Franky Doyle Novelas e Histórias

She puts it on speaker and the asshole picks after two rings. “This is Dre. Who is it?” “It’s Frankie. Back in town and was wondering whether there are still errands.” “Hey Frankie? Long time. What’s up?” “Was out on vacation but I’m back. Anything for me?” “Yap. Been long since we supplied to Annex.” I clench my hands and stand. He is a dickhead and I want to have my hand on his neck and wring it. “We need to supply to them again?” “Sure Frankie.”

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

“Maybe you’re mixing up love for him wanting to get in my pants.” My friend shook his head. “Maybe he doesn’t even know it yet, but that guy is absolutely smitten with you, Audry,” Franky got away from the counter and headed toward me. “I have to go. My house is your house, just keep an eye on your friends. Especially Daniel. Make sure he doesn’t set any booby traps to take out the competition,” he teased with a wink.

They just step over it, pretending like I’m not there. “They’ve always been bitches. I went to North Moore High with them,” the guy in the seat in front of mine says as he bends down and snags the pen off the floor for me. “Hey, I’m Frank,” he says as he sets my pen back on my desk for me. “Cathy,” I respond. “Got that after Dr. Davies called it a few times,” he teases me. I haven't even started trying to wrap my mind around Chase being a doctor. Isn’t he too young?

“I’m sorry, Lily.” I didn’t mind him and got my bag as soon as I stood up. He’s really stepping out of the line. Doom isn’t my boyfriend but talking about him on my face sounds rude for me, as his friend. I really don’t like setting up my personal matters with business matters. Primo is comfortable with, but what he did this day ain’t passing me. “What happened to your face?” Doom showed up in front of me. “Nothing, are you here to fetch me?” I asked and not minding what happened back there.

Frankie blushed and the boys scoffed "Guys,,,we are in June right?" Trent asked "Yes why?" Seven asked "What do you mean why? Your birthday is coming up by September,,you and Frankie" Trent said and the boys screamed "Can't believe Seven always forget his birthday" Rocky smiled "Can't wait,can't wait,,some people are turning 18" Jerry danced Frankie and Seven laughed "I'm getting a tattoo once I'm 18" Frankie said "I don't have any" Trent and Rocky said at a time

Little did I know that he was playing some stupid game on me. “Whatever happens, you know that you can always come to me. Brothers, remember?” He asked, landing where I wanted him. At least, for now. “Always and forever” I said, smiling at him. Frank, one of the waiters, brought us two coffee cups, but seeing as I got up, both men frowned. “Aren’t you going to drink something at least? You rarely ever leave…” “Please excuse me this time, Tyler. I just arrived from a flight and I’m exhausted as hell” I said, watching as Dante walked out of the café silently. Nicolas frowned but nodded, and putting a hand on my lower back, he guided me to the door like he usually did.

Dominic must have noticed the shift in my mood because he frowned at me but I spoke before he could say anything. "So, Dominic," I smiled at him cheekily. "What do you do for a living?" He gave me a bored look but I just bit my bottom lip looking at him expectantly. "You just told me you're a journalist and now you want to know everything I do. Angel, you guys are worse than the cops." He said raising a brow and my face dropped. "Freelance." I corrected lifting my pointer finger. "Also, why would I risk my whole life to snitch on you? That's a one way ticket to heaven...or hell."

DAMIEN “We have to hit Yorkville on First Avenue. That old geezer in there did not pay last month’s kickback. He owes a thousand. Drake, you have Park Avenue, The Franklin Hotel. The owner’s name is Franco. He already paid. Just collect the invoice from him.”

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.