𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖 • 𝙟𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 [complete]

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"I TOLD you he wasn't ready," I grumbled as I wiped the blood off of Finn's arm. He was sitting on the kitchen table with his shirt off, a bullet wound in his right bicep.

"I was ready," Finn said with a frown, having drank half a bottle of whiskey to numb the pain. "You guys get shot all the time."

"You almost ruined the whole thing," Arthur said gruffly. "You're lucky his aim was shit."

I took the tweezers and tightened my grip on Finn's arm. "This is gonna hurt."

"Have a shot of this," Tommy said, handing him a bottle of whiskey. 

"I think he's had enough," I mumbled. Once he had downed some of it, I stuffed a clean cloth in his mouth. "Bite down."

I took a breath and placed the tweezers into the wound, wedging them around the bullet. He hissed, but I ignored him and continued on. After a few slow moments, I pulled the bullet out and put it on the table. Tommy poured some whiskey onto the wound, making Finn groan as he fell forward into my arms.

"It's alright; it's done now," I said, wrapping a bandage tightly around his arm as his head leaned on my shoulder and he moaned in pain. "You okay?" 

He slowly nodded, lifting his head, "Thanks, Alex. You're a star."

"I know," I said with a wink.

"Well, besides Finn's injury, tonight was a success." Tommy announced, taking a puff from his cigarette. "Salvatore was happy with us."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Great."

"What was that, Alex?" Tommy asked, although I knew he heard me.

I turned to him, wiping the blood off my hands with a towel. "I want to kill him, Tommy. And you're now best friends with him."

"Kill him?" Arthur asked with a snort, "He's gonna make us millionaires. It's our job to keep him happy."

"Just be patient, Alex," Tommy said calmly. "He'll be out of Birmingham in a few months."

"Maybe I should stay the night with you, Alex," Finn said with a laugh, getting my attention. "Just in case I start bleeding again."

"Shut up, Finn," John said, his eyes narrowed.

Finn smirked, clearly having drank too much whiskey. "What's it to you? Shouldn't you be going to bed with Cara? I'm sure she's missing you."

"Shut the fuck up, Finn," John repeated, pointing a finger at him.

Finn snorted, "Don't be so sensitive, John. Isn't Alex up for grabs, now-"