Finnegan
That little fucker had his hands around her throat.
Oh no, no he would pay. I didn't understand how and why he attacked her, but that would definitely be his last.
Terror tore through me, hot like magma when I got into that corridor and saw Abigail—my Abigail getting choked by some asshole.
Hell even now as I carted her up the elevator into my penthouse, my heart still slammed hard against my ribcage. What if I had been just a little late?
What if I hadn't been worried that she wasn't back from the bathroom? I had cut my speech short when she didn't return because I was terrified she had run off, still mad at me—and thank Christ I was.
I lowered her on the sofa, my heart breaking at the sight of her. Her eyes were red at the rims, the bruising at her throat got darker by the minute and my jaw clenched.
