Page 59 of Cruel Legacy

“Listen dumbass-”

“Quiet!” Michael’s buddy -what did he call him Zeus?- hisses at me and yanks my hair. He’s about to meet the business end of Clint too. I’m okay with leaving them all bleeding from various points on their bodies. The thought makes me smile.

“Whatever I’ve found is mine.” Michael says, dragging my attention back to the conversation.

Finn is now standing next to him, taking in the scene. “Righto. Finder’s keepers and all that.”

Thing one and thing two are still holding me down, and skinny is off to the side holding his nose. Finn’s eyes flash with something when they land on my shoulders. Then just like that, his face is impassive once again. He turns back to Michael, and says, “You know I’m a reasonable guy. How about we trade?”

What is this shit?

Michael snorts, “Trade? What do you have that’ll be better than the blow job I’m about to get from this bitch?”

These fucktards arenotabout to barter over me like I’m not even here, so I answer. “How about your pathetic dick remains in one piece?”

Finn’s gaze snaps to me, an exasperated look on his face. “Quiet, Pet.”

“Eat my ass, Finley.”

“Nowmydick is hard.” He mutters to himself, but he’s close enough that I hear him. He turns back around and says, “Old friend, you sure you don’t wanna trade?”

“We’re not friends,Finley.” Michael says, mocking my use of his name.

The gasp Finn makes is dramatic as fuck. I can’t hold back my snicker at his theatrics. “Well, you can’t say I didn’t try to be diplomatic about it.”

He drops the teasing tone. His voice is like steel when he says. “Now we’ll takeher andwhatever fun trinkets you have on you.”

Michael stammers. “Wha- What?”

“You heard me. You’re down here, and Zeus has on his trusty little backpack. That means you were out on frat business. We’ll take whatever your challenge item was, and you get to go back to school with considerably fewer bruises than I’m currently planning to inflict on you.”

Michael sweeps his gaze across the alley again. “What we? It’s justyouFinn.”

The flash of fear I saw is gone, now that he’s confirmed that whatever he was looking for isn’t here. My guess is he was checking for Holden and Pax since they’re usually tied together at the dick. Sensing Finn is no threat, he pulls himself up taller. It’s comical. Real easy to be a tough guy when he and his friends outnumber his opponent.

Finn sighs, “Yes, and that’s too bad.For you.Because that means there’s nobody here to rein me in.”

There’s a flash of steel, and for just a second, I’m impressed with how quick he is. It’s like he summoned his blade from thin air. It lands right at Michael’s feet, and somehow he’s got another one at his throat. “Don’t for one-second think that I won’t gut you before your boys even have a chance to make a move. Before you’re even done bleeding out, I’ll have made a call to deal with anyone or anything that may question my version of events.”

The blood leeches out of Michael’s face. There’s clearly some underlying meaning behind Finn’s words. Mike grabs the bag from Zeus and starts pulling stuff out of it, shoving it against Finn’s chest.

Finn looks over at the two meatheads still behind me. They realize they’re no longer in control of this situation, and back up, giving me space to get to my feet.

I leave Clint in my shoe, since it doesn’t look like I’m gonna need it tonight. But that doesn’t mean these jerks are getting off easy. I stalk over to them, hands clenched at my side. I’m gonna give them matching nose jobs. Before I can deck Zeus, I’m snatched off the ground and dragged away.

“Come along, Pet, you’re making me late.”

“Call me, pet, one more time.” I say, as I wrench myself out of Finn’s hold, turning to confront him.

He stalks forward, probably expecting me to back up. I don’t. I stand my ground and crane my head back to look him in the eye.

“Pet.”

I strike out to punch him in the face, but he ducks and spins me around so my back is to his chest, my arms pinned to my sides. “Now I’mreallyhard.”

He grinds against my ass, proving his point. My eyes flutter closed. I have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I don’t want him to think what I’m feeling has anything to do with him. I’m only reacting like this because it’s been a minute since I’ve had anyone pressed against me, and all that knife wielding was hot as sin. It’s the circumstances that have me horny. Not the person.

I’ve seen Finn’s dick twice. He likes to hang out naked on his balcony, and despite what I say, it didn’t look tiny. Feeling him up against me just confirms it.

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