid enough to come through the front door? I’m disappointed, Finn. I expected better of you.” He fires multiple rounds into the couch, preventing me from even moving. Sal is a good shot. If I make a run for it, he’ll kill me.
So, I just have to kill him first.
The second there’s a break in the shooting, I peek my head up and aim my gun at him. The bullet lands in his shoulder but doesn’t knock him back, Sal only gives me a savage grin as he fires his gun once more.
I duck back down. His footsteps get closer and closer. Fucker thinks he can corner me back here. Well think the fuck again.
The moment Sal reaches the couch, I jump over it and kick him in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. He only fires at me some more but I manage to run out of the way and avoid getting hit. I turn my gun back onto him but my shot misses as he scoots back.
I pull my trigger once more… and find that I’m out of bullets.
Sal’s smile is savage as he pulls his own trigger.
And nothing comes out.
“Looks like we’re in the same predicament,” I say, tossing my gun to the side as I run at him. Sal does the same, limping as he runs, and we meet in the middle of the room. Our bodies crash into each other and we fall to the ground.
We punch and kick and scratch as each other as we roll around. One of us is going to win. It’s going to be me of course. I will not let this fucker win just so he can get his hands back on Aria.
“How’s your wife?” Sal asks, landing a solid punch to my cheek. That’s going to bruise. “Does she miss me? I sure do miss my little plaything.”
“How’s your dick?”
“What?”
“I’m going to cut it right off you when I kill you.” I hit him in the nose and he jerks back. “Or maybe I’ll torture you first. Cut off your dick and feed it to you and then kill you.” I get on top of him and rain punches down onto his face.
What I’m not expecting for is for Sal to have a knife.
He goes to plunge it into my side but I roll off of him just in time.
He swipes at me and I have no choice but to back up.
He manages to cut my arm, leaving a trail of blood behind as I run around the room.
Fucker. I don’t have a knife. I only had my gun.
I’m off my fucking game because of Aria and I don’t like that one bit.
Sal is savage as he lunges at me with his knife. It almost gets me. If he stabs me in the stomach, I’m a goner. I’ll never get to save Aria. I’ll never get to see my mom again. I’ll never get to make amends with Aiden.
Fuck. I don’t want to die here.
Taking Sal down is going to be harder than I thought.
I’m a prideful man and I hate admitting defeat but right now, I know in my gut that I’m not going to win this fight. And if I want the chance to save Aria, I need to leave and get back to her before Sal can find her again.
The moment my back is to the front door, I quickly run backwards and out of the house.
Sal chases me to my car, which I parked down the street. I open the car and dive inside but Sal is right behind me. He tries jamming the knife towards my face but I kick him in the stomach and send him to the ground. I shut my door and start the car and drive away before Sal can get me.
I see him in my rearview mirror on the ground, laughing his ass off. Fucking crazy person. I’m the one people usually call crazy. The irony is not lost on me.
I make it back to the house and stumble inside without announcing myself. Adrenaline is coursing through me. My arm is bleeding and I don’t fucking care. I just need Aria and only her.
A bullet wizzes right by my head and I drop to the floor. “Aria, what the fuck?”
“Sorry,” she squeaks. “But you didn’t announce yourself. I just heard someone. My hands reacted on instinct.”
I push myself up and go over to her, ripping the gun out of her hands. I’m breathing heavy.
She squints at me. “Are you ok? Did you kill Sal?”
“I don’t want to talk about Sal right now,” I growl before I grab her face and slam my lips against hers. Aria gasps and goes still. I press my lips harder into hers and then Aria begins to relax into my touch.
My hands dig into her waist as I draw her in close to me. Aria grips the back of my neck, her fingers digging into my skin. It feels so fucking good.
“I need you,” I say against her lips. “I’m tired of waiting. I want you to be mine.”
“Finn, you don’t get to just come in here and -,”
“Be mine .”
Her eyes search mine for a moment before she nods. “Ok.”
“Good.” I kiss her again and pick her up around the waist. Aria doesn’t object as I carry her to the bedroom and toss her onto the bed.
“I’m still hurt,” she says.
“No you’re not. You just want to be treated like a princess but right now, what you need is to be fucked and fucked hard.” I pull her pants and underwear right down her legs. Aria gasps as her eyes dilate. She wants this as much as I do.
I practically rip her shirt and bra off her as my lips find her breasts. I need to kiss her. I need to touch her. To fuck her. To make her fully mine.
Aria moans when I bring my hand between her legs, getting her wet. I know she’s a virgin and needs to be ready to accept my cock. God, I love that I’ll be her first. That I’ll be the only man to ever touch her.
She bucks her hips into my hand. I love seeing her let go. It’s a beautiful sight to behold.
“You like this, dirty girl?” I grind my palm harder against her pussy. Aria whimpers and clutches the bedsheet. “Hold onto me or your breasts,” I order. “Not the fucking bed.”
Her hands find my shoulders and she draws me in closer.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I rub my fingers along her clit. It’s swollen and puffy. Perfect. “Do you like this?”
“I don’t have to answer that,” she gasps out as her eyes flutter closed and her hips buck up to reach my palm.
“You do. I can tell you like it. Just tell me. Just fucking tell me.”
“I like it,” she moans, dropping her head back.
“Good.”
Then I insert my finger inside of her. Her inner walls immediately clench down onto my finger. Fuck.
“It hurts a little,” she whines.
“Pleasure is nothing without a little bit of pain.” I nip at her neck. I could devour all of her if I could. Consume her until there was nothing left. “You need to be ready for my cock. Have you ever put your fingers inside of you?”
“Yes,” she admits.
“Bad girl.” I grin down at her until she grins back.
My finger pumps in and out of her. I can’t wait until that’s my cock. Just a little patience and we’ll be there. Normally, I would just plunge my cock right into her but I don’t want to be selfish with Aria. I want her to enjoy it just as much as I will.
“Spread your legs wider,” I order and she does as I say. I manage to slip another finger inside of her. Seeing her get stretched out is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Oh,” she moans. Her hips are going wild. Her lips are open. Her cheeks are flushed. God, I could fall in love with this girl.
“Come for me, princess. Come for me right now.” I thrust my fingers into her harder.
It does the trick.
Her body trembles its release as she moans and breathes heavy. Once she’s done, I remove my fingers.
“You’re ready for my cock now.”