Finnegan
I had never been so fucking furious to see the color purple before.
I saw it the minute the light in the room caught her throat. There was a faint purple bruise under all that makeup on her neck.
My hands moved, unclasping the collar I had placed around her neck. I tossed it behind me, tilting her neck up so I could see. Someone's hand had been on her throat.
"Who did this?"
"Finn, it's nothing."
It wasn't nothing.
No one fucking touched her without my permission.
"Who?" I repeated, my thumb trailing over her silky skin, a cold, murderous feeling sitting on my chest.
Whoever had left that mark on her soft skin was going to regret having hands by the time I was through with them. My jaw was so tight it ached. "Who put their hands on you, Abigail?"
She sighed, turning to face me, her heaving tits rising and falling with each breath she took.
