I shouldn"t have come and imposed on your life.
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P.S. Take care of yourself.
"Prez?"
"What?"
"She"s a good girl," Blue said. "Sweet too. Knows her way round a club, took two f.u.c.kin" fists for it. f.u.c.kin" adores you too, woulda thought you were the King of f.u.c.kin" England way she looks at you, and she"s good to the boys, not givin" "em s.h.i.t "bout the girls, bringin" them beers, talkin" and jokin" with "em, makin" friends with Jase"s piece a a.s.s. Didn"t much like Miranda..."
Blue tossed back another shot and chuckled.
"But I don"t much blame her. I were you I woulda done everything I coulda to keep a girl like that in my bed."
What else could he have done short of tying her to the bed or drugging her.
"Yeah," He muttered, "Too late now."
His hand fisted around the note, crushing it.
"Pour me one of those," He muttered, taking a seat beside Blue.
f.u.c.k Eva Fox and her perfect face and her perfect t.i.ts. He had a life to get back to.
So he got back to it.
For three long years he lived his f.u.c.king life.
His miserable f.u.c.king life.
And then he saw her again.
And miserable got a f.u.c.k of a lot worse.
CHAPTER EIGHT:.
Groaning, Frankie collapsed on top of me.
"Off," I demanded, pushing at him. "I can"t breathe."
He lifted his head, grinning. "Like you where you are babe. f.u.c.kin" naked and underneath me."
Frankie was insatiable. I almost wished he would start whoring around at the club and give me break.
"Frankie! I can"t breathe! Get off!"
Grunting, he pushed himself up a few inches. "I"m tryin" babe but you"re not lettin" me back in."
"Ahhh!" I yelled, shoving him as hard as I could. Which wasn"t very hard but I did manage to shove him off to the side so I was able to roll away.
Frankie rolled too, reaching for me. I jumped backwards and slapped his hands away. Glaring at him, I headed into the bathroom to dress.
"Remind me why we had to sleep at the club?" I asked, stepping into my underwear then slipping my jersey cotton sheath dress over my head.
"Got a meetin" this mornin"."
I pulled my hair up and turned on the faucet. Scooping water in my hands, I started washing my face. "So, why did I have to stay at the club?"
"Can"t sleep without you babe."
Grabbing Frankie"s toothbrush, I loaded it with toothpaste and shoved it in my mouth.
"What"s the meeting about?" I mumbled around the toothbrush.
"Bunch of MCs havin" trouble with Angelo Buonarroti. Seems the douchebag put out a coupla bids for the same jobs. Things got messy, brother"s got buried. Need to get this s.h.i.t straightened out. Maybe Buonarroti needs to go to ground. We"ll see."
I spit, rinsed the toothbrush and put it back in its holder. Then I grabbed my makeup bag and set to work making myself look presentable.
"Gonna go have breakfast with Kami while you"re working."
"At her place?"
I leaned forward, dotting some cover up underneath my eyes. "Probably."
"Don"t like that f.u.c.ker she married," Frankie muttered.
I grinned. "Who does?"
Chase Henderson was a high paid lawyer for a predominant law firm who had made partner by the age of twenty five. We"d all gone to prep school together but he"d gone off to Harvard whereas Kami and I had stayed in Manhattan to attend NYU. Their parents had arranged their marriage a long time ago. It was ridiculously old school but it wasn"t unheard of in their circle. There were many wealthy, political families that still practiced arranged marriages.
Chase was extraordinarily good looking in an All-American Calvin Klein underwear model kind of way. Never once had I seen him not clean-shaven and without one of many designer outfits on. He never had a single gelled hair out of place and always wore a p.i.s.sed off, haughty expression. There was nothing simple or comfortable about him. He reminded me of a house that was too expensive, too new, too clean, too perfect, to feel comfortable in.
Kami despised him.
She had been cheating on him with her personal trainer since they had gotten home from their honeymoon. He cheated on her with a variety of women, none of whom lasted longer than a few weeks, if that.
It was ridiculous.
"Don"t like the way he looks at you babe."
I snorted. "Frankie, you don"t like anyone looking at me. Period. You didn"t like my college professor"s looking at me when I raised my hand. Remember Professor Reynolds? Daddy had to pay him off big time for the beating you gave him. Besides, Chase thinks I"m biker trash."
"b.i.t.c.h, get a f.u.c.kin" clue!" Frankie yelled. "a.s.shole looks at you like he"s f.u.c.kin" starvin" and you"re a G.o.dd.a.m.n steak!"
Letting my hair down, I rolled my eyes. Men. Always hungry.
"Don"t you have a meeting to get to?"
"Waitin" for your sweet a.s.s so I can walk you out."
I shook my head and smiled at him.
Frankie was a great looking man. Long brown hair, a scruffy beard, a body made for s.e.x, covered in tattoos and s.e.xy scars. He was good in bed, too. A good combination of attentive and demanding and he didn"t stray. This I knew because wherever I was, at home, at the clubhouse, in the supermarket, in the shower, Frankie was there too. Or somewhere nearby. Or on his way there. Or skyping me. Or tracking me through my cell phone with his cellphone.
Three years ago I had come home from Montana and was met with insanity the likes of which I"d never seen before. The club was in an uproar, first because I"d gone missing, second because Frankie had completely flipped his s.h.i.t and was beating on anyone who got near him, beating himself with the b.u.t.t of his gun, bashing his head and fists into walls until they bled, screaming, swearing and cursing me to h.e.l.l.
Ignoring my father"s temper tantrum and responsibility speech I went straight to Frankie"s room and found him curled up in a corner covered in blood.
"s.h.i.t," I muttered, getting to my knees beside him.
"Frankie," I whispered. "Baby, look at me."
He moved fast. His hands shot out and gripped both my forearms. Dragging me down to the floor, he rolled over top of me. Blood encrusted eyelids blinked down at me.
"Eva," He croaked. "Where the f.u.c.k have you been?"
"I just needed some breathing room baby, I"m sorry I left you."
He cupped my cheeks, ran his fingers through my hair, then down to my shoulders and up and down my arms. Before I knew it, his hands were all over me, pulling the top of my sundress down, baring my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He took one in his hand and the other in his mouth.
"f.u.c.k," I breathed. "Frankie, no..."
"Not waitin" anymore, babe," He muttered around my breast. Lifting his hips, he pulled the hem of my dress up.
I tried to push him off me. "I"m not going to leave you again!" I promised. "We don"t need to do this!"
Frankie dug his fingers in between my knees and wrenched my legs open. His hips surged forward forcing them to stay open and he yanked on his belt. I started to panic.
"Please!" I cried. "Please don"t do this!"
"No baby," He growled, "I"m not gonna f.u.c.kin" let you say no to me anymore. You get me? You"re not f.u.c.kin" runnin" from me anymore. Told you a long time ago you were mine and its "bout time you got that s.h.i.t through your thick f.u.c.kin" skull."
This was all said while he was opening his belt and unzipping his jeans. Now he was yanking my underwear to one side and I could feel him trying to enter me.
"Wait!" I cried, shoving at his chest. "Don"t!"
"f.u.c.k," He muttered. He spit in his palm then rubbed his hand over me, wetting me, then he was back, pushing inside.
"Frankie!" I screamed, trying to wiggle backwards to prevent him from fully seating himself.
"STOP!"
His hand slapped down over my mouth; I kept screaming but the sound was m.u.f.fled and hoa.r.s.e and no one heard but Frankie and me.
"Been waitin" too f.u.c.kin" long for this," He groaned, pushing harder, his heavy chest crumpling my attempts at moving him. "You"re not f.u.c.kin" stoppin" me anymore. You"re never f.u.c.kin" stoppin" me again."
He thrust. Hard. And found purchase. I stilled, tears in my eyes, staring up at him. Frankie had just forced himself on me, inside of me. My Frankie. It was surreal, confusing, like a dream or a movie you remember from a long time ago.
"Lock your ankles around my back," He rasped. Dazed, I did as he asked. He released my mouth to grip my backside and pump harder. Numb, I listened to his skin slapping against mine, his heavy breathing, my head knocking against the wall.
"How the f.u.c.k could you leave me?" He rasped. "I can"t f.u.c.kin" sleep without you, haven"t f.u.c.kin" slept in days. You f.u.c.kin" did that to me, b.i.t.c.h. You f.u.c.kin" let that happen."
I had. I"d known he was going to freak and I"d left him anyway. I should have realized this was going to happen, that he would completely lose it and need to bind me to him in a way he thought was permanent. G.o.d, this was all my fault.
"I"m sorry," I whispered brokenly. "G.o.d Frankie, I"m so sorry. It won"t happen again, I promise."
"No s.h.i.t," He hissed. "You won"t f.u.c.kin" like what happens if you do...Eva... f.u.c.k baby...I"m gonna come...f.u.c.k..."
His hips pistoned into me, slamming my head harder into the wall. "I"m coming baby, I"m f.u.c.kin" coming..."
I stared up at the ceiling. I wasn"t on birth control. I would need to get the morning after pill. I blinked. Did all of our bedroom ceilings look like that? I wasn"t sure. I made a mental note to check.
"f.u.c.kin" love you, Eva," Frankie breathed.
I wiped my tears away and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you too, baby," I whispered, holding him tight, rubbing his back, murmuring apologies.
It wasn"t a lie. I did love Frankie. With all my heart. But it was the wrong kind of love. I loved him like a best friend or a big brother, and not at all like a lover. But he"d forced his way into the lover category and there was nothing I could do; he needed me, he wasn"t going to let me go, so I gave him what he needed and tried to make the best of it.
That was three years ago.
Three years of being on the back of Frankie"s bike and in Frankie"s bed - which was actually mine. My room at the clubhouse was bigger and better.
"Who do you love, babe?"
I finished brushing my hair and walked out of the bathroom. "You," I said.
"f.u.c.k yeah you do."
Frankie finished dressing and sat down on the bed to pull his boots on. He looked me over and frowned. "Lot of leg you"re showin" babe."
I snorted. "Hardly."
Suddenly Frankie was on his feet unbuckling his belt and reaching for me.
"Jesus!" I screamed, scrambling away from him. "Focus you h.o.r.n.y b.a.s.t.a.r.d! You have a meeting! I have a breakfast date!"
He had my belly pressed up against the wall in two seconds flat. His tongue shot across my neck.
"Don"t care babe. You can"t f.u.c.kin" walk around half naked and expect me to keep my hands off."
"You don"t play fair," I whispered.