Page 92 of Hard Rock Desires
“Wait, Finn,” Zain said. “Hold on.”
“Fuck you, Space Invaders,” he shouted.
I could feel myself going pale.
“Holy shit, man,” Chris said, eyes wide. “You’re not actually—”
Finn tipped the machine over the railing. They all gasped and ran outside to peer over it. My hands flew to my mouth. The quiet evening was punctuated by a solid crash, and then the loud wailing of a car alarm.
My heartbeat spiked dangerously high.
“Ha!” he cheered, waving his fists in the air drunkenly. “Serves you right!”
“Finn, for fuck’s sake, that was the neighbor’s car!” Micah growled.
“I’ll buy them a new one,” he shrugged.
“Oh my god,” I whispered.
Zain turned to find me standing in front of the balcony doors. His eyes went wide as he hurried to my side and put his arm around my shoulders.
“What did he just do?” My breathing was so labored I thought I might start hyperventilating.
“Grace, it’s okay,” he told me soothingly.
Kaylee smacked the back of Finn’s head, and the expression on Micah’s face was stormy. Meanwhile, I felt seconds away from totally breaking down.
Zain steered me away from the chaos and into his bedroom just down the hallway. I was shaky and my fingers were cold when he took my hands in his.
“Are you all right?” Zain asked carefully.
“I can’t believe he actually did that.” I sounded stunned even to my own ears.
“Grace, it’s okay,” Zain told me.
I whipped my head up to look at him.
“Okay?” I shouted. “Nothing about this is okay!”
“Look, no one got hurt,” he tried to say.
“No one got hurtthistime,” I stressed. “What happens next time?”
“It was just a dumb stunt,” Zain said.
“Dumb stunt?” I snapped. “He threw a gigantic arcade machine off the balcony!” I ripped my hands from his and waved them frantically. “And it landed on the neighbor’s car!”
“And I’m sure Micah is ripping Finn a new one right now,” he said.
“Do you really think that’s going to stop him from doing something like this again?” I asked.
”Look, I’ve known guys like Finn who get drunk and drive their motorcycles into a pool, or swing off chandeliers. They play football with those stupidly expensive Fabergé egg things.”
“It’s one thing to get drunk at a party and do crazy things because you’re a hotshot rock star and no one’s going to stop you,” I said. “It’s another thing to put other people in danger because of it.” I began pacing anxiously. “What if someone had been in that car?”
“The roof just got a bit dented,” he said. “That machine is plastic, it didn’t weigh much.”
“What if it had fallen on someone walking outside?” I asked.
