The guy cackles. “Daddy’s employee, huh? Man, that’s got to suck. Living with a girl like that and not being able to do shit about it.”
Except… he did do something about it.
In the wine cellar.
Against my bedroom door.
“Tell you what.” The guy steps closer. “You want me to consider your payment plan? You get back in there, bring sitter girl to the woods, and I’ll destroy that tight little asshole for you.”
That’s what sets Finn off.
I have to cover my own mouth when Finn’s hand circles the guy’s throat and he smashes his back to the tree, hoisting him up a few inches in the air without breaking a sweat.
“You want to say that again?” Finn gets up in his face. “Come on, try me. Talk about her again, see what happens.”
Sketchy Guy tries to claw at Finn’s shirt, face, throat, gasping for air.
Finn couldn’t go for a punch like a normal person.
He’s strangling him.
“If you ever lay a finger on her—” Finn squeezes the guy’s throat so hard, he makes a disturbing wheezing sound that makes my skin crawl. “—if you even think of going near her, or looking at her, or breathing in her direction, I’ll kill you with my bare fucking hands, you got that?”
Sketchy Guy’s gasps become more and more desperate, his attempts at freeing himself lacking in strength as he suffocates.
He’s going to kill him.
I don’t think, jumping out from behind the guest house and belting Finn’s name at the top of my lungs. His head whisks over his shoulder at the sound of my voice, and he releases the guy.
I can’t tell what he’s thinking when he sees me standing there, watching the darkest side of him take over.
Coughing his lungs out, Sketchy Guy seizes the opportunity to book it into the woods. It’s so dark out we almost immediately lose sight of him.
“Fuck!” Finn snaps and glares at me like this is my fault.
Like he’s mad at me for stopping him from choking someone to death. He doesn’t speak for long seconds, dragging his palms over his face with a sigh.
“What the hell was that?” I shout.
“Mind your own damn business.” Finn plucks his beer from the grass before disappearing into the woods.
I have no clue if he’s chasing after Sketchy Guy or just in the mood for a midnight stroll, but as my housemate dives deeper into the forest by Lacey’s house, there isn’t a doubt in my mind.
Wherever he’s going…
I’m going, too.