Wentworth Franky Novels & Stories

– Luciano – Frankie didn’t wait for permission. He stood in the yard with his keys already in his hand, jaw tight, eyes dark. The warehouse hummed behind us, generators and radios filling the silence no one wanted to acknowledge. Men kept their heads down, but everyone felt it. Something had shifted, and it wasn’t coming back the same.

CHAPTER 12 – Will After combing through some of the seedier parts of the city Marco and I were able to drum up Renaldo’s nephew on his wife’s side. It didn’t take long before we were able to encourage Frankie to call his uncle for help. The kid had to be in his late teens or early twenties. He was of medium height and had glossy dark hair that was slicked back in a retro gangster type of way. I half expected him to start breaking out into show tunes from Greece.

“What I mean is. All the shops were short by a hundred dollars! Not just one but all of them! Now you're telling me that’s not suspicious! When the only shops with the problem were the ones, you hit!” He slammed his hand on the desk and his whole demeanor had changed. Ricky looked feral. He was enraged. His hair hung in his face. He slicked it back and calmed down. Franky almost pissed himself. “Franky, haven't I been kind. Haven’t I been good to you. After Thomas left the orphanage, didn’t I take care of you?” “Yes, like a brother.” “And here you spit in my face and you take my money. You’re lucky we are like brothers or you would be like this punk over here.”

He smirked. "You... you were the one—" "Shh, shh." Ian hushed him. "Let's keep that a secret before I leak all of yours," he smirked. "I know very well how you hide those poor girls after paying their parents. Don't worry, I won't tell." He patted Franko's shoulder and squeezed it. "So, stop trying to scare my wife before she loses her patience and prefers to cut your dick off. Remember your niece, Wendy Charles? Yes, she made your niece's mind even crazier." He sighed and chuckled. "Alright, we will take our leave."

Fiona would start in fall and couldn’t wait. “I’m getting married!” Tanisha squealed and the man smiled. “Congratulations.” Skylar smiled. “To who?” “To Frankie!” She laughed. “Are you Frankie?” Skylar asked the man. He gave a deep laugh. “Yes, ma’am. John Franklin, everyone calls me Frankie.” He was a handsome man with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair down to his shoulders and a three-inch goatee. His lips were full, and his nose was broad. They both wore jeans and Harley Davidson T-shirts. Black motorcycle boots covered their feet. He wore a leather vest, and Skylar saw a patch with a wolf on the back. The tattoos on his arm indicated that he had been a mechanic in the army.

"Of course, Ms. Ocean. My family is at your disposal—I'll do anything to avenge my son." - Frank left the Turnbull Villa early next morning, since he was really not keen to stay around after suffering Susan Redford's grumpiness during breakfast. Vicky was still sleepy after all the excitement yesterday, so Walter personally escorted him to the front gates. "Please don't get upset with my wife, Mr. Lawrence," he said. "She's a little power hungry… Rest assured that I'll always be indebted to you." Frank waved him off with a smile. "You're exaggerating, Mr. Turnbull. I'd never get upset with your wife, and I'm still awash with gratitude that you gave me one of the Five Elemental Wonders."

Because if this kidnapping goes fucking wrong, I will kill Wyatt for making me waste another opportunity to look at Grace’s fiery hair and scolding personality. As the elevator doors open, I find Mr. Stewart standing there. His eyes meet mine and he smiles widely. I offer him one of my most dazzling smiles and step to the side, allowing him to step inside. “Mr. Stewart,” I say, shaking his hand. His smile widens as he shakes my hand. “Call me Frank,” he says and I nod, repeating his name after him. “Frank.” “You know Wyatt Hayes?” Frank asks, and I nod, smiling.

So Erwin wanted to give him something. "Seventeen thousand." The other guy said, seeing Erwin Wilson not responding, that he felt that he would not make such a large amount of money. His thinking is correct. Indeed, now Erwin Wilson could not spend such a large sum of money. First, his bank card hasn't arrived yet, and second, his money is all in Frederick Hall's wallet. “Because you have good eyes. I really like people like you. That's why I only took you fifteen thousand!" The other guy smiled and said, “Oh yes, my name is Franky James.”

He was off balance and confused. Felix took the ticket and examined it. It was a real ticket. The man’s explanation seemed genuine. Felix unclenched his hand from Frank’s collar, letting the latter stumble back a step to smooth his wrinkled shirt with indignant swipes. “Look, I have got no idea what’s really going on between you and Ruth or Florence or whatever we’re calling her these days. But I know for sure that she's Florence, that much I can tell you without any doubt. But if her daddy really is Jonathan Ellington, like she says…” Frank smiled cunningly. “Then maybe my luck’s just getting started. I took care of his little runaway princess for 12 years. I fed her, gave her a roof, a nam

“Yes, anything you need at all. You can ask me for any help anytime Martha.” She nodded grimly, her face set as though she was dreading her upcoming task. “Then you had better get dressed as I will need you to help carry her.” Numbly I dragged on my heavy black tunic and leggings. Within minutes I was following Martha down the corridors, this time stopping at the green door. She knocked and a man who must be Franklin answered. His frame was so wide it filled the doorway, his bald head covered in intertwining strands of silver scarring. He had chunky lips and even though his eyes were brown, they were a hard, miserable colour.