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Chapter 8

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ed carpet outside Boston's most luxurious hotel, where hundreds o

er Finnegan brought me back last night, I sat stiffly in the

ue custom suit, turned his head to look

f the car,

afening roar of camera shutters and shouting r

, placed my cold hand into Finnegan's open

d me as reporters shoved microph

cks did you use to force Capt

g a woman with a drug scandal? How doe

back, but Finnegan squeezed my

ssing against my shoulder blades as he wrapped hi

es, his lips curled in

theories. Dana is the only woma

rned my head to stare at him in shock, unable to believe t

lowered his head, cupped the back of my skull with hi

my lips open without asking, tasting of mint as he took

as thousands of camera flashes went off around us, l

d my waist felt like an iron band, holding me tigh

swollen lips, his breath ragged as

ows you belong to me. You

led in my lashes, realizing he had used the med

me up to the presidential suite on the top floor to rest,

n, and Carmela ran in crying her eyes o

hrew herself toward Finnegan on t

like that in front of the cam

t push her away, though he leaned b

about this. It was j

f her blouse, showing off four fresh, bloody

as? Then was this f

ger at her bleeding arm,

a cornered me in the hallway and scratched my arm l

ef at her shameless acting, knowin

! I didn't ev

Finnegan's shoulder and sh

nts to hit me again right n

mela's arm, and as his face darkened, he lifted his he

ake scandal broke, he had looked at me with those ex

hen she claimed it happened, because I knew he wou

hem on the sofa and let

don't you call the Boston police

s tall shadow covering me completel

ize to Carmel

blue eyes without backing down an

ev

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