The Plan

Chapter 29: Clocked

Finn walked through the hallway of the arena on Monday with Carlito and JD following right behind.

There was still tension between Finn and JD, but Finn chose to ignore that for the time being. There was a more important agenda at the forefront of his mind: Damian Priest.

Call it an obsession, call it irrational, but Finn didn't care.

When he chose to betray Damian it was supposed to set off the next phase of his career and put him back into the title picture but the exact opposite was happening.

He lost his tag title, he couldn't get a contender's opportunity to save his fucking life, and most irritatingly, Dominik Mysterio was getting the opportunity of a lifetime, his opportunity, and this didn't sit well with Finn at all.

Finn didn't have a clue where Dominik, Liv, and Raquel were at the moment and he damn sure didn't care. The less fake smiling and forced small talk for him the better.

Sighing to himself, he pushed open the door to the clubhouse and what he saw made him immediately stop in his tracks.

The place was destroyed. It looked like it had been absolutely ransacked; pictures thrown off the walls, spray paint everywhere, Finn's shoe collection was covered in spray paint and the TV was destroyed.

'TJD IS DEAD' was spray painted on the wall and the big black heart and 'XOXO' next to it told him exactly who had done this. That and the fact that it seemed Liv and Dominik's possessions just so happened to be nowhere in sight.

"No! Not again!" Carlito cried out, running into the room and clutching the smashed PS5 against his chest as he fell to his knees.

JD let out a long exhale, his hands on his hips as he surveyed the damage. "Fuck..." He muttered, shaking his head. "This is bad."

Finn, however, was completely silent. He stood in the doorway, his fists clenched at his sides as he took in every detail of the destruction around him. His face was unreadable, but the vein in his forehead was practically throbbing.

Carlito was still mourning the destroyed game system. "Why does this keep happening to me? DIOS MIO, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!?"

JD ignored Carlito's dramatics and turned to Finn, watching as the older man's breathing grew heavier. "Finn?"

Finn's jaw was so tight it looked like it might actually snap. "They're dead." His voice was low and dangerously calm.

JD ran a hand through his hair. "Finn, listen, I know you're pissed, but we gotta be smart about this—"

Finn wasn't listening. He stormed further into the room, grabbing a chair and hurling it against the already broken television, the loud crash making Carlito flinch. "They think they can do this to me?!"

JD pinched the bridge of his nose. "You mean to us." He reminded him.

Finn whirled around, his eyes blazing. "They think I'm just gonna sit back and take this?"

Carlito finally stood, dusting off the ruined console before sighing dramatically. "They sent a message, man. And the message is pretty damn clear."

Finn's nostrils flared as he turned back to the spray-painted wall, his eyes locked on the massive black heart. He could practically hear Liv's obnoxious laughter, Dominik's smug little smirk, Raquel just standing there brooding uselessly.

"TJD is dead," JD muttered, reading the words aloud.

Finn scoffed. "They want a war? Fine. They've got one."