Subway Surfers Frank Novels & Stories

I need to turn this stack of disadvantages into crushing Frank’s skull underfoot. “It’s finders-fucking-keepers in this city, you little shit.” Frank levels his gun at Eleni. “But if I can’t have her….” A door behind him bangs open, and Tony and his younger brother Sebastian exit, blocking Frank’s escape. I left them behind to clean up the small battalion of capos and soldiers in the auto shop itself. Now, I look like a fucking genius. Frank glances behind him, then back at me. “Maybe you are smarter than your old man after all.”

I say softly, still smiling as I watch him be all bashful. “Oh, that wouldn’t have been creepy at all,” he says, rolling his eyes and then returning his gaze to me, making me laugh. “Hi, my name is Frank, I’m your childhood best friend’s mafia lackey, training to be his hitman! I read the private emails you send to him, I think you’re cool!” “Awww,” I say, laughing again, “teenage Frankie sounds so friendly.” “No, he was shy,” Frank says with a short laugh and a long sigh. “But…big fan of yours. And then the reality of you, when we found out it was you that Christian brought home from that club?”

“I can handle him.” Suddenly, the waitress walked up. “What can I get for you?” “Seven and Seven for me,” Frank said as he shook out his napkin and placed it on his lap. “Chardonnay, please,” I said, grateful that the waitress had saved me. “Oh! And we’d like some cheese fondue and some wings, too, please,” Frank said as he looked at the menu. He ate like a horse, but never gained an ounce. He still had the same muscular physic that he had years before.

“Who the hell is Susan?” “A hunter,” Frank said simply. “A what?” Frank met his eyes. “Someone who deals with what the police don’t write down. I met her on a research vessel in the Indies. She knows the sea. She knows… other things.” His mouth tugged with a memory he didn’t share. “If I don’t make it through this, you call her. Do you understand?” Gabe nodded, suddenly aware of how heavy the card had become in his hand. He slid it into his wallet without looking away from the water.

There was a video file attached. I clicked on it. The video showed Frank sitting in a bar with another man. They were drinking beer and laughing. I turned up the volume on my laptop. "Seriously," Frank was saying, "I was so worried her parents would see right through my act. I can't believe they're as dumb as Princess. Like, how stupid do you have to be?"

Frank screamed as he ran to Alfonso. “Did you have fun?” Alfonso asked. “Yes I did. Mommy and I made new friends.” He said. “You did?” Alfonso asked. “Yes, look at the photos we took.” Frank said as he handed Alfonso the photos we took at the booth. “Is this mommy’s friend?” Alfonso asked as he looked at me, he didn’t seem pleased at all. We had our dinner as Frank went on and on about what he did at the amusement park, how much fun he had with Abby and her father. The mention of Abby’s father I could see Alfonso’s jaw tighten slightly, but Frank was oblivious and would continue to talk about his day.

The water flushed into his mouth and pushed the entire pile into his mouth. The taste knocked Louis out cold. Andrius left him in the stall when he went out and brought Fatty Frank to the hospital. “Boss, can we not go to the hospital?” Fatty Frank recovered after some rest. He spoke in a muffled voice due to the bruises and swells on his face. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t want my family to know. And I don’t want Harman and the other executives to give us a hard time,” Fatty Frank said timidly.

I agreed and told him I would sketch out some ideas, and we would go from there. “And who is he, like what does he do for work usually?” Frankie smiled, “Glad you asked. He is the owner of a construction company that’s probably the best around here. That was Santos.” We spent the day cleaning, and I watched as everyone else worked on the walls. When the day was over, Frankie told everyone to be back at the same time tomorrow and to be ready to work. We went upstairs when everyone was alone and settled on the couch to watch a movie. Halfway through it, Frankie had moved his hand to my thigh. The heat was enough to make me want him. Almost crave him.

“In London? Oh wow, I never been there.” “Where have you travelled to?” Frank spoke about the few summers he spent in the United States with his mother and siblings when they entered his dorm room. He offered her a beer and continued talking about his family, telling her about his younger sister Stephanie and his older brother Raymond. They drank all the beers and Frank was getting hungry. He looked at the time and saw that it was 18:05. “Are you hungry? We’re out of beer but I think Mark got a couple wine bottles that he forgot he had because we always buy beers.”

"Oh yes. There are many fields. Accounting, imports and exports, delivery services." "And which field are you in?" He smiles. "I like to dabble." "That's reassuring." Frankie laughs. "I like you, Anessa. I don't know whether to smack you on your kisser or kiss you on your smacker." "Did you just quote The Simpsons?" I ask when we come to a stop in the middle of the trail. Frankie obviously feels we've walked far enough in that Katy and Tabitha are no longer a threat.