Chapter 306
Atlas had arrived with his crew. Even with Pinley's usual reckless bravado, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and sheer terror. Yvonne went pale at the news.
"Atlas… is here? A-Are you sure?" she stammered, her voice trembling, tears welling in her eyes.
Finley shoved her clothes at her. "Put them on! If we're caught, neither of us is getting out alive!"
Yvonne, shaking uncontrollably, burst into tears as she fumbled with her clothes. "This is all your fault! You wouldn't take no for an answer! You drugged me, Finley! You forced me into this—I'm the victim here!"
Finley's face flushed crimson with rage. Seeing her blame him while failing to dress herself pushed him to the brink.
He spat, "You lying tramp! Were you forced, or were you eager to get involved? Don't pretend you didn't know what you were doing! And now that it's done, do you really think Mr. Giordano will listen to your excuses? He'll kill you without a second thought!"
Terrified, Yvonne's hands trembled too much to button her clothes. Finley, on the verge of snapping, practically dressed her before yanking her to her feet. He dragged her out of the hotel room, using the secret passage Michael had mentioned, narrowly avoiding Atlas's men.
Panting heavily, Finley stopped to catch his breath. He'd lost a red dress shoe—he didn't even know when—and Yvonne leaned against him, sobbing uncontrollably.
She wailed, "This is all your fault! We wouldn't be struggling like this if you hadn't worn me out so much. Now I can't even walk!"
Finley's temples throbbed as his patience snapped. "Shut up, you useless woman!" he roared, his chest heaving. He was as exhausted as she was.
After a short rest, they crept to the ground floor's back exit. Yvonne perked up at the sight of the door.
"Hurry! If we make it outside, we'll be safe!" she whispered, urging him frantically.
With his remaining strength, Finley wrenched open the iron door. The cool night air hit him, and for a split second, he felt he'd cheated death.
However, before he could savor the moment, a flurry of cameras, smartphones, and microphones swarmed them.
"Mr. Moore, how does it feel to humiliate Northern District's crime lord by stealing his woman?" one reporter shouted.
"As a man of status, don't you think it's disgraceful to have an affair with Mr. Giordano's partner?" another added.
"Ms. Fuller, you can barely stand! Is sneaking around really that thrilling?"
Finley and Yvonne froze, their faces drained of color. The barrage of questions and flashing lights overwhelmed them, forcing them back into the hotel.
With a loud slam, Finley locked the door. "Get lost!" he shouted, his voice breaking with desperation.
Outside, laughter erupted. Natasha clutched her sides, tears streaming down her face. "This is too good! This is priceless!" she said, doubled over with laughter. Andrew and Dylan watched with equal amusement, noting the despair on Finley and Yvonne's faces.