she heard Finn say. “It puts her in danger.”“Too fucking bad,” she heard Liam grunt.She jumped out of bed, slipped on a robe and hurried into the living room. Liam had placed Finn on the chair in her kitchen. Red droplets littered the floor around him.“Oh, my God.” She rushed to his side and kneeled. “What happened?”“It’s just a scratch,” he said. “Just got a little clipped.”“Scratch my ass,” Liam said, setting everything from her bathroom cabinet on the table. “That’s more than a scratch on your side. You’ll need to be stitched up.”She felt the room spin as she looked at Finn. “Were you shot?” She stared at him in shock.Finn looked over to Liam. “I told you we shouldn’t have come. Let’s go.”“Now listen here.” She stood to get his attention. “You aren’t going anywhere. To everyone else you might be the big mob boss, but that’s not going to float here. Not sit down and let me look at it.”Finn went quiet and pulled off his shirt.
