She grimaces. “Oops.”
Another text comes through.
Klutch: Answer me right fucking now.
I quickly type out a reply.
Demi: I’m fine. With Kenny. Be back soon.
His response is immediate.
Klutch: That’s not what I fucking asked. WHERE. ARE. YOU?
I look at Kenny, who shrugs helplessly.
“Might as well tell him the truth,” she suggests. “He’s going to find out anyway.”
I groan. She’s right. I type out my reply and hit send.
Demi: At my apartment. Looking for my dad. We’re leaving now.
Klutch: Don’t fucking move
Flashing the screen at McKenna I worry my lip. He’s never spoken to me like this before.
“Shit, Dems. I think he’s really mad.”
I’m just about to agree with her when the front door opens and in steps none other than Frankie Fish himself followed closely by one of his goons.
I grab Kenny’s hand and pull her with me as I step back.
Frankie eyes the both of us up and down. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Bobby’s little whore daughter and oh looky. A bonus treat.” He licks his lips suggestively and my stomach turns.
“If you’re looking for my dad, he’s not here. But I–”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarls, cutting me off before I can tell him that I have most of the money my dad owes him.
My mouth snaps shut as fear courses through my veins.
Frankie Fish is exactly as terrifying as one would imagine. Slicked-back hair, expensive suit that can’t quite hide his heavyset frame, and cold, dead eyes that remind me of a shark.
His goon, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, closes the door behind them. I grip Kenny’s hand tighter as we take another step back.
“You know, your daddy made a lot of promises,” Frankie says, moving further into the apartment. “Always ‘next week, Frankie’ or ‘I just need a little more time.’ My patience has run out.”
“I have the money,” I blurt out, desperation making my voice crack. “Almost all of it. Nine and a half thousand. It’s in my purse.” I point to my bag on the floor.
Frankie pauses, tilting his head as if considering my offer. Then his lips spread into a sinister smile that sends ice through my veins.
“That’s cute, sweetheart. But your daddy’s deadline was yesterday. And now...” He looks me up and down again in a way that makes me feel physically ill. “Now I’m thinking there are other ways to satisfy his debt.”
Kenny steps forward, placing herself in front of me. “Back off, asshole. She said she has your money.”
“Johnny,” Frankie nods at his goon. “Shut that one up.”
It happens so fast. Johnny lunges, grabbing for Kenny while I’m shoved backward, stumbling over the coffee table. Fight or flight kicks in and Kenny reacts violently, her nails raking across Johnny’s face as she screams.
“Get your hands off her!” I yell, scrambling to my feet and launching myself at Johnny’s back.
