I’d also need to figure out my living situation, make sure to pay back all of the money that I’d been using off of Malachi’s accounts, and a few other important things where it came to my friend.
When that was done, I’d like to continue the job that I was doing.
I enjoyed it.
Lastly… I needed to stop being a bitch and make sure that I stopped living my life in the shadows.
I had nothing to be embarrassed about, and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t pull Frankie into
those shadows with me.
With my mind so occupied on what I needed to do and get done, I wasn’t paying attention to how
close I was to the house until the steps were almost directly in front of me.
Shaking my head at my scattered thoughts, I took the steps two at a time and made my way to the
bedroom where I took a quick shower.
It was as I was stepping into my underwear in the middle of the bedroom where Frankie was still
sleeping that I heard it.
A pounding, insistent knock.
Glass crashed and I went from curious to very alert in about three seconds flat.
Frankie was lifting her head groggily from the pillow when I stood up straight, gun in my hand,
and found myself facing six black-clad figures with their guns trained directly at me.
“Police, drop your weapon!”
***
I didn’t know what to do.
I had no allies here.
No friends. No nothing.
What I had was a damning murder, a terrified fiancée, and the possibility of actually seeing jail
time.
I needed someone in my corner. In Frankie’s corner.
Now.
Chapter 19
When your day is going really well and you don’t trust it.
-The Fuckening
Frankie
I went to sleep with the house empty, and my heart feeling ravaged.
