Page 136 of Filthy (Five Points' Mob Collection 1)

He saw it, of course, and pressed his lips to my knuckles once more. “I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Aoife.”

I looked at him, studied the face of the man I loved, and wondered if I was crazy or just plain stupid.

“You can’t promise me that, Finn,” I rasped out, finding it impossible to keep my tone level.

“No, but I can promise that I’ll kill to keep you safe.”

He meant it too.

Was that supposed to make me happy?

I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t even sure if it worked. Did I feel better for him threatening to kill any dude out there who threatened me?

Because I was literally without words, I just watched him as he kissed my knuckles again before getting to his feet. He retreated to the bathroom, I knew, to escape this conversation, and I studied him as he reached for his razor.

Feeling my eyes grow heavy, I began to relax now that the pain meds were starting to work. Just as he started to shave, the rasp of the razor a pleasant sound that reminded me of an ASMR video I liked watching on YouTube, I heard them.

And just as my heart began to pound, my stomach twisting with nausea, I knew Finn had heard them too as he raced out of the bathroom.

Gun shots.

A lot of them.