Fran Bow Characters Novels & Stories

“Oh, look at you, all worked up and heroic. What makes you think you can just waltz in here and make demands?” Franco’s jaw tightened. He was well aware of the danger he was in, but the sight of these men laughing at his desperation ignited a fury within him. “I’m asking you one last time. Where is Connor?” The scarred man chuckled, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Connor? You’re quite the fool, Franco. You really think you can just come here and make demands like you’re in some action movie?” From behind the group, Roland emerged, his expression unreadable but his presence commanding. He was a figure of authority, and his gaze settled on Franco with a cold, calculating intensity.

I sat beside Bo, already reaching for Franco. Franco’s greenish-blue eyes lit up, small hands instantly outstretched to grab my hair as I cradled him in my arms. His chestnut waves point in all directions. He is the spitting image of his father, and he undoubtedly inherited the Luciano charm, hence his nickname Little X. “He won’t be up for long,” Bo murmured, stretching his long legs with a grunt. “He hasn’t slept yet, and it’s already past his bedtime curfew.”