Page 90 of Arranged Scars
“Nothing. I don’t know. What needs to change?”
“No more mask means you have to be yourself.”
I want to add,do you even know who that is?
But Finn’s answering smile sends a tingle into my core. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
He kisses me again. This time, it’s deep and firm. I let myself lose perfect moments in his lips. Seconds slip past and none of them matter. I’m so deeply embedded in this car with him, in every moment we’re together, and I think I’ve been looking at this all wrong.
It’s been about revenge. Killing my brothers for what they did to me.
But what if it’s about freeing myself from them?
In the same way that showing himself to his brothers seems to have freed Finn, maybe killing my brothers can do the same for me.
Our kissing doesn’t go too far. We’re in the middle of an important operation and we’re both aware that we have to be on our best behavior. But there is a part of me that wishes he’d drag me into his lap and sink his dick between my legs.
“I need to go check on Liam,” he says after another few minutes pass. He checks his watch with a slight grunt. “I think he’s behind schedule.”
“Are you worried?”
“Not yet, but I’ll feel better if I make sure he’s okay.”
“He’s a good friend, isn’t he?”
“One of the best. Stay here and don’t move.” Finn pushes open the door and gets out. “You’re safe. Just keep your head down.”
I watch my husband disappear into the night. He quickly crosses the street, walking with his hands in his light jacket. Liam’s on the other side of the building watching for any sign of Dermotcoming back and he was supposed to check in, but it looks like he’s slightly late.
It’ll be fine. Liam’s not putting himself in harm’s way. Not tonight, at least. I slump down in my seat, watching the building, and I almost scream when there’s a knock at the window. My heart’s racing wildly as I look over to find Finn’s brother Cormac peering in at me with that eerily calm stare of his, like the guy’s never felt an emotion in his life.
The Ghostman.The family’s murderer. I shiver and push that thought aside. He’s my brother-in-law.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, rolling down the window. Cormac climbs into the car instead. There’s a slight resemblance between him and Finn, but they’re also total opposites in a lot of ways.
“It’s done.”
“Seriously? All the boxes are planted?”
“All of them. Wasn’t difficult.”
“Dermot has some serious security?—”
Cormac stares at me. “Like I said. It wasn’t difficult.”
“Right. Great. Fantastic.” My pulse hammers in my chest. This is good news. We came here tonight to frame Dermot as planned. Cormac volunteered to go inside because apparently, he’s very good at this sort of thing. But why does it feel like something bad is happening?
“If I had known what they did to my brother, they would all be dead by now.”
He says this as if he’s reciting the weather, and I absolutely believe him. “I don’t think Finn wanted anyone to know.”
“You’d be dead too.”
I let out a soft grunt of fear and have to physically steady myself. “Uh, right, but what happened to him was before my time.”
“I know. I’m glad you married him. I’m not good at restraint. I would have burned your entire bloodline to the ground.” His lips press tightly together. “I still might.”
Jesus Christ, this guy’s intense. “I wouldn’t mind that, if I’m honest with you.”
