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He said. "I will do that right away." Frankie replied, grabbing his smartphone "Do you need help with the lingerie selection?" Felix asked, smiling mischievously. Both brothers looked at themselves and roared with laughter. "Get a life dude." Franklin blurted out as he went through the lingerie collection on Nolla website shaking his head with smiles.

Leila smiled, “Sorryyy, Thank you very much, we have a lot to talk about. Should we organize another sleepover? Be expecting you at the end of the day” Frank winked at her, waving his hand, “I will be there. My favorite will be there? And I want to invite my girlfriend, is she welcome?” She nodded before raising an eyebrow, “Wait, Girlfriend? I thought you were gay?” Frank snapped his fingers, “Keep up Leila, I am pansexual baby, my sexuality is dynamic and I will respectfully not explain again, okay?” She threw her head back in laughter, “Rude much? And she is welcome, maybe we could become best friends”

She wrapped me in a hug and I replied, “No not at all. The more the merrier.” We walked to the training grounds and began doing some stretches. “When was the last time you did any laps?” Frankie asked. I looked at the ground not wanting to make eye contact, because I knew what was coming. “Oh, well I think it was um before I left the Cold Moon pack. My trainer is a stickler for that.” I looked up and smiled my best cheesy grin. “20 laps, slacker,” Frankie said and swatted my behind. “But…” “You want 40?” He said his voice was stern and his face said ‘try me’. “I’m going, geesh. So damn serious. Dictator!” I said and was already running before he could respond.

“Yeah, looks like it.” “Frankie had a lil girl himself. Born bad. Got stuck or somethin' during the birth. She died young, bless her heart.” “Oh. Shit.” I don't really know what else to say. "That sucks." Paulie nods slowly. “He’ll be good to your lil girl. Don’t worry.” “I’m not worried, Sir.” “Sir,” he laughs. “Ain’t you the sweetest? I’m just Paulie to you. I ain’t nuttin special.”

I look up, expecting to see Giovanni looking apologetic but it’s not him; instead, it’s Frankie. He’s taller than Giovanni but with the same build. His skin is slightly tanned, with the same dark hair slicked back and piercing Vittori blue eyes as his brother. The only difference is Frankie is tattooed right up to his neck and the tips of his fingers. He sees me sitting there and winces when he notices the uneaten food. “Gio didn’t let you know he wouldn’t be home?” he asks, and I nod. “Ouch. Mind if I eat this?”

He called himself a victim, said Maggie lied about everything—the threats, the stalker, all of it. He even shared statements from Peter's family, exposing Maggie for scamming people and wrecking homes for money. Vincent painted himself squeaky clean. Just another guy who got played. And the internet? Flipped overnight. People who had dragged Serena suddenly realized they'd been duped. The hate turned on Maggie—hard. Memes flooded in. People called it a real-life "Farmer and the Snake." Vincent tried to save her, lost his girlfriend, and got branded a jerk.

The other two male apprentices were praising Til worshipfully too. "Exactly. We know our senior apprentice the best." "The South Sea Crow? Even the East Sea Crow would fall under his sword." Frank despised such obvious sycophancy, but he kept smiling for Glen and Vicky's sake. Shaking Til's hand, he said, "Frank Lawrence… Unaffiliated at the moment." "Oh, just look at how fake that smile is. Anyone could tell that you're nothing good already," Kiki muttered nearby.

I roll my eyes and fold my arms "Whatever" Caleb walks to us "yo dude you made it" he shakes Luther's hand " "Look who has been having the most fun" Frankie mocks "Oh that, did you see my cool moves" he begins to moonwalks "It isn't that great" I lied, he was fantastic "Why are you guys here?" He asked Frankie answers "Because...someone wants to go home already" "Really? aren't you having fun, Rita?" Caleb asks concerned "It's not that, just-" Jenny puts her hand on my shoulder

The man coldly snorted and spoke slowly. Jasper Frank leaned back in his chair and casually said, "My girls are many, I don't know which one you mean." The other continued: "Your fiancée, a girl named Linnea Rivera, seems to be She's not important to you." Jasper Frank felt like he was being stabbed to death, and said coldly, "Do you know what you're talking about?" "Why, President Jasper Frank doesn't believe she's in my hands?" Next, someone shouted: "Hey, tell your man, tell him to bring you money, or you will die very unsightly."

Paul declared, in a fatherly tone. “As you wish,” I noted. My friendship with Paul wasn’t going too well, and Saturday was starting to make me feel really uneasy. Jane was waiting for me outside the locker room. Brian was just introducing Frankie when I arrived. We headed home. “We’re going to the movies together, did you hear?” Frankie asked excitedly once we were in the car. Frankie was a bit scatterbrained and often spoke before thinking. He was born with a condition and went to a special school as a kid, but he’d since caught up—only the impulsiveness remained.