And then further back – his father, Tony, and Lorenzo – with Frankie’s bullets in their heads at Christian’s order. And perhaps these deaths were not completely for threatening my safety, but at least in part, under the full knowledge that they were coming after us – that they wouldn’t let us live.

And Frankie, if he gets caught stealing me from beneath Christian’s nose…god, but Christian will kill him. He’ll absolutely kill him. My hands begin to shake. “No going back, Bambs,” Frankie says, taking my chin sharply in his hand. “We already decided. Yes?” “Yes,” I whisper, realizing the

“We begin,” Frankie says, turning his eyes back to the road, “with a frank discussion of how fucked we actually are.” My eyebrows go up a little at this, but I steel myself against the emotions that begin to well up in me – especially the idea that I dragged Frankie into this, that he’s only fucke

“Hi!” I say, falling into the cheerful persona that always works best in the clubs that I’ve worked at the moment we step through the door. Frankie follows coolly at my heels as I stride forward towards the manager, playing idly with my hair, knowing it makes me look silly and a little dumb. “Um, I

Days pass. And honestly, I don’t remember most of them. I spend most of my time staring out the passenger-side window contemplating my life, my choices, my relationship. Wondering how fast Christian is going to catch up to us, what he will do to Frankie and I when he does. The thoughts are so