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“Well, you don't need to know. Or should I say… That was what I had in mind earlier but since you have shown that you can be a good person, I will tell you.” I nodded in response while he laughed. I knew he was laughing at how I look right now. I scrunch up my face. Francesco showed no interest in my signs of wanting to be released. Instead, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lit it. He puffed the smoke into the air. He accompanied it by gulping a glass of wine down. I hissed inwardly. “I want to open The Black Book.” He said out of nowhere. “Black Book?” I repeated after him. “What's that?” I asked. He didn't respond as he kept staring at me. “Francesco, what the he

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

“You deserved that.” “And today you’re touching my bandages.” “I’m checking them.” “Same difference.” My face burned again. I dropped my hands. “You enjoy pushing people, don’t you?” “I enjoy seeing how far they can go before they break.” “That’s cruel.” “Life is cruel.” I swallowed. “Eric doesn’t see things the way you do.” “No,” Frank said. “Eric sees things the way that makes him comfortable.” I frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means he wants you safe, but only in the way that keeps him in charge of your life."

The jumps in his heart reminded him mentally to prepare. "Tsk, why am I being such a coward?" Frank rubbed his face and shook his head slightly. "I'm Frank Harper. I never flinch at anything." A second later, his finger pressed the enter button. A list of hundreds of images immediately filled the screen. With one click, the photos were sorted from the oldest.

I stuttered, feeling my heart pound. “You should know better than to lie to me.” Franklin said, walking towards me with an angry face. “Franklin, please calm down.” I begged, standing up from the chair. He had already seen the book, so there was no need to hide it anymore. “Why should I?” He asked, looking at the book. I raised my hands up, and I was moving back slowly with every step closer he took. The slow, loud thuds were getting to me, making me shake at every one of them.

“Then why would he—” Frank’s mouth twitched, just the corner lifting. “Men get greedy.” “You don’t actually believe that.” Frank didn’t answer right away. Instead he reached for the whiskey glass I had left on the table. “I’ve been doing this a long time,” he said finally. “Trust doesn’t mean anything. When money and power start talking, you’d be surprised what people are capable of.” Something about the way he said it made the back of my neck prickle. “Does Marco know you think this?”

Poor kid, hopefully he’ll prove smart enough to crack a window within the next hour, lest he fry in the late-morning heat like a puppy. Bill really means to have a shot of whiskey or two, the early lunch of champions, but he finds his best friend Frank at the bar, loading up. Frank is a homicide dick (emphasis on the word “dick”) who lives with his mother, snorts mountains of coke swiped from the evidence locker, and recites more Bible verses than a street preacher. He’s such a walking contradiction it’s a wonder that he can stride more than a block without vaporizing into thin air, his warring impulses canceling him out of existence like a negative subtracted from a negative. Maybe someday

he murmured. The bartender walked past again. “You should slow down.” Frank gave a dry laugh. “You should mind your business.” The bartender nodded and walked away. Frank finished his drink and poured another one immediately. His thoughts drifted further into the past. The humiliation, the betrayal. The things the Ryder family had done that no one else knew about. His voice was low. “They think money fixes everything.” He crushed the cigarette into the ashtray. “They don’t know what’s coming.”

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon