“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
“This is the opposite of what I wanted,” Christian growls towards Nico, giving me a little glare out of the corner of his eye. “I know,” Nico replies, nodding a long with him. “But,” he shrugs, “it’s done. People know Bambi now – know of her, at least. And unless you want to say she died in that s
God, what even is my life right now? Suddenly I miss Emi with a great deal of intensity, miss school, miss my brother, even though our relationship is mostly me taking care of him these days. I just miss my old life, where I felt…I don’t know. Safe. Human. Like myself. “Hey,” Christian’s voice is
I can almost feel Christian setting his jaw in frustration, even though I can’t see it. When I open my eyes, a little piece of me is pleased to see that I’m right. He starts to pull away from me, but I tighten my arms around him, not letting him go just yet. “Chris, can we just be friends again?”
I gape at him and then scowl, swatting away his hand. “I was not being a brat!” “There she is,” he murmurs, laughing and giving me a wink as he unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches for his door. “Brave Bambi, always coming forward when you make her feel a little spicy. Come on, Bambina, you’re safte