Bought by a Shelby

The other women

Finn forgets to tell his fiancé that he got married.

Mentions abusive relationship.*

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Finn left a happy man. He'd had his first home cooked breakfast since he'd left Polly's house years before. She had made him ham and eggs. He was pleased when she'd gobbled down her food too. Apparently she'd never had ham.

He promised to bring her out to a dinner club soon. He was intent on spoiling her.

He honestly couldn't wait to show her a live band, alcohol and dancing. He hoped when he did, she'd like it. There was so much he wanted to do with her.

Seven thirty hit and he'd told her he'd be back by five for dinner. Kissing his little wife, who had to stand on her tippy toes to kiss him, he slipped on his hat and out his door practically bouncing down the stairs to his vehicle.

Domestic bliss suited him.

No sooner had he pushed open the door to Tommy's office did his elder brother descend on him.

"Finn, did you tell your fiancé that you married a gypsy girl yet?" Tommy was pissed, the vein on his forehead was pooping out and his jaw was set tight. Finn was confused. Why was this Tommy business, not that his elder brother never medaled frequently into his family's lives.

"I had to buy her clothes and stuff last night. No, also my wedding night, you didn't give me time for a honeymoon so no, I haven't found time." Finn raged back. Why couldn't he handle his own life without someone in his family telling him he was doing everything wrong? Tommy locked a hard gaze with Finn. He was pissed already at 8 a.m. Today was going to be a rough day in the office.

He could feel the sweat forming on his back and down his neck. It wasn't hot in the office. He was now sweating bullets in fear of what Myra would say or do, especially to Lettie who was alone and didn't know that Finn had been previously engaged.

" Myra just called the shop looking for you. I told her you weren't here. Before I could say anything else she hung up on me." Tommy glared at Finn as the realization dawned on him.

"Shit, do you think she's headed to the apartment?" Finn felt pure panic settle in. Lettie was there at the house cooking and cleaning.

"Go, take the day off. Get your life in order Finn." Tommy yelled as Finn took off running to his car. He hoped he'd gotten there first.

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He parked in front of the apartment, tires squealing to a stop. He nodded and tried greeting people who nodded and tried exchanging pleasantries.

He was huffing and puffing, practically pulling his own body weight up the stairs by the time he reached his own floor.

He placed the key in the lock and turned. It didn't click, unless Lettie disobeyed him and went out on the balcony, someone was here.

His stomach dropped and churned. God, he didn't want to go in. He took a deep breath of frigid air wishing it would steal the breath from his lungs and save him from whatever explanation or mortification that lay in that apartment right now.

He flung open the door and was met with Letitcia's large doe eyes staring into his soul. She looked terrified and he noticed Myra's steely gray eyes predatorily locked with his. She was holding Lettie's hand in a vice grip, her fingers digging into his wife's hand. Finn took a step forward toward the table and gripped the red head's wrist tightly forcing her to let go. She recoiled her hand and rubbed it glaring at Finn. She looked hurt and confused.