Page 55 of Mob Queen

My teeth grind while I clench my jaw. “What do you need from me?”

“Nothing. This is just a courtesy to you because I know you want to take them down too.”

“Thanks.” I hang up and sit back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. I know Frankie is unhinged and fucking crazy, but a human trafficker? If she is, then I need to cut all ties with her now and let her rot away in jail. I can’t be part of this.

Hell, I shouldn’t be entertaining thoughts of fucking her again.

I stand and pace back and forth in my office. I’m stuck. Should I ask her? But I also know she’s smart, and if I do, then she’ll know something is happening, and she’ll change the human cargo.

“What the fuck do I do?” I place both my hands on my head as I pace.

* * *

There’s nothing better than coming home and switching off.

That would work for me if I could stop myself from thinking about Frankie and her being a human trafficker. I sit at my dining table, scrolling through the internet attempting to find whatever I can about the DeLuca name.

I’ve gotten myself into a mess, and I need to figure this out before it becomes public.

The knock on my door pulls me out of the heavy headspace I’m in. I close my laptop, then walk over to the door. I’m greeted by a bloody Frankie. “What the hell? Are you hurt?” I pull her inside and quickly scan and feel her body. “Whose blood is this?” Frankie throws her head back as she laughs. “What happened?” My heart is in my throat as I try to figure out what’s happening. I take my phone out of my pocket and hit 9-1-1. “I’m calling the police and an ambulance.”

She pulls a gun out of the back of her pants and points it at me. “I’ll fucking shoot you if you finish dialing that number.”

I take a step back and lift my hands in surrender, showing her the screen that I haven’t dialed. “What is going on? If you’re hurt, I have to get you to the hospital.” She uses the gun to gesture for me to give her my phone. I hand it to her and she drops it to my hardwood floor, then stomps on it. “You’re a fucking psycho, get out of my house.”

Frankie fucking giggles like she has no care in the world. “Sit your ass down.” She points to the chair ajar at the dining table.

There’s a knot at the base of my throat, and my pulse quickens as so many worries jumble around in my head. I walk over and sit with Frankie still pointing the gun at me. She advances toward me and straddles my hips. My body instantly reacts to her, my cock growing with a desperate need to be inside her. “Just tell me if you’re hurt.”

Frankie grinds against me as she lays the gun on the table. She makes light work of my tie, and my breath gets caught in my throat. My head is fucking with me. I want her, but...

“Shut up,” she says as she slowly, and seductively slides my tie off. I grab her hips, and thrust up once, my primal desire overtaking my logical mind. She’s covered in blood, and I don’t even know if it’s hers or someone else’s, but I want her. She grabs my hand and moves it behind the chair, then does the same with the other one. Within seconds, she’s looped the tie through the chair and around my wrists. Frankie pushes up off me and smirks. “Now, stay here.”

“You’ve tied me to a chair; I can’t exactly go anywhere.”

Frankie backs away, then pivots and heads for the staircase. She looks over her shoulder at me, winks and takes off upstairs.

“What the fuck?” I whisper. I should break this chair and untie myself, but I’m so damn hard and turned on that I want to see where this is going. My head lolls back and I close my eyes, desperately trying to find my sanity. “Get it together,” I scold myself. I hear my shower turn on, and I release a relieved breath. She’s crazy. A fucking nutcase. She comes into my home ? covered in blood ? ties me to a chair and goes for a shower. At least she didn’t break in this time.

The moments Frankie is in the shower gives me some time to talk myself out of this being something I want. But, the problem is, Frankie DeLuca will likely drown me – and I still crave her level of crazy. Maybe this should be a lesson for me and I should back away from her.

She makes me feel alive.

God, I hate how much Frankie affects me. I want to push all these insane feelings down and forget about her.

Damn it, I can’t.

But the fact she’s shipping human cargo is something I can’t get past. I need to get rid of her.

The water turns off, and I tilt my head up to look at the ceiling. I sit straighter and wait for whatever her level of crazy is going to bring now. I swallow the lump in my throat and my heart races while I wait.

I see her bare feet, followed by her long legs, then her naked torso comes into view. Frankie walks down the stairs slowly, causing a visceral reaction. A raw hunger grows in my gut as my eyes follow her casual footsteps toward me.

Frankie’s wild hair has been tamed by water as it limply hangs down past her shoulders. Her body is glistening from the shower, she hasn’t even bothered drying. She stops in front of me and seductively nips on her lower lip. “Why are you here, Frankie?”

She shifts from one foot to the other while she watches me. Frankie lifts her hand and gently runs her fingertips over her lips. My cock grows and I can’t help but focus on her mouth. “Come here.” I jiggle my tie, hoping for give so I can break out of my restraint.

Frankie traces a line from her mouth, lazily down to her tits, where she tugs on her nipples and fondles her plump breasts.

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