Robin X Franky Novels & Stories

Franky’s there, sipping on a whiskey, telling one of his famous bad jokes to Earl, one of the bartenders. “Franky,” I interrupt. “I need you to do something for me.” “Aye, Dominic,” he laughs. “Need a hot tip on the NFL? Well, I’ve got one for you just as long as you cut me in—” “This is serious, Franky,” I say, leveling my eyes at him. Franky may be a jokester with more than a couple drinks in him, but we’ve been through more than a few things together, and I know I can rely on him. “I need one of your specials. And I need it now.”

“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.

"My assistant. Frost, this is Alpha Robin Clarke of Wood Pack." Robin extended his hand to Frost. Even more surprising. Nobody willingly got close to Frost. Cole had proved that just minutes ago. Frost stared at the offered hand, then looked away. Robin pulled his hand back smoothly. "Not a handshake person. I get it." "He's an introvert," I said. "Understandable." Robin nodded, but I could see him filing the information away. Men like Robin didn't miss details. They collected them, sorted them, saved them for later. Never stupid, these old wolves. James had been the same way.

Ruby said casually, "I didn't mind." Drake looked up at the sky. Frank on the side was already laughing uncontrollably, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground. Drake kicked him and said, "Hurry up and tidy yourself up for me." Frank struggled to get up. His face was filled with resistance, and his hands kept shaking. Ruby finally said, "Hurry up, I hate waiting the most. If you dare to stand me up, I will annihilate the Fletcher Group when I come back."

We all stood beside him, the brothers' faces unreadable as they processed Gina’s words too. “I understand, Gina.” Robin finally said. “You had my word that I would do everything in my power to assist you. And I meant it.” He replied. “Thank you. Thank you, Robin.” Gina smiled weakly. Without hesitation, Robin had assured Gina that he would do everything in his power to help her. It was clear that his compassion outweighed any lingering resentment from their past. Ricky, holding Michael, exchanged a glance with Jules and Cole. They remained silent, their thoughts hidden behind stern expressions. I stood with them, my own concern clear as I watched the exchange.

The precious stone light fixtures swing from the roof, radiating enchanting varieties. Numerous people in the focal point of the stage influence their bodies to the music, enjoying the climate. In the focal point of the bar, Sarclet expressed irately with a glass of mixed drink, "Rubby, where did you go to that evening?" Rubby and Sarclet are companions right from kindergarten. " I ought to be the one asking you that, I didn't see you when I returned! I'm actually pondering where you go through the night?" Rubby murmured dissatisfiedly.

“But I’m the one she wants. And I’m the one who’s going to spend the rest of my life proving I’m worth it.” For a second, neither of us moved. Then Frank’s eyes flashed with something feral. He swung. Fast. Hard. His fist connected with my jaw—solid, painful. My head snapped to the side. Copper flooded my mouth. I didn’t stumble. Didn’t fall. I straightened slowly. Tasted blood. Smiled—slow, dangerous. Frank’s eyes widened—just a fraction. Panic flickering behind the rage. “Sabrina is mine,” he snarled, voice shaking. “Mine. Fucking mine!”

If Damian and Ivan, two people whom Franklin couldn't afford to cross, got into a fight, being the host, he wouldn't be able to handle the consequences if something bad happened to either one of them. "Get Sean over here now!" Franklin urgently instructed Roy before rushing over to the two men to try and smooth things over. When Harry saw Franklin, his eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Mr. Webb! These two lowly nobodies work as a security guard and a receptionist at my company. I don't know how they got in here!

Dylan was silent for a moment, then finally smiled wryly: "Franky, I know you were a person with no money or status at that time. My parents, I can't completely break up with them. After all, you're just an outsider." Franky James waved his hand and slapped Dylan. He almost cursed at this man. “Damn it!” Franky James angrily shouted: “Dylan, I was already messing with the roof. What the fuck is the cut-off? I'm like an idiot, always thinking of a way to keep him from getting hurt. In the end, he quietly left!"

Rick waved towards Frank's house, "So that was all an act?" I was stroking my cock now, a bead of pre-cum at the tip, "Yes, totally. I watched Paul seduce his dad and then Frank found out I watched. My ass was the cost of keeping his secret. The three of us have had sex a few times and Frank sneaks into Paul's room some nights for blow jobs. So, how long for you two?" They both laughed, Rob answered. "A very, very long time. We've shared that room all our lives. It just happened."