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So why do I feel like I’m the one bleeding out?
Why does it hurt this much?
Maybe because for all the hell Finn Quinn has put me through, he’s never lied to me. He’s never blackmailed me. He’s never forced me to become someone I’m not.
He’s an asshole, yes. But he’s the devil I know. The devil I poke.
The guilt slithers through me like a blade under the skin, slicing deeper with every breath. If he doesn’t come back… If they bury him…
What does that make me?
But if he does…
If he finds out what I did…
God help me.
Because even if there is a part of me that screams it wasn’t worth it, my freedom is worth more than any man.
Chapter 9
FINN
Idon’t even knock. I just storm into the Commissioner’s office and let the door crash against the wall.
I’ve already sent Drago home to update my brothers on the situation. I should have been meeting my baby nephew, Liam, today. Not be here in this shithole dealing with bullshit charges.
Arrested for murder. In my own fucking hospital. Like hell would I be that reckless, to kill at my place of work.
It didn’t take them long to release me. But I’m pissed.
“Dr. Quinn.” He pushes himself up to stand, using the table for balance.
He’s a heart attack waiting to happen.
“Tim.” I glare, slamming the door shut behind me.
He’s wary of me. Always has been. For good reason.
Keeping calm, I pull out the chair opposite him and sink into it, leaning back, resting my foot on my knee.
“Sit,” I order.
He clears his throat and does as he’s told.
“Finn. Look?—”
I hold up my index finger to silence him and his piss-poor excuses.
“I’ve just spent nearly three hours locked up in a questioning room, Tim. For crimes, shockingly, I didn’t commit. Who gave the order to arrest me?”
Sweat beads on his forehead.
“I–I, I—” He stumbles over his words.
“You did?” I snap.
He shakes his head, face paling.
