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I rush to his side. Below, standing on the curb, is Finn-cast on one arm, the other resting on his hip, eyes full of rage. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Finn?” I shout.
Knox starts to move. “Let me handle this. A man with two broken arms cannot throw stones.”
I plant myself in his path, hands reaching out to rest on his chest, stopping him cold.
He’s all tense and furious. I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes, those eyes that are burning with the promise of violence.
He tries to step around me.
I shift with him, blocking him again.
“No,” I say. “No, Knox. You’re not doing this.”
His jaw ticks. His fists curl at his sides. I can feel the energy vibrating off him, restless, vengeful, ready to erupt. But I keep my hands on his chest, grounding him.
“I don’t want any trouble,” I add, softer now. “Just… please. Let him go.”
His eyes move to the window, then back to me.
“He just threw a rock, or whatever that was, through your window,” he says. “What if you were standing there and it hit you?” “Let me just find out what he wants.”
Knox looks like he has a million things to say, but he nods anyway.
I go to the window and lean out. Finn is still standing, eyes fixed on my room. Who the hell vandalizes a property and stays right there?
“You think you’re some kind of Romeo? Throwing shit around?” I say. “I’m sending you an invoice. You’re paying for this. You have ten seconds to leave before I call the cops.”
“You tell that son of a bitch,” Finn yells back, “he’s crossed a line. It’s war now.”
“What son of a bitch?”
“The one right there with you! He’ll pay for the window. He’ll pay for a lot more by the time I’m done with him.”
“Finn, you should really let me go. I know you miss me, but this is not healthy.”
“You think this is about you? Not everything’s about you, betrayer. I cared for you for ten years. When everyone else thought you were weird, I was there. And you repaid me by screwing my brother and abandoning me. This, right now, isn’t about you. So step aside.”
“If this isn’t about me, why are you at my house, ruining my
“Because I know he’s there.” window?”
“I’m losing all my patience. Just let me end this,” Knox says. “He’s practically begging for a beating.”
I ignore him. “Finn, leave now, or I’m calling the police.”
“Go ahead,” he sneers.
Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hammer.
My heart drops. “What do you plan to do with that?”
“Watch.”
And with that, he storms toward Knox’s car, raises the hammer, and brings it down hard on the windshield.
Once. Twice.
Glass spiderwebs under the force. A third strike caves it in.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “What have you done, Finn?”
Knox is going to kill him for sure now.
Pound Of Flesh
Knox is out the door before I can convince him otherwise.
I run after him, nearly slipping as I rush down the hallway. He’s already halfway down by the time I make it to the top of the steps.
“Knox!” I yell. “Stop!”
But he’s not listening. His body is tight with fury, all his restraint long gone.
By the time I push through the lobby door, he’s outside, and so is Joe, the night-duty security guard. Joe’s hands are braced on his hips, looking like he’s trying to decide whether to intervene or call it in. Knox is already on Finn.
His fist connects with Finn’s face, and Finn stumbles back, slamming into the body of Knox’s car with a loud grunt. His casted arm hangs uselessly at his side, and before he can even catch his balance, Knox grabs him by the collar and throws another punch. Then another.
The blows are brutal. Unrelenting. Finn’s head snaps back, his body jerking with each hit like a ragdoll.
I scream, “Stop! Stop it, Knox, please!”
My feet are moving before I register it, crossing the street, dodging the pieces of glass from the busted window still on the asphalt. I reach him just as his fist cocks back again.
I wrap my arms around him from behind, burying my face in his back.
“Please. Stop it. Stop.”
I feel the way his body stiffens beneath me. Feel the tension in his spine, the barely controlled rage vibrating through his muscles. He doesn’t move at first. Just breathes, heavy and hard, as though every exhale is fighting the instinct to keep going.
Finn rolls over to his side, groaning. His lip is split, his eye is swelling shut, and blood is visible along his jaw. He spits onto the crumpled hood of the car, right on the windshield he just shattered, and a tooth goes with it.
“Don’t stop now,” he says, coughing. “You’ve already taken everything I love from me. Might as well end it. Kill me, you son of a bitch.”
From somewhere behind us, Joe speaks up.
“Sloane… should I call the cops?”
“No,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “No, please. It’s just… a misunderstanding.”
Joe doesn’t look convinced. Neither do the people poking their heads out of windows above us. They’re watching like it’s a late-night movie premiere. One woman in a
Pound Of Flesh bonnet whispers something to someone behind her. A child presses their face to the glass.
I grip Knox’s arm and start to pull.him back. “Come on,” I say. “Let’s go. He’s not worth it.”
He doesn’t resist, but his glare stays on Finn, jaw clenched like he’s memorizing every bloodied inch of his brother’s face.
“You’re so damn lucky she still cares about you,” Knox mutters. “Otherwise you’d be leaving in a worse state than that car.”
Finn coughs again, sitting up. “How much did you pay her?” he calls after us. “Huh, Knox? How much did you pay Delilah to leave me?”
I freeze. Knox stops too.
Finn’s voice rises. “Is that what you did with Sloane? Paid her to hang around you? Because nobody loves you unless they’re paid to?”
“Shut up,” I say over my shoulder. “Go home, Finn.”
He ignores me. “It’s not my fault everyone wants me. It’s not my fault I’m lovable and you’re not. She’s going to leave you, you know. Your precious Sloane. Everyone leaves you, Knox.”
I turn, furious. “Go. Home. Right. Now.”
“I don’t want to. I want him to finish it. Let him be a man and kill me like he’s wanted to for years.”
“If you keep pissing him off, you might just get your wish.”
Behind me, Knox takes a step forward.
I throw my arm out to stop him again. “Don’t.”
He breathes through his nose like a bull trying not to charge.
Finn just stands there, and even from this distance, I can see it happening, his face folding in on itself. He’s crying. I don’t have to be close to know it.
And the worst part?
Some small, traitorous part of me wants to go to him. Like old times. Like muscle memory. Wrap my arms around him and tell him it’s okay, even when it’s not. Even when he’s the one causing the chaos.
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