Page 89 of Resurrection

I swat his hand away. “Eric. Don’t.”

“Relax, Carys,” he mutters. “You’ve always been an easy lay. Don’t start being a prudish bitch now.” His hand catches a tie, and he yanks on it.

“Take your fucking hands off her,” Finn growls from the doorway.

Eric whirls toward the sound of Finn’s voice, and I breathe a sigh of relief seeing him standing there. I draw the two sides of my robe together and step around Eric.

“It’s inevitable, Carys. If you want your baby, you’ll say yes. We’re a package deal.”

In the entryway, Finn clenches and releases his fists. He lets me slip past, but I don’t go too far. I’m afraid of what he’ll do.

Before I can grab his arm, he storms Eric and wraps his hand around his neck, pressing him up against the wall. Eric lets out a startled noise.

“I’m thinking something might be inevitable. But it won’t be Carys saying yes to you.” Finn’s voice, low and dangerous, sends a shiver down my spine.

Eric meets Finn’s challenge with his customary ignorance. “We’ll see.”

His sense of self-preservation is lacking.

“I’ll kill you before I let you lay another hand on her. You think you’re the only person with Russian contacts? You think you can threaten her, and I’ll just let it go? Inviting me here was a pompous, idiotic mistake.”

“Finn.” I ease my hand across his shoulders. The more Eric fights back, the angrier he’ll get. He’s used to eliciting fear. Eric should be pissing himself. At my touch, Finn’s shoulders lower, his grip on Eric easing.

“Come on,” I say. “Come on. Come with me to our room. Lucas is in here. Not in front of him, okay? I don’t want him waking up to this.”

Finn gives him a final shove, and Eric’s head thuds against the wall. “You stay the fuck away from her, or you’re dead.”

When we get to the doorway, Eric says, “Inviting you wasn’t a mistake. I wanted you to understand you can’t win. The honorable thing would be to let her go. Let her embrace what she’s always wanted. A real family.”

Finn tenses and turns. His face is murderous. I wrench on his arm, dragging him back to our bedroom. Pushing him in first, I close the door behind us.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Finn

Before the door clicks closed, I’m striding over to the dresser where I stashed my gun. I check how many bullets I have. A full clip.Perfect. I only need one.

“Finn,” Carys says from the doorway.

There are no words for the anger raging inside me right now. The warning in her voice is easy to ignore. He put his hands on her as though he was entitled to her body, as though she’s an object he can take and use as he likes. There is no fucking way I let that smug asshole get away with that.

When I get to the door, she’s pressed against it.

“Move.”

“No.”

“If I kill him, our problems go away.”

“They don’t. And if you think about it, you’ll know why.”

“I don’t fucking care. He’s not railroading you. He’s not forcing himself on you. None of that is happening—ever.”

“I love you, Finn.” She molds herself to me.

I close my eyes and try to block out the smell of her. When her hands slide around my waist and her ear is on my chest, I can’t hold onto my rage.

“I love you.” Her voice is muffled by my shirt.

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