The thought of Frankie’s belly round with my baby, marked as mine in the most permanent way possible hits me like a sledgehammer, and fuck me if I don’t want that more than I want my next breath.
Chapter Thirteen
Frankie
It’s been a week since I arrived at the Kings’ clubhouse. Well, maybe arrived isn’t the right word. Technically I was dragged here against my will, though that feels like a lifetime ago now. My days are spent here in the tech room, searching for Heather alongside Cyber, and my nights...
I bite my lip, a blush warming my cheeks. My nights are spent wrapped up in Bane’s arms, his hands on my body, his mouth exploring every inch like he’s trying to commit every curve to memory.
The man’s insatiable.
Since learning I’m on birth control, he’s made it his mission to have me every chance he gets. In the shower, on the kitchen counter, bent over his bike in the middle of the night. Anywhere and everywhere—nowhere is off-limits.
And I love every minute of it.
I never imagined myself in this place, with a man almost twice my age. A man who is an outlaw, the very same man who broke into my home and took me like a thief in the night. And yet, here I am. Happier than I’ve ever been.
Which is precisely why I need to talk to Trinity.
Nibbling on my lip, I glance at Cyber from the corner of my eye. He’s got his earbuds in, head bobbing slightly to whatever he’s listening to, completely in the zone.
My eyes shift to my computer screen.
Fuck it.
I open the secure back channel on the dark web that Trinity and I use to communicate. Immediately I see several messages from her, each one sounding more panicked than the last.
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU????
Frankie, it’s been DAYS.
Answer me!
If you don’t check in soon, I’m going to the cops.
I’m not playing, damnit!
Shit. I didn’t even think about how worried she’d be. Some best friend I am.
I quickly type back.
I’m at the Kings’ clubhouse.
Her reply comes seconds later.
WHAT THE HELL???
It’s a LONG story
I type, thinking that doesn’t even begin to cover it. In fact, I’m not even sure where the hell I’d even start, trying to explain.
Are you safe???
Her reply comes immediately and my heart warms. God, I love my bestie. Despite everything, her first concern is my safety.
I am. I’m helping the Kings with a… problem.
Since when do we HELP the KINGS?????
