"Jenny…." Frank called her once again. Apparently, she was stunned.  "Is this the first time she is seeing blood?" Todd chimed in, and it only irritated Frank.  The maid who was huddled in the corner had gathered herself and hastened to bring a glass of water for Jennifer.  Frank hurried to give it to her which Jennifer gladly drank. It was only then was she able to look away from the motionless body in front of her and look worriedly at Frank. Her hands trembled as she tried her best not to look at the scarlet droplets splattered all over the place or the dead bodies that were lying all around her.    Her eyes held emotions that her tongue couldn't express. Her heartbeat was still frantic. She had seen blood before, however, this was

Frank took his time to savour her lips. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed feeling her soft skin against his. The scent of his lavender shampoo when mixed with her perfume smelt too good to him. He loved every second of holding her in his arms.  Never in his life had he thought that he would feel like this towards anyone. All the women he had slept with in the past were trash. They were nothing when compared to the precious treasure he was holding in his arms.  He did feel her go stiff in his arms,  yet he couldn't help it. She was like a drug to him. Her fragrance, her taste, her softness….. everything.  He needed more of it. More of her. More…..   Jennifer was completely rigid in his arms. Her eyes were wide. This wasn't the first time that she had gotten this close to him. However, t

"Why don't you take Jennifer with you to meet our stakeholders?" Frank's father suggested, breaking the silence at the dinner table.  Jennifer almost choked on her food. Yet, she managed to compose herself soon enough. Frank's eye darted from her to his father. Though his face showed no expression, he was feeling anxious about taking her to meet his allies. He knew Jennifer didn't approve of his lifestyle, and that was the only reason why he hesitated to flirt with her.    "If she is to be the next Mafia Queen, she must meet them. I believe her wound has healed by now," his father added. The older man had his eyes fixed on his son and Jennifer, carefully examining any changes in their response.    Jennifer gulped and looked at Frank, with a frantic heart. He glanced at her

Jennifer hopped off the car and ran inside the mansion while Frank climbed off casually. "Boss," Mike called. "Is she really your girlfriend now?" He inquired. Frank smirked. "No," his answer was abrupt. "But she sure doesn't seem like a prisoner to me anymore," Mike made sure he studied Frank's expression, however, it held nothing except the smirk his lips were curved into. "Well, she is not an enemy anymore, she is my friend," chuckling, he replied and quickly walked away before he asked any more questions. He was not ready to be questioned on the matter by anyone. Not yet at least. Shaking his head in amusement, Mike chuckled as he dr

"I'm ready to go," Jennifer announced as she applied the last bit of make-up on her face. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black top with flared sleeves which Frank thought looked great on her. She hadn't put on much make-up, just a simple black eyeliner and some red lipstick that touched up her natural grace. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, exposing her slender neck.  They were now prepared to meet the new affiliates and Frank couldn't help but admire how much her confidence had grown over the past few weeks. He still remembered how timid she was during the first meeting, yet now her confidence had grown tenfold.  He watched her as she smiled at him confidently. She was no longer anxious to meet his men. She knew exactly how to put them in their place and they too gave her the respect she deserved