Part 28 (2/2)
With a lot of maneuvering and an incredible amount of pain, I was able to roll onto my side to relieve the pressure on my lungs and stomach.
I should have listened to Deuce a long time ago. Frankie was beyond saving. This was who he was, who he had always been. Who he would always be.
I had to end this once and for all.
Nine fourteen A.M.
”So what you're trying to tell us, Mr. West, is that despite your state of the art security system, Franklin Deluva was still able to enter your club entirely unnoticed?”
Deuce scowled at Agent Ricardo Quintanilla. He was a short, fat and bald Mexican who wore clothing a size too small for him. He'd had to deal with him before, many, many times, serving warrants and doing impromptu searches at the club. He had a new partner. A s.e.xy little blonde b.i.t.c.h with a tight a.s.s, big perky t.i.ts and bad att.i.tude. Half his boys were eyeing her like she was a piece of f.u.c.king cake. He wanted to stab her in the eye with a screwdriver.
”He musta cased the place for awhile,” Ripper said, glaring down at the Quintanilla. ”Knew what camera's to avoid.”
Quintanilla surveyed Ripper's face and grimaced. ”Deluva's handiwork I a.s.sume,” He said gesturing his cell phone towards Ripper's face. ”Seen it before. Only those unlucky b.a.s.t.a.r.ds were all dead.”
”f.u.c.kin' great,” He growled. ”Let's just keep sittin' round here chattin' about the f.u.c.ks Frankie buried while he starts choppin' up my f.u.c.kin' woman.”
”Mmmmmmmm,” The blonde b.i.t.c.h hummed, tapping her pen against her lips. ”Don't you mean Franklin Deluva's woman or maybe Chase Henderson's woman? ”
She turned in a circle, doing a survey of the room and all the people in it. ”Have you all had Mrs. Fox-Deluva? Is she everyone's woman?”
He shot up off the couch and then Ripper and Jase were on him, pus.h.i.+ng him back down.
”Say something else b.i.t.c.h!” He roared, struggling against his boys. ”And you won't live to see another day!”
”Are you threatening a federal agent Mr. West?” She said. ”I'm simply suggesting your woman may have gone willingly with her husband!”
”Marie!” Quintanilla bellowed.
”Willingly?” He roared. ”He made me watch him rape her! Do you f.u.c.kin' get that? I was chained to a f.u.c.kin' radiator watchin' my woman gettin' slammed by a f.u.c.kin' psychopath and I couldn't do s.h.i.+t about it!”
He heard a shriek that could have been either Danny or Kami or both. The rest of the club went silent.
c.o.x sucked in a breath. ”Prez,” He whispered.
He ignored him. ”Listen to me agent c.u.n.t,” He hissed. ”I'm way past threatenin' you. I'm straight ready to f.u.c.kin' bury you so you best hope my boys don't let me go.”
”Don't let him go,” Quintanilla said dryly. He turned to his partner. ”Get the f.u.c.k outside.”
Eleven fifty five A.M.
I wolfed down my cheeseburger and fries. It had been forever since I'd last eaten and I was starving. Frankie was watching me from the corner of the room near the door, a bottle of vodka between his legs and a blank stare on his face.
”Can I have some?” I whispered, pointing at the half empty bottle.
He glanced down at the bottle then back to me, nodding.
I slid off the bed and slowly walked towards him. Stopping a few inches from his feet, I sat down and reached for the bottle. I had just wrapped my fingers around the neck when Frankie's hand clamped down over mine.
I looked up.
A tear slid down Frankie's cheek. ”Eva,” He whispered. ”Can't sleep baby, can't f.u.c.kin' sleep. It's been weeks and weeks and weeks...”
My heart skipped.
”Baby,” I said, reaching for him. ”Come here.”
Scrambling to his knees, he engulfed me in his arms and buried his face in my neck. Trembling, my heart breaking, I stroked his hair, his back.
”Remember my prom?” I whispered. ”Remember dancing on the roof afterwards? We danced and laughed until the sun came up. It was one of the best nights of my life baby.”
His large body sagged against mine and he started sobbing.
”Oh G.o.d baby, no.” I pulled his head up so I could see his face. ”Frankie,” I breathed, wiping his tears off his cheeks. ”You don't have to cry anymore. I'm here now. I'm never leaving you, never again baby.”
”You can't,” He rasped. ”I can't sleep without you and I can't breathe baby, I can't f.u.c.kin' breathe. I feel sick to my stomach all the time.”
”Shh,” I soothed, stroking his cheeks, battling my own tears. ”Make love to me baby. Let me show you how much I love you.”
The familiar taste of his tears mixed with vodka flooded my mouth and I let myself go for a little while, tasting Frankie for the very last time. His hands traveled my body, pus.h.i.+ng my dress straps off my shoulders and my dress down to my waist.
”Eva,” He breathed, cupping my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”My Eva.”
”Yes,” I whispered. ”I'm yours. Forever.”
I pushed his back up against the wall and went for his belt buckle. He sat down and lifted his hips so I could slide his jeans down his legs. Holding me close, he rocked me backwards and covered me with his body.
”I love you,” I cried softly, grabbing his backside and taking him inside of me. ”I've loved you for as long as I can remember.”
”f.u.c.k baby,” He groaned. ”I love you, I f.u.c.kin' love you, I love you so f.u.c.kin' much.”
With every thrust he proclaimed his love for me, moving faster and harder each time.
I reached beside me for Frankie's jeans and the serrated blade he kept sheathed on his belt.
”Harder baby,” I whispered, needing him distracted. ”Give me all that love.”
Frankie buried his face in my neck, his tears drenching my hair as his body began slamming into mine.
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