Show & Sell

I’m afraid of getting into that car, but that’s where I’m headed. I kick and scream with all my force, but I’m no match for the 300-pound bodyguard.

Is all hope lost?Chapter 49Finn

Something’s wrong.

I can feel it in my gut.

There’s a strange car in the driveway and some type of commotion.

It takes me a micro second to put two and two together.

“Is she okay?” I say desperately. “Where’s Aurora?”

And then I see her. I see a man in a suit with his two large bodyguards in tow—and his hands are all over Aurora. She’s kicking him, fear all over her face.

Anders is there, but he’s nothing compared to the bodyguard. He doesn’t stand a chance, though he’s trying to help.

“Fuck! We have to get her,” growls Jasper as he jumps out of the moving limo.

He’s in a rage. I can see it in his body language. His fists are up, and he’s ready for action.

I have the good sense to stay in the car until it comes to a full stop, but my eyes are on her the entire time.

It’s okay, baby. We’re here.

Declan and I get out of the limo. The suit stares at us, and the bodyguard lets go of Aurora. I run to her.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” I ask.

“I’m fine,” she says as tears roll down her face.

“I’ll fucking kill him for hurting you.”

“No, please, Finn…” her voice trails off, because I’m already up and ready to take on these assholes.

I shudder to think of what might’ve happened had we rolled up a few seconds later.

“You asshole,” Jasper yells, and he goes fucking wild on the bodyguard.

He’s like an uncaged animal. Jasper punches a left hook at one of the massive guards. For his size, this guy’s surprisingly agile. He ducks out of the way with ease.

My brother changes his tactic. He pretends to throw a left hook but then comes in quickly with a short, sharp right hand jab. The fist connects with skin, and I watch blood fall and the head of the bodyguard fly backwards.

The hit was not hard enough to knock him off his feet, but it was hard enough though to make him angry…really fucking angry.

He charges at Jasper with a loud grunting noise, akin to a boar.

This is my moment. Without thinking, I hunch my shoulders and start running. I keep my head low and my shoulders and elbows in. As I get closer, I increase my speed, and then I charge at the body of the oversized man.

Jasper’s fist connects one more time and between the two of us, the man comes crashing onto the floor.

My shoulder hurts a little from the charge, but I spin around, looking for my next victim. Jasper walks past me and high-fives me as if we were in the gym having a workout and not in our garden having a fistfight.

With one bodyguard down, we have one to go. The billionaire sleaze bucket should be easy picking. I go to him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Aurora cowering behind one of the large pot plants. At least she’s staying out of the way. It would be fucking awful if she got accidentally hit by one of those out-of-control punches.

I try and catch her eye, but she’s not looking in my direction. Her eyes are on someone else.

I follow her gaze and see Anders in the grip of the other bodyguard. He’s been lifted off the ground. He’s kicking his feet madly at the man but is unable to connect with anything.

If it weren’t for the fact Aurora looks petrified, I would actually laugh. It looks kind of funny. And in a way, Anders brought this all on himself.

He should get a taste of his own medicine for once.

“You take him, and I’ll slow him down,” I tell Jasper and point at Anders’ tormentor.

If the poor guy’s not rescued soon, I fear he may not live to tell the tale of the fight.

I’m glad Jasper’s fighting on our side. He fucking tough.

He’s like a mad bull and charges at the bodyguard at about two hundred miles an hour. If I saw a mad man come at me like that, I think I would just turn and run. There’s no fucking way I’d stay to face the fist of fury.

I’ve heard of Jasper’s workout sessions. I know they cost an arm and a leg, but from what I can see of my brother, it’s worth every dollar he spends on it.

When the second bodyguard is lying unconscious on the ground, I’m still wrestling with the fucking billionaire.

I might be good-looking and rich, but I’m no fighter. I’ve never liked it and really never saw the need for it.

As far as I’m concerned, when you have money—lots of money—you hire people to fight for you. Jasper likes to work out and all the shit that goes with it, but it’s never appealed to me. I work out, of course, but not to be a fighting machine like my brother.