Page 106 of Don't Say You're Sorry
With one last glance at his brother, Axel turns around and heads toward the front door. It opens before he gets there, and Carter walks in carrying Frankie on his shoulder. He stops short when he sees Axel, but Axel keeps moving, muttering a quick goodbye to Frankie on his way out. Carter glares at the ceiling and carries on walking toward us.
“What’s up with Axel?” Frankie asks, looking at us upside down.
“Adam snapped the spaghetti in half and told him to run all the way back to London.”
“You spoke to him?” Carter asks at the same time Frankie says, “You snapped the spaghetti? That was a low blow.”
“He deserved it,” Adam mutters.
Frankie looks between the three of us, waiting for more. When we say nothing, she clicks her tongue. “I hate being out of the loop. Are any of you going to tell me what happened between you four?”
Carter smacks Frankie’s ass. “Stop trying to change the subject.”
“Someone’s touchy today,” she murmurs. “Put me down.”
He doesn’t.
Nate and Xavi come downstairs and walk into the kitchen hand in hand. They’re wearing different clothes than they were earlier, and their hair is wet from their shower. That explains why Nate gave Adam the job of cooking the spaghetti.
“What are you doing?” Nate asks Carter, gesturing to Frankie on his shoulder.
“I caught her trying to leave us for another family.”
“That’s a stretch.” Frankie rolls her eyes. “I told you I’m meeting my sister.”
“Fuck your sister. She’s a cunt.”
“So are you.”
“Yeah, but I’m a cunt who loves you. Can you say the same for her?”
She presses her lips together.
“He’s right, Frank,” Nate says. “Every time you go to see her, you come home miserable.”
“Last time, you came home with a black eye,” Xavi reminds her.
Adam’s eyes widen, and I make a cutthroat motion with my neck. If she senses even an ounce of pity, she’ll bite. He gets the message and schools his features.
“First of all, it was a split lip and a teeny cut on my eyebrow. Don’t be so dramatic,” Frankie says. “Second of all, mind your business. All of you.”
She wiggles her way out of Carter’s grip and slides down the front of his body. She tries to walk around him, but Carter moves with her, getting in her way.
“Move,” Frankie says.
He stays where he is. “What does she even want with you?”
“What does it matter? She’s my family.”
“We’reyour family, you little shit. Sit your ass down and have dinner with us.”
“Or what?”
“Easton will tie you to a chair,” he says simply. Leaning down so they’re eye level, he gives her a wicked look. “He knows how to tie the knots just right so you can’t escape.”
Frankie looks back at me and Adam with an impressed look on her face. “Is that true?
Adam’s cheeks heat as he rubs his wrists, probably remembering what I did to him last night.
