Page 45 of Wicked Oath
Finian went rogue.
He must not have appreciated me telling him to sit this next round out, and now, he’s going after Olivia to make good on his threat to silence her.
Shit. Fucking shit.
I don’t bother informing Patrick of what’s gone wrong. I need to handle this myself.
“James?” he calls as I hurry out of the bar.
I race to my car, but before I start driving, I have to think carefully about this. Home. I need to go home.
My hands clench the wheel so hard that my knuckles turn white. I whizz past cars, barely giving any of them my attention. I just need to find Olivia and make sure she’s all right.
The car wheels screech to a halt when I get home. The front door is wide open. A bad omen.
“Olivia?” I call as I run inside, my gun drawn. “Olivia?” My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it. I’ve never felt this kind of fear before.
After checking all around the house, there’s no sign of her. Finian must have taken her somewhere, but where?
Think.
I know Finian. He’s been my guy for the better part of four years. Where does he like to frequent? Bars, obviously. But he wouldn’t take her to a public place. No, he wants to make sure Olivia can’t rat him out to her family. He’d take her somewhere private.
An idea pops into my mind. I know Finian owns a property, one where he likes to take people and torture them. He’s always been the one to do my dirty work, and now, that dirty work is my wife.
I hurry back into my car and head to his shitty little house. I just hope I make it in time before he seriously hurts Olivia or worse. He wouldn’t kill her. Would he? It would be the best way to silence her.
The thought of losing Olivia makes my heart clench in pain. The thought that my actions are partly why she’s in this predicament causes even more pain to spear through me.
Once I speed through the city and find the crappy house with its windows covered in dust and wood ravaged with time, I practically run out of the car before stopping it. The second I hear a female scream, I know I’m in the right place.
I kick down the door, and a billow of dust flies into the air.
I look around the room, and my eyes focus on a sight that makes my gut wrench.
Finian, on top of Olivia, with a knife in his hand. He’s holding onto her tongue.
I let out a deep growl as I run up to Finian and place my gun against the back of his head. “Drop the knife and let her go.”
Finian pauses before chuckling. “Good to see you, James. Why don’t you join me?”
Olivia bucks her body and lets out a whimper. Finian is still gripping her tongue.
I cock my gun. “Stand up slowly, Finian. I didn’t ask you to do this.”
Olivia stills, her eyes meeting mine in a furrowed expression.
“You’re not really going to kill me, Jamie boy. I’m the only one who’ll do your dirty work. No one is better.”
“Fuck this.” I pistol whip his head, sending Finian slumping to the ground.
Olivia scrambles away.
Before I can check on her, Finian groans and pushes himself up. “We’re really doing this, James?”
I point my gun at him. “We are. Why in thefuckdo you think it would be a good idea to go after my wife?”
“To make sure she stays silent. You’re too pussy whipped to do anything about it.”
