“This is so not any of your business,” I growl, stepping forward and using the hand not pressing the medication to my chest to give Nico a hard slap on his shoulder.Frankie comes into the house then, looking eagerly over at us. “Oh, are we beating Nico? So soon in the morning? Nice to get an early
He smirks at me.“And you and Nico really are okay?” I ask quietly, wanting to know, wanting to check in on him one-on-one.“I promise,” Christian replies, his voice soft. “It was…less dangerous than it could have been, partially because we didn’t get as far as I’d have wanted.”“Really?” I ask, sit
“Christian!” Frankie shouts, making me jump as he slams his hand down on the table and then gets to his feet. “This is absolutely the wrong fucking plan!”“Sit down, Frank!” Christian shouts back, clearly getting mad at his bodyguard. “You’re out of line!”“You’re letting this desire for power get t
Guilt rolls in me. God, had I gone too far?“Okay,” I say instantly, nodding. “I’ll do it – of course I’ll do it.”Christian’s face breaks into his beautiful smile. “You’re amazing,” he breathes, leaning forward to wrap his arms around me. I reach up and put my arms around his neck and he lifts, pul
About four hours later, I’m all dressed and ready to go. Nico and Christian are in the living room dressed in suits, coordinating the final details of something on their phones, so Frankie and I are just…waiting.“Are we sure about this?” I ask, looking down at the coordinated sweatsuit that Nico ma
“Okay, so, now we’re going to shoot it.”I whip my head up to stare at Frankie. “What!?”“Did you think this was merely theoretical, donna sardine?”“Why do you keep calling me fish names?” I ask, scrunching my nose.“Bait fish, Bambs,” he says, smirking at me. “Just like you.”I narrow my eyes at h
Three hours after that, I pull one of Christian’s fancy cars up in the parking lot of Lupa and let out an anxious breath, my hands tight on the wheel.“You’re fine, Bambs,” Frankie murmurs, and I glance briefly down to where he’s tucked himself next to and under the dashboard of the passenger seat,
“So,” I say, raising my eyebrows at Andre. “Found a replacement for me already?”“She’s no replacement,” he says, narrowing his eyes at the girl’s turned back before looking down at the bar in front of him. “Can’t cut fruit for shit. Every piece a different size.”I laugh, folding my hands together