Uncovered

Chapter Nineteen - Finneas

Finn was a moment away from asking the girl her name when a blinding surge of pain coursed through his right thigh so unexpectedly, he couldn't stop his body from crying out and falling to the floor. He'd got so caught up in her depthless eyes he never saw the intruding party coming.

Heard no footsteps or door handle. He was a fucking idiot. A damn girl brought this upon him.

Never had he ever failed at anything this imperative until now. Mavric would spit on him if he were here. He lay on the floor clutching his useless leg as bodies flew into the room and on top of him, hands grabbing him all over. All his weapons ripped off his body and he could feel the blood pouring down his leg onto the floor. Whoever threw that had impressively devastating aim. His adrenaline was keeping most of the agony at bay, but he knew it was in there deep and felt every movement as it grinded his bone.

There were heavy knees pushing on his back, and now his arms were restrained behind his back but he ignored the feeling as he forced his face upwards to watch the tall guard pick up the sad girl and carry her out in a flash of wild red hair that looked vaguely familiar. He definitely threw the dagger.

He should have ended her life when she'd asked and none of this would be happening right now. He'd have done everyone a favour. Ivan would plummet into darkness and Mav would be happy. Maybe even happy enough to release Finn from his wretched duties of Commander.

When she was gone, three more guards rushed in and aided their colleagues in hauling up his heavy ass and restraining him with thick metal chains. In his defeat Finn had given up fighting back the second he hit the floor and knew it was all over. He'd lost.

Wherever they were taking him, to meet Ivan no doubt, and whatever he planned to do with him would not be as bad as what he would have to go through when he got back to his Uncle.

If his Uncle deemed him worthy of a second chance. He doubted it though. Not after he'd jumped Loky in the alley a few days ago mistaking him for the Slave Trader and let a whole ship of slaves pass through to a bordering town for someone else to sell. That was the first and last mistake Mavric would allow him.

Being the prime time of the night, all the ladies were working so thankfully they passed no one as Finn was escorted through the Manor limping and dragging his bleeding leg every step reverberated through his body like a bullet. Then, with strong hands he was pushed in the back through a large wooden door on the lower floor of the building and because his hands and ankles were in shackles there was nothing stopping his face as he hit the hard, wooden floor with a loud thud.

All the guards snickered.

Without giving them the satisfaction of thinking he was in pain, Finn didn't move.

Until strong hands gripped him from each arm and hauled him up onto his feet. For the first time since coming in this room Finn could finally get a bearing on his situation as he looked around what seemed to be an office. Numerous stuffed animal heads decorated the walls. Two guards at the door, two guards beside him and two more in front, standing behind Ivan as he sat at a large desk.

No sign of the red-head. Still busy with the girl then.

Finn spat on the floor at the foot of the oak table. These people could all be damned to hell.

A low, wicked laugh from Ivan. His thin, grey curls were covering most of his face. In particular, that nasty scar over the right side directly down from his forehead to his cheek. There were only three people besides Ivan who knew what happened. Finn was one. When he smiled the thick scar moved.