“You see, Iris,” Romano says, subtly rolling his chair closer so that he’s looking up at me, so that it’s no big deal to take his other hand and wrap it around the back of my other leg, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of my left thigh. “I’m starting to grow fond of you. I’m wondering whether
Just as Christian does. “Wouldn’t you like to have some nice things all of your own, Iris?” Romano murmurs, using his leverage on the back of my thigh to pull me a little closer, to make me take a stumbling step towards him. “A nice apartment? Jewelry? A car? I could –“ My head snaps to the righ
“You should not be discounting Christian’s friendship, Iris,” Frankie growls at me, pulling me closer to him, even as I dig in my heels and throw my weight back. “Frankie!” I groan between my teeth, trying to be quiet and looking anxiously towards the office door behind us where there’s still a gi
On instinct I spin, gasping as I look behind me to see Frankie standing there, his arm stretched out straight, a pistol in his hand. He looks forward and I spin again, back towards the men in the masks. They’re flat on the floor, completely still, but my eyes widen when I see the pools of red spread
“You going to let me carry you?” Frankie asks, crouching back on his heels and smirking at Lucy. “No, you idiot,” she sighs, shaking like I am and working to get to her feet. “They shot me in the arm, not the leg.” I just stand like an idiot, watching as Frankie reaches out and helps Lucy to her
“You’re the prettiest shooting victim I’ve ever seen,” I murmur, and she obliges me by laughing as I wipe a little black smudge off her cheek. But before I can say anything else, the door behind Lucy flies open and a young man is bending in, reaching for her, calling her name. I blink in surpris
I don’t know if I’m surprised or not to find Christian waiting for us, arms crossed and glaring at the door, when Frankie and I get back to the apartment. He’s blown so hot and cold on me lately – first not talking to me and lavishing Violetta with all his attention, and then chasing me into a stora
I frown at this, my heart breaking, because Frankie – he plays it so tough, so cool. But he killed two men today. Saved the rest of us – Lucy, me, his brother, his boss. But…it can’t be easy, can it? And even if it’s all part of a day’s work for a guy like him… Well, Frankie’s more tender than he