The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

As soon as the door swung open, there was Jerry, lounging on the couch with a contract in hand, earbuds dangling from his ears, grinning at Finnian.

“Finnian, long time no see, buddy.”

Finnian slammed the door shut, immediately storming into another bedroom.

Holy smokes, Larry was here! He was fiddling with a pocketknife, grinning ear to ear. “Hey Finnian, missed me?”

Finnian had caught on by now. He stood at the door, taking deep breaths before bellowing, “You bunch of troublemakers, get out here, now!”

Door after door opened, and everyone except Leopold lined up in front of Finnian.

Smiles were plastered on their faces, but their eyes were full of schemes.

Dawson burst out furiously, “Do you have any idea how much your funeral cost me? Pay up!”

Jerry looked genuinely baffled. “Finnian, what’s with the fake death stunt? You’re breaking our hearts.”

Daniel, fists pumping in the air, yelled, “I ditched so much stuff to come back for your supposed passing, nearly got myself killed on the road!”

Eric, counting on his fingers with a sinister tone, added, “I almost blew myself up in the lab trying to figure out what killed you, and here you are, alive and kicking!”

Donald was grinding his teeth. “Fun to fake your death, huh? You know how long it took us to crawl out of the mental scar of your ‘death’?”

Brian, frowning deeply, pointed outside to a husky tied up. “Finnian, you owe us an explanation.”

Larry clenched his fist, threatening, “If you don’t clear things up, I’m gonna let that dog tear up your vegetable patch on South Mountain.”

Gary was livid at the mention of the vegetable patch, saying, “Those plants were my blood, sweat, and tears under the scorching 95-degree sun!”

The eight disciples surrounded Finnian like debt collectors from hell. Poor Finnian felt his brain swell.

Thank goodness little Leopold was not around, or his wailing would have pushed Finnian over the edge!

Vivienne was relishing the drama downstairs, sipping red wine with a smirk.

She was not naive; Finnian agreeing to stay with her so easily meant he was planning a getaway.

keep tabs on him alone,

see him

next to Vivienne, casually draping an arm around

if they had eyes in the back of their

fists raised, egged them on. “Go on, my disciples, rescue

better explain

fists sank

on Vivienne’s shoulder

“Where’s Leopold?” Percival inquired.

with gravity, “He mentioned something about Vance needing

must be that mission Vance mentioned

Percival was convinced the ancient

Vance plotting by sending Leopold into the

wine glass, yawning. “Keep an eye on Finnian tonight. I’m hitting the

affectionately ruffling her hair before kissing

get your lips back!” Came the chorus

“Keep an eye on Finnian. He’s

by Percival’s words, and the disciples were hot on his heels, shouting for an

ears. The karmic payback of his youth was coming

he ever take

Especially Vivienne!

had rallied other disciples, and now his

Utterly exasperated.

he could not poison his disciples, no matter how tempting it might

then sharing their hardships over the years, eventually insisting Finnian kick Percival

ran out of steam and tears did they sprawl across the beds and floors, each clutching

the faint, strange scent

dead of night, Percival’s eyes snapped open, covering his mouth and

a night owl, he sensed the anomaly instantly and was on

slipped out to check on Vivienne, who was

wake up,” he murmured,

She was

sprawled across every surface, even the husky outside sleeping belly up.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated for All