Page 3 of Unbreakable
Finn is a good man. One of the best I've ever come across. He is the protective brother I never had. I don’t know the exact number of women he has helped over the years-that number is irrelevant. What I do feel is he genuinely cares about everyone. I believe he sees his sister in the face of all of us he has helped keep alive and find a new beginning. His sister's case was a violent and tragic one, which is his story to tell, but he does all this for her-for himself, and I know we will forever be indebted to him. Finn will always be a part of my life, even after the mess I'm in straightens itself out. "It's getting late. Why don’t you sleep before you disappear on me," I offer. I know how far he came to get here and I know he drove.
"Use of your couch and something to eat would be great, but I need to head out early. I don’t want anyone to see me leaving here," he says to me as I get off the couch and walk to the refrigerator.
"I've got some leftover meatloaf in here. I can make us a sandwich?" I look at him.
"That would be great," he answers.
Surprisingly, he doesn't push the issue on Jake or Polson as we sit and eat our meal, which I'm grateful for.
"I met with Glory earlier today. Everything is good," he reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a cell phone and hands it to me, "I gave her a new one too. Give them a call on it and give me the other one so I can dispose of it." He keeps his hand open, waiting.
I walk over toward the front door and grab my phone from the inside of my purse and bring it to him, placing it on his open palm, "I'm going to walk back to my room and give them a call. I won't be but a minute. I'll bring you a blanket and pillow when I come back," I inform him and walk away.
After making the call, I retrieve a blanket from the linen closet and grab one of the two pillows off my bed. When I walk back into the small living room, Finn is lightly snoring on the couch. He looks ridiculous scrunched up on the small piece of furniture. Finn is around six feet with reddish-brown hair and gray eyes. He's fit. Not overly muscular, just enough you can tell it no matter what clothes he wears. From what I know about him he grew up in the ring. His father was a boxer, as was his grandfather before. Instead of making a career out of it he went into law enforcement.
Unfolding the blanket, I drape it across him and place the pillows on the back of the couch for him to use later. Securing the locks on the front door, I turn off all the lights leaving the one over the stove on. Because I have Finn sleeping in the next room, I feel an extra sense of security, and it doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep.
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When I wakethe next morning, Finn is sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knees with a coffee mug in his hand. It's early, and the sun hasn’t begun to rise yet. I knew he would leave before daybreak which is why I set my alarm to get out of bed a couple hours earlier than normal.
"Just made the coffee. Left some for you," he gestures, lifting his cup towards the kitchen.
Shuffling my tired feet across the floor, I pour a cup for myself and sit down beside him.
"I want you to go back," He tells me.
"I can't," I reply, warming my hands with the heat of the mug.
"I'm heading that way. I need to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind. Just in case you don’t listen to me." Finn sits his cup down on the table, and starts slipping on his shoes.
"I made sure nothing was left, and I'm not going back." I roll my neck trying to work the kink out.
Knowing I've dug my heels in Finn lets out a heavy sigh, places his hands on his lap, and pushes off the couch. He places his phone and wallet in his pockets.
"I know it's hard, Grace, but I'm asking you to trust your heart this time. Not every man is Ronan. I think you already see that in Jake. Trust in it," He slips his suit jacket on, then grabs my shoulder and pulls me in for a hug.
I don’t know how to respond. I squeeze him back.
"I'll be in touch. Please think about what I've said," Finn urges.
Nodding, I walk him to the door. Stepping out he waits for me to close and lock it. Peering out my window halfway down the driveway he turns and gives me a short wave. He didn’t park here, but somewhere nearby. It's his way of making sure he isn’t followed. I watch him walk down the street until he disappears amongst the shadows of the predawn darkness. I have four hours before I have to be at work, so I make my way to my room and climb back into bed. I lay there wishing things could be different, and when I close my eyes I dream of a better life; in Polson.
3
Jake
I'm driving down Main Street on the way to the clubhouse when I pass Grace's bakery. My gut clenches when I cut my eyes over and see the lights off and the closed sign on the front door. The Cookie Jar has been my first stop of the day for the past two years. The only time I have ever seen Grace close the bakery is one weekend out of every month. In two years those weekends are the only times I have not put eyes on her. The past six months has been killin' me. I'm hoping Reid has some news for me this morning on where she may be, or hell anything would be nice. Something that would give us a clue as to why she's using a fake name and what brought her to Polson.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I see Logan and Reid's bikes are here, and I park next to them. When I stride inside my nostrils are assaulted with the smell of stale beer, cigarettes and the place is a fuckin' mess. Peering to my right, I see Liz passed out on top of Sean. It looks likes things got a little wild last night after I left. The door slamming shut behind me startles them awake. "Get this shit cleaned up," I bark at her.
Usually, a prospect would be on top of this shit, but since we currently only have one, she gets the pleasure of cleaning up. The fact that I can't stand the bitch might have a little bit to do with it as well. I used to be able to tolerate Liz, but after the shit show with her and Cassie a couple years ago, I have a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to her. It's only because of Sean, and a few of the other guy's votes is what's keeping her ass here. I'm waiting for her to slip up and give me cause to kick her to the curb. The whore's time is limited, mark my word. Liz has this conniving look in her eyes, and I don't trust one hair on her head. Oh, she thinks she has some of us brothers fooled, and she thinks her pussy is fuckin' gold. The bitch is sorely mistaken. Plus she's not been pulling her weight around here. Our new girls Raine and Ember have been some of the best club girls we've had in years. They take care of the brothers, respect the old ladies and never complain. When Liz gets up off the sofa, she does so with a huff. "You got a fuckin' problem? Because if your ass doesn't like my orders, you know where the door is." I say staring her down and my tone daring the bitch to say something back.
Thinning her lips and looking down at the floor, I watch as she scurries past me doing what she's told.Smart move.
"What's up your ass this mornin', Prez?" Sean pipes up from his perch on the sofa.
He looks like death warmed over. The man is my age but acts like a fuckin' fifteen-year-old. He's never been married or even been close to settling down in his life. The man is completely satisfied with sticking his dick in one club whore after another.
