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To all my filthy brats who want to be fucked into submission by the bloodied hands of the mafia boss. Frankie is waiting to break you, choke you and leave his marks all over you … Because that’s what you get for being his good girl.
We’re done. Enjoy the time you have left with your family, because I will end it.”
I will hold on to this searing pain and use it for my revenge.
My feet stop moving when Frankie swivels in his seat to face me. His icy gray eyes burn into mine. Okay. This part of my investigation I appear to have brushed over. I’ve always kept my distance when keeping tabs on these men. I’ve missed one key detail. The fact this man is drop dead gorgeous.
Sitting at that table, handcuffed in a navy suit, is probably the sexiest guy I’ve laid eyes on. His dark chestnut hair is slicked back, and a tidy beard frames his chiseled jaw. With that moody, yet mysterious, look in his eye that tells me he could fuck me seven ways to Sunday.
You take one of mine, I take ten of yours.
The way she says my last name has my cock twitching, imagining the way she would moan out “sir”. I shake my head to try and free myself of the image.
It’s not often I get the opportunity to rile a woman up like this. I’m used to them doing exactly what I say. Zara is a new kind of game.
I want to fuck with her. I like a challenge. Ideally, I want this detective on my side.
“I slit that bitch's throat and let her bleed out on the concrete. I laughed as I watched her take her last breath. And I will do the same to anyone who gets in my way.”
I step back, despite my body not wanting to. I want to bend her over the table and spank her for speaking to me like this. I could fuck this defiance out of her in no time.
I stop on the picture that holds my attention. She’s unlike any other woman I’ve been with. She has a dark side, a rebellious side.
If she wants to be my enemy, I need to know every single thing about her.
“I’ve never seen you with glasses. Very Clark Kent.” Keller mocks and holds his beer up to Enzo. “Fuck off,” he retorts.
Having Zara tied up and gagged in my basement makes my dick come to life.
“Zara, Zara, Zara. What am I going to do with you?” His eyes focus on my lips.
“Don’t fight me, detective. It will only make me harder for you. And that’s the last thing either of us needs.”
He shrugs and grips my chin and pries my lips open, slipping in his finger to the back of my mouth. The metallic twang of blood sours on my tongue, his eyes glint with hunger. “I’ll see you around, detective,” he rasps.
All the air is knocked out of my lungs as the man tips his head up, his cold gray eyes meeting mine. Him. The shock on his face is there for a second before his cold resolve masks it.
He roughly laces his fingers through the blonde’s hair and pushes her down so she gags. His eyes don’t leave mine as he gives me a smirk.
The pure fire in Frankie’s eyes greets me when I look back at him. I can’t focus on the other women. He is all I see.
I want the man who's staring at me like he’s torn between strangling me and fucking me until I can’t walk.
The way she’s eye fucking me and biting that plump bottom lip tells me she’s not picturing anyone other than me doing that to her. I lick my lips and fire flashes in her eyes. She needs more. She’s desperate for it.
Fuck, I want her.
I can almost feel the conflict happening inside her brain. She wants to finish. She hates herself for wanting me, but she’s so turned on right now.
“You enjoy watching me, don’t you, detective?” I huskily rasp in her ear. She shivers against me. “No.” My lips twitch into a grin. “Liar.” “I-I’m not,” she whispers, her warm breath hitting against my cheek.
“I’ll warn you once. The next time we’re in the same room together, I will fuck you, Zara. I will ruin you for any other man. I’ve let you have your fun.”
“I’d be pretty pissed if my girlfriend got herself off imagining another man fucking her.”
“Now I know the most important thing there is to know about you, Zara.” He licks his lower lip. “Really? What’s that?” I counter. His head lowers, even with mine. “Just how absolutely breathtaking you look when you come thinking about me.”
“I didn’t do that from watching you.” The tease of his smile grows. “Really?” I bite back. “Yes. Really. I came thinking about you tied up on my bed, your red ass up in the air as I fuck that little tight hole of yours as you beg me to let you finish.”
“Quite the picture, isn’t it?” He tips his head to the side, his warm breath hitting against my jaw. We lock eyes, and he releases me.
I won’t be encouraging Keller to step back like Luca did. He’s a grown ass man. If he wants in, he’s in. I won’t say no to a trained killer being on my side. It will be good for Jax and Kai to learn from him.
My eyes flick back to Frankie, who is next to the container closer to the docks. The way he commands his men, and the way they respect him, fascinates me.
The sickening realization dawns on me. He is saving them from my dad.
Protect myself first. That’s what my dad always taught me.
“Are you hurt, dolcezza?”
I inhale her vanilla scent in an attempt to calm down, to settle my emotions.
“I’ve never had a stalker before. I’ve become quite accustomed to it. I can’t have you dying on me.”
She has guts and the potential to be a lot more than what she is.
Her feelings for me, whatever they may be. You don’t jump in front of someone unless you don’t want them to get hurt.
This confirms exactly what I thought. I can definitely use this woman. She is so distracted by me, she doesn’t realize I have her cuffs until they snap over her right wrist. “What the fuck?” she hisses at me. “I think you are the one under arrest, baby,” I mutter against her throat. Her body goes stiff against me. I clasp the other link over my own wrist. She yanks it, pinching my skin.
I yank her towards me so her body slams into my side. She relaxes against my touch. My voice drops as my lips brush the lobe of her ear. “We are more alike than you think, detective.”
“It’s your life against theirs. You always put yourself first. There are no second chances. Remember that next time,” I
“That means no more following me, Zara. This is your final warning. If I see you skulking in the shadows again, I won’t have a choice. Don’t put me in that position.”
I swear she’s fucking with me.
Getting my mom new treatment is not an excuse for trafficking girls. He’s
I can’t follow Frankie anymore. He gave me his warning and I believe him. I also know he doesn’t want to kill me. Whatever this weird pull is between us, he feels it, too. And we’re both fighting it.
He might be dangerous, brutal, and the most powerful man in the city. I’m not frightened of him. I am scared of the man behind this door. Frankie doesn’t hide the monster he is, but my dad does. That’s worse.
“You are a piece of shit, Dad.”
I don’t want to be a part of any family who believes trafficking women solves their problems. You make me fucking sick.” My
