Page 99 of Mob Queen

I decide to try to push past my hard-on by returning my attention to my laptop. But when Frankie walks out in a towel, with her hair up in a messy bun, my cock becomes easily invested in her again.

She pulls the covers back, drops the towel on the floor and slides into bed. “Is everything okay?” I ask again, hoping to get a straightforward answer.

“Just lining my ducks up before I snap their necks.”

I close my laptop and turn to look at her. “I want to talk to you about something.”

She rolls her eyes, sits up in bed and drags the bedding up to cover her tits. “What?” Frankie folds her arms tightly across her chest.

The hair on the back of my neck lifts. “I’m going to quit my job.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m compromising my own integrity, and it’s making me uncomfortable.”

Frankie snorts and shrugs. “Do whatever you want.” She slides down under the covers and turns her back to me.

“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say?”

“I’m not your keeper, Miller. Do whatever you want.”

Anger bubbles through me as I sit staring at her. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?” Frankie turns and narrows her eyes at me. “What’s the problem?”

“You. You’re the problem.”

“What have I done?”

“I’m about to leave my career because of you.”

“I didn’t tell you to do anything. You want to work, work. You want to leave, leave. I’ve got enough money to sustain us both for several lifetimes.”

I click my tongue as I stare at Frankie, and shake my head. “The FBI is breathing down my neck, and you don’t give a shit.” I push the bedding off of me and leap to my feet.

“I see.” Frankie’s eyes are hard, and her mouth is pursed into a thin line.

I stop looking for my jeans and t-shirt, and swivel to face Frankie. “What do you see?”

“You’re looking for a fight, so...” She too leaps out of the bed, and quickly dresses in a pair of tights and a loose-fitting t-shirt. “Go.” Frankie throws her arms up, waiting for me.

“I don’t want to fight with you, but I want...”

“What? You want me to say something mushy? I’m not that type of woman, Miller.”

My shoulders slump forward and my mouth falls open. “I want you to give me an indication of what we have.” I motion between us.

She screws her mouth in snorts. “How many times have I threatened you?”

“Too many to count.”

“I’ve burnt your house down, shot your tires, destroyed your phones, yet here you are.” She points to the floor. “What else do you want from me?”

I blink as I try to make sense of her words. “If I leave my job, it’ll be because of you. You’ve darkened my soul, Frankie. Because of you I might end up in jail.”

Frankie throws her head back and laughs. “You hold a position of power, Miller. I’m sure you know people across all law enforcement, hell, you reached out to your FBI buddy to shut down the whore house. Yet, you never told any of them about me. You think I’m solely to blame for this?” She shakes her head as she advances toward me. “You’re as much responsible for what we have, as I am.”

“That’s ?”

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