The Promise (The 'Burg, #5)

by Kristen Ashley

“I get you’re scared and I know why. But if I didn’t have somethin’ to offer that I’m gonna bust my balls to make good, somethin’ I know in my gut you want, same as me, this would be goin’ a whole lot differently. I haven’t earned it, baby. I don’t even fuckin’ deserve it. But I gotta ask you to trust me anyway.” “Okay,” she whispered, straight up, right there, no hesitation.

“All my life, didn’t have big hopes and dreams. Only one thing I wanted.” “I . . .” She swallowed, kept her eyes locked to him, and asked, “What was that, honey?” “A life that meant I’d have a calendar on my kitchen wall filled in with birthdays and anniversaries and parties and practices and special occasions. All the shit that makes a good life scribbled in the blocks printed on glossy paper hangin’ on a wall.” Her eyes grew bright and her breath grew shallow. “You gonna give that to me?” he asked. “Yes, Benny,” she responded instantly.

Frankie until my boy gets down there to take over.” Ben stopped dead in his bedroom. “Why’re you doin’ that?” “Why?” Sal clipped. “’Cause this is Frankie. She could be standin’ in a field in the middle of the day and a dead body would drop on her.” He was not wrong.

He pulled himself together to whisper, “Fuck me, you’re in the mob?” “Not me, not even close. But Frankie has connections, so heads up on that, I wouldn’t fuck her over,” Ben told him.