Imaginary Frankie Novels & Stories

Eddie said. He was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going. It was obvious that this woman was hanging on to her life by a thread and they needed to get her help right away. He couldn’t believe his buddies were standing around ogling her bloodied and disfigured body and talking about balling her. “Fucking shut up, pussy.” Frankie barked as he stepped forward. “Let’s think about this for a minute. Have any of you guys had a woman before?” Paul and Ricky shook their heads. “Well?”

The highest-ranking elder stepped forward, and his face twisted with something dark. “This is a closed pack matter, Van. You are not welcome here.” Van smiled, and I knew that the moment those words hit his ears, he discarded them. “Not anymore. Your boy here has been making noise across three territories with his public meltdowns and unstable mate situation. People are talking, and it's getting on my nerves. I’m here because we had a very interesting deal.” Ivy’s fingers tightened around mine, and fear flashed through her eyes. Van Xander?

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.

He hummed again, off-key, before adding, almost cheerfully, "I'm bored, so I'll tell you the story. I had this guy once—Frankie. Big guy, shoulders like a fridge. Thought he was smarter than me." He tilted his head back into the spray, speaking almost dreamily. "I didn't bother with cuffs that time once I had someone drugged off. Dumb mistake. Forgot he was a junkie for a reason." He began washing his body. "So, Frankie got out while I had my eyes closed in the shower, cracked me right in the jaw and I blacked out after my skull nearly cracked against the tiles." He chuckled softly. "Man bolted out my door stark naked, dripping all over the floor. Took me weeks to track him down again. By th