From behind the stack of pallets emerged Finn, being held by a man Prince had never met before, holding Finn by the throat and a gun pressed to his temple.Prince immediately aimed his gun, but his eyes stayed on Finn, scanning him quickly, but his heart almost stopped beating when he saw blood covering Finn's right side.
"It's not my blood," Finn said as if knowing what Prince was thinking, setting Prince's heart at ease.
"Shut the fuck up," the man growled.Prince saw his fingers tighten around Finn's throat."Unlike the boss, I have no problems killing you."
"Where's Roderick?"Prince asked, drawing the man's attention back to him.
"He's dead," the man answered."Did you bring the money?"
Out of the corner of Prince's eyes, he saw a familiar figure moving slowly, creeping up on Finn and the man.Tucker's eyes met Prince's, and he got the signal to keep the man talking.
"I don't believe you," Prince said."No deal until I talk to him."
"What the fuck don't you understand?"the man shouted."He's fucking dead."
Prince looked at Finn, who blinked once, and he knew the guy was telling the truth.
"I'll ask once more, and the answer better be yes, or I will put a bullet in his head.Did you bring the money?"
"I did, but you have to let Finn go first," Price said, watching as Tucker got closer to the man and Finn.
"You have no fucking room to negotiate," the man growled."This was supposed to be an easy job.Capture and release for money.Now my brothers are dead, and the feds arrested everyone else.If I hadn't gotten out with him, I would have been dead too.So quit fucking playing."
While the guy was spilling his guts, Tucker moved up behind and, in one swift motion, grabbed him by the neck.The guy shoved Finn, and Prince dropped his gun and was already running to catch him.
"You finally came," Finn said, and collapsed in his arms.
EPILOGUE
Finn turned left, closed his eyes, and opened them again in less than a minute.Turned back on his right, stuffed a pillow between his legs, closed his eyes again, but a second later popped them open.Sat up, punched the pillow behind him, then lay back down.He sighed that he'd finally found a comfortable position.But this time, he couldn't close his eyes; all that work to get comfortable had made him hungry.
Reaching for the bell sitting on the nightstand, he rang it, and two seconds later, Bevin, not Prince, ran to the bedroom.
"Are you alright?Did your water break?Are you in pain?"Bevin rambled questions, checking Finn over, looking at the bed, and then the floor.
"No, I'm...I'm hungry."
"Hungry."The shock on Bevin's face made Finn giggle.
"Fuck, Finn, I told you to use the bell only in case of emergency."
"I know, but my cellphone is farther than where the bell was."
Finn and Bevin looked at the nightstand where his cellphone was sitting, maybe an inch from where the bell had been.Bevin looked back at Finn, making him feel sheepish.
"Fine, what do you want to eat?I'll order it."
"A chicken salad," Finn said.
"That's it?"
"Yeah."Finn lay back down and pulled his blanket up over his lap.
"Okay," Bevin said and turned to leave.
"Wait," Finn said, stopping him."Maybe not just a salad.Add a soup."
"What kind of soup?"Bevin looked at him.
