Frank Gaffney Novels & Stories

Everyone cheered, and we pulled apart, smiling. "I love you, Mrs. Gravano," Johnny said. "I love you too, Mr. Gravano." We turned to our family and friends. They were all smiling at us as we made our way down the aisle. I can't believe that I'm married to a mafia leader, but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. 1 year and a few months later…

Then he leaned forward, his voice low. ”I know you didn’t believe me before, but… that remember that Greg Benedict guy?” Franklyn paused, running his gaze on my features as if to be certain I was still with him. I gave a polite nod, even though I was disappointed that it wasn’t something personal. “What about him?” Franklyn glanced at me again, like he was weighing his words. “Just get on with it,” I growled, my patience slipping. “Gavin, I think he had something to do with The Ford’s business bankruptcy. Be careful with him. Also, my fiancée is cheating on me, found out yesterday.”

As I went to grind my core to his erection, gramma came through the room and said, “Don’t mind me, I just live here.” At that moment Frankie stopped and pulled me off of his lap. Then he turned red-faced to my gramma and said, “Sorry Mrs.Gaffney, I didn’t mean to disrespect your home. Thank you by the way for mind linking to let me know where Nikki was, I had been looking for her.”