The Biker's Claim
I didn't play the part well.
Finn stands, pulling a gun from his jacket, his grin wicked. “You’re so predictable, Nyx. You and that stupid waiter, passing signals like I wouldn’t notice? You’re just like Mason. You are too dumb, trusting and weak. I should thank you for making this easy though.
I was wondering how to get to you and here you are, delivering yourself to me.” Finn declares with a grin. I glare at him, letting my expressions tell him that he is the person I hate the most in this world.