Page 29 of Finn

Well, fuck that.

If our vows mean nothing to him, then the loyalty I’ve been raised to have toward my marriage and our image means nothing to me.

I march out of the small room where Finn demanded I wait for him and into the large, brightly lit basement where a few people still linger about. I spot my husband walking in from a side door, shaking out his hand. He heads to the bar and signals for the bartender. The young woman loads a towel with ice and hands it to him before a woman with long blonde hair and a short-as-hell dress runs over to him and takes his hand, examining his knuckles.

And I see fucking red.

I march over to him and throw the gold band at his face.

“Fuck you. You don’t dictate what I do or where I spend my time,” I spit at him.

The blonde playing nursemaid turns to me with a sour look on her face.

“Excuse you. Who the hell do you think you are?”

Before I can think better of it or consider the consequences of my actions, my fist goes flying straight to the girl’s nose. She stumbles back on her high heels, her hands immediately clutching her nose, which now has blood pouring out of it and down the front of her gaudy-as-hell dress.

“I’m his wife.”

“You’re fucking insane,” she screeches and runs toward the stairs leading up to the bar.

Finn stands to his full height, towering over me.

“I think it’s time to go, Alessia.”

“I don’t have to go anywhere with you,” I spit back.

I turn and see Enzo walking in through the door Finn did just moments ago. My husband locks eyes with my bodyguard and tilts his chin to the door Gemma and I entered the basement through.

“Enzo will take you home. I’m grabbing my things and I’ll meet you there.”

“I already told you—”

Finn leans down and puts his face level with mine. “Do not argue with me,” he says through clenched teeth. “Go home with Enzo.”

He turns around and heads to the locker room, leaving me staring after him with my jaw hanging open.

“Come on. The car is out front,” my bodyguard informs me.

Enzo leads me out of the basement and people stare as I walk by. I pay them no mind and allow Enzo to walk in front of me with my head held high.

The entire ride home, my hand is throbbing. When we turn onto the private road leading to Finn’s house, I notice headlights behind us. Finn must have been flooring it to catch up to us.

After Enzo opens the door for me, I step out, determined to make it to my room and lock the door before my asshole of a husband even steps foot in the house.

“Just so you know,” Enzo starts, “he hurt his hand beating the man’s face into a bloody mess.”

“What man?” I saw him fight. He knocked the Russian out cold before he demanded I meet him in the locker room.

“The man who grabbed you. Told him he'd better think twice before touching what doesn’t belong to him.”

I scoff. “I don’t belong to Finn.”

Enzo simply nods as Finn stops behind my car and throws his into park.

He steps out wearing slacks and his white dress shirt is only half done up, his jacket slung over his arm.

“We need to talk,” he growls before slamming his car door.

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