Chapter 113: A MOUTHWATERING SIGHT
Abigail
The nightmares had been getting worse.
Two nights ago Annette had shaken
awake at three in the morning, her hands gripping my shoulders. I had woken swinging, gasping, certain that sothing, soone had their hands around my throat.
My parents’ killer. That man whose face I couldn’t rember.
It was the sa now. The lights in the restaurant went down and the void fucking grabbed . The floor swayed under my feet and suddenly I was back in that wrecked car fifteen years ago.
Cold tal pressed against my cheek. The sll of petrol was heavy in the air, the rain pouring harder only made the sll thicker.
I couldn’t see. My fingers pushed, hitting the window weakly, croaking, calling, but no one heard. No one was coming.
Help .
I couldn’t breathe. My chest flexed painfully as I tried to gulp down air but I sohow felt so full of air, without having any.
"...can you hear ..."
A hand or sothing touched my face and I scread. They wanted to choke
again, I just knew it. Mom and Dad were already dead. Cole was dead. I was next.
I was next.
"....Abby..."
I scread harder, fighting the hands in the dark.
Let go of ! Don’t touch .
The hands wrapped around my throat, choking, crushing my windpipe. My eyes rolled back in their sockets and the darkness began to swallow
when-
"Abigail, hey, hey, you’re safe,"
Lies, they were all lies. I would never be safe. Raymond Cole was dead.
You’re next.
"Hey, hey stop fighting ." The voice, deep and soft, washed over
and the grip around my neck loosened a bit. "You’re not there. You’re here, right here with . I’ve got you,"
"H...help them," I croaked, pointing before . I couldn’t see my parents but I knew they were there, bloodied, smashed and dead.
The hands around my neck were gone. The sounds of the rain drops hitting the car in heavy thuds disappeared as well as the car itself.
I was propped against sothing... no, soone. His chest heaved and fell against my head and with a sob my fingers latched onto his shirt, grabbing fistfuls of fabric, my entire body shaking as the world ca into view.
The mat on the floor was cool under my knees. There were arms around , a chest against my cheek, the warmth of his body wrapping around .
"You’re alright." He soothed, stroking a hand downy back. "You’re alright."
I knew that voice. The tremors moved through
in waves, rising and falling. I couldn’t stop the tears, my fingers gripped his shirt hard because I was afraid that letting go ant the dark might co back and I couldn’t fucking stand it.
"Don’t let go," I whimpered, burying my face deeper in his chest, taking deep breaths of his scent in through my nose. His arms tightened around
as he replied.
"I’m not going anywhere."
The room ca back bit by bit. The low restaurant light was back. Soone had to write to the managent about getting so bright bulbs in here and I was going to do that as soon as I stopped sobbing my eyes out.
He was on the floor with , his jacket off, one arm around my back and one hand at my head, his chin resting against my hair.
The door slid open and a waitress bowed in the entrance. "I sincerely apologize for the power disruption, we had a-Oh my, Is she alright?"
I’m bawling my eyes out like a six month old, what do you think lady?
"I’m taking her." Finnegan said, shifting his weight and getting his arms under . "Thank you."
"Finn..." I protested weakly.
"Just stay, I’ve got you,"
He swept
off the ground. My face went to his shoulder, my hands finding his lapel, as he carried
through the restaurant.
My cheeks heated up in embarrassnt and I tucked my face deeper not wanting to see the looks on anyone’s face as they watched my boss cart
out through the doors.
Jas had the back door open before we reached the car. Finnegan lowered himself in with
still in his arms and the door slamd closed.
That was all I rembered before drifting unconscious.
****
Oh god, I would know that scent anywhere.
I curled against the sheets surrounding , taking a deep inhale of the Tom Ford scent surrounding . It was like soone snatched all the scent off Finnegan and dumped it in my room. Maybe I was dreaming
I stretched, burying my face in the pillow drunk on him. Damn, how did I get my room to sll exactly like him?
My eyes fluttered open slowly. Wait... my room?
Golden rings of lights hung off above
in a deep arch carved into the ceiling.
I sat bolt upright. This was not my room. Oh definitely not. It had to be as huge as my entire apartnt. The ceilings were high like towers, making
feel rather tiny in the huge bed I was sprawled on.
Floor to ceiling windows were on one side with the city spread beyond them. A reading chair was in the corner in dark brown leather. The floor was marble with a circular deep grey rug around the bed.
Yeah, everything in here scread filthy rich, sexy, lethal Finnegan.
Oh my god, he had brought
to his ho. Wasn’t he mad at ? My hand flew to my chest, a soft gasp escaping my parted lips.
He had helped . I’d have thought he would abandon
at the restaurant with how angry he was, but even in his anger, Finnegan had chosen kindness.
What happened to the cold, cynical Wolfe? Or had I read him wrong all along?
The door opened and my jaw dropped at the sexy sight before . My lips parted in a drool.
Jesus holy Christ. Feed
Daddy.
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