Page 2 of Brazen Obsession

“What do you think he’ll do?” I whisper.

Wyatt guides me toward Finn. Finn takes my hand, dragging me down beside him.

“First off, give him nothing. Not even while we’re in here. You can assume you’re being watched everywhere in this house.” Finn glares at the corners of the room. “For now, flower, it’s you and me. Do you understand?”

He tips my chin up and searches my eyes.

I nod. So we’re a couple and not whatever with the others. I’m sure Finn is doing it to keep us all safe. But they found me in bed with Finn and Dante, so his father not knowing we’re in a complicated relationship is probably not realistic. But Finn knows how to deal with his father.

Maybe he just assumes Finn is into sharing.

Dante shakes his head. Drew nods thoughtfully as he studies the room. Wyatt sits in a chair and clasps his hands between his knees.

“What do we know?” Wyatt asks.

“There were no weapons used. They know one of the women is pregnant,” Dante says.

“At least they let us get dressed.” Drew smirks as he looks at the guys in their boxers.

“We didn’t exactly agree to go with them.” Finn rubs the back of his neck and glances at Tom and Natasha. “Sara’s pregnant.”

It’s a statement, but Natasha nods. Her face is a blank slate. She’s in the enemy’s camp this time. Our eyes meet for a second and she bows her head to me. Her knuckles are white where she clings to Tom’s hand.

If Peter was willing to do anything to me in vengeance for Natasha, what will Finn’s father do to Peter’s daughter?

“What’s the plan?” Wyatt doesn’t look at me but his gaze remains on Finn.

“Get some clothes and talk to my father. See what he wants.” Finn shrugs but his body is tense next to mine.

“Our mission wasn’t helpful.” Wyatt blows out a breath. “They suggested getting a bigger shark.”

Finn presses his lips together. The only one bigger than Peter is Finn’s father. What will that cost Finn? I tangle my fingers with his and lean my head against his shoulder. I don’t know a lot about Finn’s family, but I know he spent most of his childhood with us.

He squeezes my hand.

The others settle in chairs around us. I didn’t sleep well last night, and after a few minutes of quiet, my eyes grow heavier.

When the door opens, I straighten. A man in a suit comes in.

“Mr. Lawson.” The man nods and holds out a suit. He gestures to someone behind him who brings in some sweats and t-shirts. “If you’d like to freshen up.”

Finn stands and takes the suit and the other items.

“You may use the restroom individually.” The man bows his head and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Finn runs a hand through his hair. “There’s a bathroom across the hall. I’ll take anyone who wants to use it.”

“Yes, please,” Natasha and I say at the same time.

Finn smiles. A little of the flirt I love peeking through. “Come on, I’ll walk you both over there.”

He hands the other clothes to Dante and Tom and tosses the suit on the couch where we were.

“At least we won’t be mostly naked.” Dante smirks and shakes out the clothes that are clearly Finn-sized. Which will work for Tom but might be slightly short on Dante.

Finn takes my hand and nods to Natasha. She falls in line behind us. When he leads us out of the room, I take in the entryway with its marble floors and flashes of gold that I ignored on the way in.

Finn opens the door to the bathroom and I wave Natasha to go first. When she shuts herself in, I lean back against the wall. Finn leans over me, our bodies almost brushing.