The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247: ANGUISH

Abigail

The parking garage was still thick with tension after the smoke cleared. Finnegan held me tightly against his chest, one arm wrapped around my waist like he was afraid I might disappear.

His heart was pounding as hard as mine. The police had arrived in force, sirens flashing, but Devin was already gone with his wounded leg, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

That asshole, I thought, watching the policemen bag the gun I had snatched from him. Annette would have my head if she ever found out what happened this morning.

I was still shaking. The phantom pressure of the gun against my temple refused to leave my skin.

Finnegan’s hand moved across my back in slow, soothing circles while the detective in charge approached us, his face grim. "We’re tracking every pharmacy and hospital within a fifty-mile radius. Stakeouts will be set up. You did a good job, Miss Kellerman. A very brave one too. If he seeks treatment for that knee, we’ll know."

Finnegan’s jaw tightened. "I want him found. Things could have gone very bad. Your men should have eyes on him!"

"Finn, it’s fine."

"No," he replied curtly, his green eyes flooded with worry. "No it’s not fine. It’s not fine, Abigail." He turned to the police, brow arched.

"Are we done here?"

"Yes, Mr Wolfe."

Without another word, I was whisked to the car and Finnegan drove home immediately.

The days that followed were a blur of heightened security and restless waiting.

Finnegan barely let me out of his sight. The police continued their search, but Devin had seemingly vanished into thin air. No hits on pharmacies, no hospital admissions, no sightings of him at all. It was as if the earth had swallowed him whole.

His mother was silent too for the first few days before she called Finnegan one evening as we were heading back from work.

I was seated in the backseat next to him, lazily working the buttons of his shirt. The partition between us and James was rolled up.

My hand had just slipped beneath his shirt when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and his expression darkened.

"It’s her," he muttered.

He answered on speaker so I could hear.

"You unfilial son," Gina spat coldly.

"You would betray your own mother and drag the family name through the mud for that little whore? I raised you. I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? By turning the police on your own brother?"

Finnegan’s grip tightened around the phone. "You tried to destroy me. You tried to kill the woman I love. You don’t get to play the victim, Mother."

Gina laughed bitterly. "You think you’ve won? You’ve only made things worse for yourself. Devin is blood. He is my son. I will not let you destroy him."

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