Finnegan
"She's home, sir," James' voice filtered through the receiver.
"Good." I turned from the window, dragging a hand through my hair, my shoulders sagging in relief. I had sent him to make sure Abigail got home safely. "Thank you, James. Get some rest."
"Goodnight, Boss."
I ended the call and set the phone on the console table before turning back to the floor to ceiling window trying to get my thoughts in order.
New York was spread out below the penthouse, hundreds of lights glowing in the distance. But nothing could ease the noise in my head.
Should I have insisted she stayed?
I wanted to, Christ, I wanted to rip off that top and continue what we had in my car. I finally found Red after all these months, I finally fucking did and the drive to tie her to my bed and spend the rest of the week buried in her cunt.
