Finny From If He Had Been With Me Novels & Stories

I lay back down, but sleep never came. :::::::: The next morning, I found a note on the dining table. Had to leave early. Big meeting. Didn’t want to wake you. —Rhys A part of me wondered if he was avoiding me or Ciara. Later that day, I took Finn out to the park near the estate. He loved the swings, and the way he laughed when the wind pushed his curls back reminded me of the first time I held him. Those tiny fingers. That tiny cry. He was mine. He would always be mine.

All I could do was smile at him. "I can't believe you're going to be my date tonight." He appended when I didn't reply. I couldn't believe it either if you told me that a day ago, I would be choosing death over it. But right there, I was only smiling at the excited incognito murderer who kidnapped me. Finn POV Instead of going to school, I spent that day promoting my men, not that I trusted them the way I do Teddy and Reddy, but Samuel and Justin were people I felt comfortable around. I've known them for a while. So they were the replacement of Teddy and Reddy around me.

Blood. "You want to cook up a story for me?" he screamed, veins bulging in his neck. "You think I’m a fool? Leylie, you’re nothing but a whore. I should have known better than to trust a girl I found in a nightclub.” "Please, Finn," I sobbed, dropping to my knees. "I'm telling the truth. I swear." But he turned his back on me and walked toward the coffee table. "Take that envelope!" "What is it?"

“You came in with that fine gentleman, and minutes later your old friend stormed out, face like a thundercloud.” I freeze. Stomach dropping. “What are you talking about?” “Finn,” Johnny says, like it’s obvious. “Came by this afternoon. Maybe ten minutes before you showed up. You must have said something to him up there. He didn't look too good. Didn't reply when I said goodbye.” My heart stops beating for a second. Finn. Here. Today. My mind runs ahead of me, connecting dots I don’t want to connect. And as the memories flood in, realization comes with them.

Finn sighed desolately and said in dismay, “Well, what a pity, then. I, Finn Gallagher, have lived for 30 something years and took the initiative to pursue a girl for the first time. But alas, it turned out to be a disaster. Perhaps God wants me to spend my life completely alone?” Finn was deliberately trying to gain Baby Zetty’s sympathy. She had always been kind-hearted and could not stand to watch the person she liked so depressed. At that moment, she just wanted to do her best to comfort the disappointed Finn.

“Damn…” “Yup,” Finn said, popping the ‘p’. “That’s why the pay was so juicy. You’ve been booby-trapped, sweetheart.” His words echoed in my ears. YOU HAVE BEEN BOOBY TRAPPED.

Finn was standing there, emerging from the shadows with a cruel smile on his face. "Did you really think you could run away from me, Sadie?" he said, slowly walking towards me. I tried to speak, but my vision was blurred, and my head was throbbing with pain. "You're more predictable than I thought," he continued, bending down to pick up the phone I'd dropped. He looked at the device as if it were a toy before turning it off with a click. "Finn..." I managed to mutter, my voice weak. He reached down, holding my face hard enough to make me shudder.

I also pass down this ability to Max. “Hmm.” I hummed. “So you already know the person,” Finn said and I put back the cigarette. I need to make my move now. “Wait,” Finn said running to me. “It's your mate?” He asked and when he didn't receive any response from me “ Fuck,” he exclaimed with excitement in his tone. “I didn't know she had some guts and to think your mate is just as crazy as you. You two are actually made for each other.” Finn said and I cannot disagree.

“Thank you. You look handsome as well.” Without saying a word, he reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. His touch felt like a lifeline in a stormy sea as he led me away from the crowded ballroom, away from judgmental eyes. We didn’t need words. The connection between us was undeniable, an unspoken understanding. I wanted to believe this was fate—that Finn truly saw me beyond the broken girl my stepmother had tried to bury.

"If you hadn't been there, I would have lost it." "I know." I agree. "Always thinking with either your fists or your dick." "Hey!" "It's true," I point out with a shrug. "Are you okay?" "No. Are you?" "No." He blows out a breath, before coming over and wrapping his arms around me. I feel my body melt into him as I hug him back. "He won't get to us again," Finn promises me. "I hope not. He said..." I trail off, realising that I shouldn't have said anything. I mentally face-palm myself.