Each moment I could keep Frank talking rather than beating or raping me or both of us was one more minute for the Grassi men to track us down.
And theywouldcome.
Remo had already saved me once.
I looked from her to the man beside her, feeling my stomach twist. Because I didn’t recognize him.
I thought I knew all of Frank’s henchmen. But this guy wasn’t familiar at all.
Was he new?
Did he have a bigger crew than I realized?
Or was this something else entirely?
“Well, do you?” I asked Frank.
“Do I what?”
“Want him to shut me up? That’d be weird. Since all you’ve ever wanted is my attention. You have it. So are you going to have him shut me up, or…”
“So you admit you were a fucking tease.”
This was good.
This kept things personal.
Instead of about, I imagined, the whole office incident.
“Tell me, Frank, how long did the women who sang before me last after they fucked you?”
He stiffened at the word.
Because I’d always been nothing but sweet and flirty, never vulgar, around him.
“That has nothing to do with it.”
“It has everything to do with it. I’m here because I needed a job. Job security is kind of the name of the game.”
“We’re wasting time,” the guy behind me said.
Frank’s eyes flicked up to him.
If I hadn’t been watching so closely, I might have missed it. The way fear sliced across his face.
Oh.
So that was it.
He wasn’t in charge here.
Milo mentioned that Remo figured there might be someone pulling Frank’s strings.
These guys that I didn’t recognize, they must have belonged to whoever that shadowy guy was.
That made this even more dangerous.
“Oh,” I said, brows raising as I looked at Frank. “So, you’re not actually in charge here, are you? Wow. That must… sting a little, huh?”
