Part 28 (1/2)
Chase had gotten off easy.
In his peripheral vision, he saw Frankie get up on his knees and lift Eva's hips. His hand snaked around her waist and dipped between her thighs. Eva lost her battle. Her breath caught, her eyes rolled back, even as tears streamed down her face. Her legs quaking, she went face first into the pillow, crying out softly through her o.r.g.a.s.m. Frankie followed her down, groaning loudly, his body jerking.
Then Frankie turned to him. And grinned.
Living death.
He cried for the first time in forty four years. He cried exactly three silent tears. But for him it was a f.u.c.king waterfall.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:.
Six thirty eight P.M.
Deuce blinked up at c.o.x.
”Prez?” c.o.x whispered hoa.r.s.ely staring at his cuffed hand.
”My girls?” He asked numbly. ”Ivy, Danny?”
”With Kami,” c.o.x whispered. ”Where's Foxy?”
”Gone,” He said brokenly. ”Frankie.”
c.o.x dropped to his knees and tested the cuffs. As if he hadn't already. As if he wasn't missing most of the skin on his hand and hadn't broken all his fingers trying to get out of it. But his hands were too f.u.c.king big. So now, he was cuffed to a radiator with a skinless broken hand.
”Gotta get Freebird,” He said. ”He's the only one who can pick cuffs quickly.”
He nodded.
c.o.x paused at the door. ”Deuce,” He said quietly. ”We're gonna get her back.”
He didn't look at him.
”He's a dead man, Prez.”
No. Frankie wasn't a dead man. Frankie was a dead man.
Eleven eleven P.M Frankie's entire body twitched violently, something that always happened before he went into a violent rage. I stayed where I was, sitting on the motel bed, watching him closely.
”Can't take much more, Eva. You f.u.c.kin' Chase broke me and then you start f.u.c.kin' the hors.e.m.e.n b.a.s.t.a.r.d AGAIN, you have his f.u.c.kin' baby and I swear to you I almost killed you a million times. Comin' out of his f.u.c.kin' club, playin' with his f.u.c.kin' kids in the yard, ridin' on the back of his f.u.c.kin' bike. I stood in a line behind you at the bank holding a knife to the base of your f.u.c.kin' spine ready to kill you and your b.a.s.t.a.r.d baby. But I couldn't f.u.c.kin' do it! I couldn't hurt you! AND IT f.u.c.kIN' BROKE ME EVA!”
”Baby,” I whispered, trying hard not to think about Frankie killing my daughter. ”The cops know you killed Chase. They're looking for you.”
He gave me a look that suggested I was the crazy one in the room. ”Babe. Who the f.u.c.k cares 'bout the cops?”
Suddenly his eyes bugged out. ”You liked f.u.c.kin' him, didn't you b.i.t.c.h? You liked rich boy c.o.c.k!”
”No,” I whispered, swallowing hard. ”It's what he wanted in return for getting you out.”
Frankie laughed. ”Glad I made him eat his own c.o.c.k. f.u.c.kin' deserved it.”
Unable to get the imagery of what he had done to Chase out of my head my stomach lurched and I began to gag. Frankie sat down beside me and rubbed circles on my back.
”That's what he did baby,” Frankie whispered and I could hear the smile on his face. ”Gagged and screamed.”
My stomach emptied.
Nine oh three A.M.
Deuce stared at his f.u.c.ked up hand. The doctor's at the ER couldn't give him a cast because of the lack of skin. They'd had to set each bone and individually splint his fingers, then they treated and wrapped his skinless hand and put the whole f.u.c.king mess in a sling.
Now he was back at the club, drinking a bottle of scotch, watching Danny play peek-a-boo with Ivy. He and his boys had searched for hours for any sign of Frankie or Eva and had come up empty. They'd had no choice but to involve the cops. Who hadn't turned up jack s.h.i.+t.
The FBI was going to show up any minute now.
Deuce knew Frankie wasn't going to go back to prison. Men like him would rather die than be behind bars. And this particular man was so f.u.c.ked in the head he was going to take Eva down with him. So she could be with him forever.
f.u.c.king h.e.l.l.
He was going to lose her to Frankie. Again. This time for good.
”Deuce,” Kami said, sitting down beside him. ”You need anything for the pain?”
He needed Eva. She was all he f.u.c.king needed. She was all he had ever needed.
”No,” He croaked.
She wrapped her skinny arms around him and he let her hold him because he knew she was hurting just as bad as he was. And truthfully he needed the f.u.c.king comfort.
ZZ looked over from behind the bar and the stacked security monitors there. ”Prez. Feds are here.”
Ripper stepped out of the hallway. ”Prez, go ahead and let 'em in. Boys got s.h.i.+t locked up tight.”
He lifted his chin in ZZ's direction. ”Get the kids outta here and let the a.s.sholes in.”
Nine oh seven A.M.
I pulled on my restraints, wincing as the rope chaffed painfully against my skin. I was on my stomach, all four of my limbs were tied together behind my back, Frankie had even gone so far as to connect my wrists to my ankles and stuff a pillowcase in my mouth.
All of this just so he could feel safe leaving me here while he went for food.
He didn't trust me and when Frankie didn't trust someone it never ended well.