Page 89 of Burn It Down
Weeks’ worth of messages about where I was going, plans for the holidays, everything. A basic itinerary of what Finn and I would be up to with our family and friends.I’m an idiot!
The location app! It allowed Bree to access my phone to locate me. I had turned it off, but not the access to my phone. Bree had access to where I was going, what I was doing, and who I was doing it with. Didn’t need the locate app; the access the app gave Bree to my phone was better.
Bree had been able to read and delete messages before I ever even saw them. Certainly explained why the notes and texts got dirty when they did.
After gaining access, she saw the photos I sent to Finn. The way we talked to each other. Clearly it was not agreeable with how Bree obviously felt about me.
Just as my train pulled up, a barrage of images from Bree flooded my screen. Had I eaten lunch, I might have retched. Bree in our place. Well, Finn’s place.
From today.
I glanced at my watch. From fifteen minutes ago, to be exact. Lying in the bed I’d shared with Finn just hours earlier. I’d kill her.
“Charli,” I was talking fast and loud, but Charli kept up, “please get my brother and Diggs to the condo. Pretty sure my stalker is lying in my man’s fucking bed, waiting to catch one of us. Bitch thinks I’m clueless. I’ll kill her. Charli, I will kill Bree if she touches Finn.” A sob broke through my threat, and Charli laughed harshly.
“Not if Finn kills her first. It’s been Bree, like we suspected, then? We’re on our way, sweetie. Don’t do something you might regret. Be careful, Gigi.” I nodded as I sank into a seat on the train.
Ending the call, I went back to the messages. I was surprised about a lot of what I was finding out. Not truly surprised Bree had the brains and the cognition to pull it off, though.
Bree was cunning and slick as an oil spill. Bree played dumb for dick, not because shewasdumb. Clearly the girl had fooled me for a few months. For a few years, if I was being honest with myself.
The ride to our condo was full of plenty of realizations. Why Bree was so against my hooking up with Finn. How pleased she seemed when we broke up months ago. Bree clearly viewed Finn as a serious threat.
The stalking was proof enough of that; Bree had spent the last month and a half doing everything she could to tear us apart. Too bad it worked against her.
Despite realizing the truth about them being together once--God I hoped it was once, I didn’t care. The stalking had done nothing but push us closer. Force me to trust Finn and give him the chance to prove what I meant to him. So basically, an epic fail on her part.
“I love you so much,” Finn had cooed just hours ago, “I didn’t think I’d ever get to have this with you.” Finn spoke softly, full of emotion as he held me close, driving up into me as he made love to me.
“Me either. I wanted you for so long. I love you so fucking much, Finn. Please, baby.” I watched the emotion in his eyes as he kept me just on the edge of an orgasm.
The dirty, reckless fucking had always been hot. This new shit we did, though, was unlike anything else. Lingering kisses and arduous touches that felt like worship at my skin.
Love in his beautiful blue eyes, so crystal clear with emotion it was almost too much to look at him. To see him looking at me like I was his everything. Forever.
“I always loved you, Sweet Girl. Too much, sometimes. Never enough others. Now, I think I got it right. I fucking love you. Always love you.” Pleasure ripped through me, so powerful that if I didn’t have Finn holding me, I was sure I might rip apart.
Finn was always going to hold me together. Keep me centered on the right path. That camera had given me the courage to explore my passion. A few photo sessions with friends became a business.
When I felt uncertain or scared, Finn was there to remind me how beautiful he thought my work was. How beautiful he thought the way I saw the world was.
Finn thought we were beautiful too; as flawed and painful as the journey to get to us had been. The truth about Bree, for us both, could not change that.
Had I doubted that, her desperate attempts tonight might have worked. Instead, I knew we were fucking golden, and if I walked in on what I expected to, it would change nothing.
It was always going to be Finn and Gigi. No matter how littered with mistakes our path became. Or how much hurt we caused each other. Nor how many times we had to try to get it right.
We had gotten it right, at last. Finn was right. Bree could have those pieces of us she had taken; we didn’t need them to keep working.
Finding her naked astride him, moaning and cursing his name, rattled me if I’m being honest. I recovered quickly, though, because despite the twisted sheets and smell of sex, I knew better.
I looked at Finn--my Finn--and knew better. Still stung to watch his hands move over her naked body as he shoved her off him, pleading with me to believe him.
Of course, I believed him. Finn moved close and I pressed back into him, needing him to feel that. Not to doubt me or us again. We were fucking golden.
I twisted to glance up at him and his mouth crashed into mine. Desperate. Needy. God, I loved this man. He let me breathe. Filled my lungs and my soul with all the good he didn’t know he had to give.
“I fucking love you, Gigi.” Finn husked, throaty and uncertain.
