Frankie X Cleo Novels & Stories

she drags the back of her hand across her eyes. “I don’t mean to rush you, I mean, I’m sure the leaders will let you stay as long as you want, but I need some information from you.” “You want to know about Marcel.” I almost feel bad for getting right to it, but time is of the essence. Frankie sighs and raises her head to the sky. A small grin spreads across her lips as the clouds pass overhead and the sunlight bathes her skin in a golden glow. “It’s been so long since I’ve stood in the sunlight.”

She cries out and reaches for her lower back, and at the moment her brick wall crumbles, she starts to sob like her life depends on it. Frankie looks over his shoulder. “Sorry, sweetheart.” “It’s not you,” I reassure my captain. “Remember your first?” I can’t make out his face in the darkness, but I can see the dip of his head. “Street thug named Jerry. Your dad and I did him.” I wince. Now is not the time to tell war stories. “Couldn’t sleep for a week,” Frankie goes on, and puts the car in reverse. He backs up a few feet, then turns into the driveway that will eventually lead us to the cabin. I’m the only one who knows of its existence, and it should be safe for a while.

Crystal River Pack Shane was making coffee for the veterans’ group that met every Sunday at the community center. There was a second pot for decaf because two of the female veterans were pregnant. Pressing the start button, he looked up as Frankie and his brother Jake came in. Shane and Frankie had been friends since school. Jake had always been a bit aloof. Now he was just an asshole. Jake gave a slight nod to Shane as he went and spoke to Gunny. “How did last weekend go?” Shane asked Frankie as he leaned against the coffee bar.

“So you wish to finish me off?” Galvin’s spine stiffened. “No, no. I wouldn’t dare.” “Hahaha! So I’ve gotten myself a lazy boyfriend,” Katie teased. “Cleo, you are lucky.” Just then she gestured toward them. “Gavin, this is my best friend Cleo. Cleo, this is my boyfriend, Galvin.” Galvin extended his hand to shake Cleopatra’s. But before their fingers could meet— Calvin cleared his throat. The sound was soft, yet sharp enough to freeze the motion midair.

That was definitely not the distraction I needed. He gave a small smile before letting himself in and taking the seat in front of me. “Did you have a fun night?” I narrowed my eyes. “Do you enjoy having a big mouth?” His eyes slightly widened as confusion filled his face. “You told Gerald about the drinks we were getting and about Damian, who happens to be nothing more than a friend and a business partner,” I said through gritted teeth. Frankie shifted where he sat. “He wanted to talk to you, and when he couldn't reach you, he asked me if I knew where you were. I couldn't lie.” He held my gaze, searching for something. “Or was I supposed to lie?”

Before Drake could react, a heavy punch slammed into his jaw. It hit with such force that Drake’s head whipped to the side, cracking against the back of his seat. He hadn’t even seen it coming. Franklin didn’t waste time. He lifted Cassie into his arms gently, too gently for a man known for his temper. His voice, however, was deadly. “Pray to whichever God you believe in, Drake,” he growled. “Because if anything happens to her, I will take you apart in ways you never imagined.” Drake froze, hand pressed to his stinging cheek, shock flickering in his eyes as Franklin carried Cassie out of the club like she weighed nothing.

I don't want to ask him anything and whatever you had planned I wasn't going to be part of because all his plans I made who developed with an endgame in mind and that's to try and break me and my wife up and I don't think my wife can see it but she decides to see the good in everything and everyone so maybe I should give my father a chance to disappoint me again. Cleo had a broken ankle and head concussion recovered from thanking God and a couple of bruises on her body that were starting to fade. She wasn't angry at me and I wasn't angry at her and she didn't give me an answer and I'm eating my answer from her but whatever answer was I would support her with anything that she would say or wh

“There’s something about you that’s different from the others. You’re the one he really wants. It's never been the others.” Others? I bit back the questions that threatened to spill out of my mouth. I didn’t know what he meant by others. Had they brought all of Gio’s past girlfriends there in the hopes that one of us would draw him out? “He’ll come for you and when he does…” There was more laughter. “He won’t come for me. Gio…” Frankie's hand curved around my throat. slamming me back against the nearest wall. His body rubbed against mine. “I kind of hope he doesn’t. I hope you get shared around. I would—"

I shrugged, and Frankie placed two drinks before us. “A Mai Tai for you, my lady, and orange juice for you, pregnant woman,” he stuck his tongue out for me, and I raised my middle finger. “Be good, I’ll be back,” he said and winked at Anin. “Has he always been this flirtatious?” She asked. I nodded as I sipped my juice. “Yeah, now think carefully…would you rather have Malakhi’s flirting or Frankie’s?” I asked, leaning against the counter, and she blushed, looking away. “Oooh, you prefer Malakhi, right? I’ve seen the looks y’all give each other.”

"Did you see the way she just took the spotlight from me?,I wasn't even done answering the question and yet she made me sound like a total dumbass" "Yup she did, didn't she" she glares at me "I'm just agreeing with you jeez" "You know what, I won't be silent, no way am not going to let her bring me down, am going to show that bitch the real me,this is me!" Suddenly I imagine Frankie break into a musical singing speechless by Naomi Scott and this is me by Keala Settle Aren't musical fun Frankie goes to meet Jenny for help and all the campaign tips she got