West, is that despite your state of the art security system, Franklin Deluva was still able to enter your club entirely unnoticed?"ĭeuce scowled at Agent Ricardo Quintanilla. This was who he was, who he had always been. I should have listened to Deuce a long time ago. With a lot of maneuvering and an incredible amount of pain, I was able to roll onto my side to relieve the pressure on my lungs and stomach. He didn't trust me and when Frankie didn't trust someone it never ended well. I was on my stomach, all four of my limbs were tied together behind my back, Frankie had even gone so far as to connect my wrists to my ankles and stu ff a pillowcase in my mouth.Īll of this just so he could feel safe leaving me here while he went for food. I pulled on my restraints, wincing as the rope chaffed painfully against my skin. “Get the kids outta here and let the assholes in.” ZZ looked over from behind the bar and the stacked security monitors there. And truthfully he needed the fucking comfort. She wrapped her skinny arms around him and he let her hold him because he knew she was hurting just as bad as he was. "Deuce," Kami said, sitting down beside him. And this particular man was so fucked in the head he was going to take Eva down with him. Men like him would rather die than be behind bars. The FBI was g oing to show up any minute now.ĭeuce knew Frankie wasn't going to go back to prison. They'd had no choice but to involve the cops. He and his boys had searched for hours for any sign of Frankie or Eva and had come up empty. Now he was back at the club, drinking a bottle of scotch, watching Danny play peek-a-boo with Ivy. They’d had to set each bone and individually splint his fingers, then they treated and wrapped his skinless hand and p ut the whole fucking mess in a sling. The doctor's at the ER couldn’t give him a cast because of the lack of skin. "Gagged and screamed."ĭeuce stared at his fucked up hand. "That's what he did baby," Frankie whispered and I could hear the smile on his face. Frankie sat down beside me and rubbed circles on my back. Unable to get the imagery of what he had done to Chase out of my head my stomach lurched and I began to gag. "It's what he wanted in return for getting you out."įrankie laughed. "You liked fuckin' him, didn't you bitch? You liked rich boy cock!" He gave me a look that suggested I was the crazy one in the room. "Baby," I whispe red, trying hard not to think about Frankie killing my daughter. But I couldn't fuckin' do it! I couldn’t hurt you! AND IT FUCKIN' BROKE ME EVA!" I stood in a line behind you at the bank holding a knife to the base of your fuckin' spine ready to kill you and your bastard baby. Comin' out of his fuckin' club, playin' with his fuckin' kids in the yard, ridin' on the back of his fuckin' bike.
You fuckin' Chase broke me and then you start fuckin' the horsemen bastard AGAIN, you have his fuckin' baby and I swear to you I almost killed you a million times. I stayed where I was, sitting on the motel bed, watching him closely. Frankie was a dead man.įrankie's entire body twitched violently, something that always happened before he went into a violent rage. "He's the only one who can pick cuffs quickly."Ĭox paused at the door. So now, he was cuffed to a radiator with a skinless broken hand.
As if he wasn't missing most of the skin on his hand and hadn't broken all his fingers trying to get out of it. "Where's Foxy?"Ĭox dropped to his knees and tested the cuffs. "Prez?" Cox whispered hoarsely staring at his cuffed hand.