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“Well, it looks like we have a fucking war to end. You’ll all be given your stations by Grayson, Jax, and Luca. Once this is over, the drinks are on me. Now let’s finish this, for Keller and Kai.”

They all cheer, the energy shifting from nerves to excitement.

63

ZARA

Song- Worship, Ari Abdul

I sit back and gaze at my reflection, the mascara enhancing the darkness of my lashes. Frankie hasn’t touched me since the miscarriage. He’s cared for me, he’s helping me heal. We’re taking our revenge.

It’s not enough. That isn’t the Frankie I need anymore. Running my finger across my lip, I just want to feel alive again, even just for a moment. I now understand why Frankie spent all these years fixating on his revenge.

Because when you stop and truly give yourself the time to think, the time to grieve what you’ve lost, that’s when the pain starts. And right now, I feel useless, now even to Frankie. I’m so caught up in watching the people who did this to me die, I’ve forgotten how much I need Frankie. All I want is for him to take control and remind me of who I am.

I need him to stop this cycle of pain the only way I know how. So, I slip on my red satin robe, its smooth fabric sliding over my lace lingerie, and stand outside his office door.

Mikhail’s heavy accent echoes through the heavy wood. “He’s taken the bait, Frankie. I have a call with him in an hour. Enzo will intercept and get the location.”

I hesitate, waiting for Frankie’s response. I quietly open his office and step in. His wild eyes meet mine and his face softens before he turns back to the screen. “I will only be taking a small team with me. I need the rest here to protect my family.”

“Your funeral.” Michail’s words sound final.

Frankie laughs and I feel sick to my stomach. “It just means you and your brothers will have to come on the adventure with me.” His eyes flick to me again and I blush as he bites down on his lip. “I have to go. When you have the updates, let me know immediately.”

He spins in his seat to face me, his muscular legs spread, and he runs a hand through his messy hair. “Everything okay, baby?”

I shake my head, biting down on my nail. “I need you, Frankie.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I’m here; I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Not like that.” I bow my head. I hear his heavy footsteps as he reaches me and tips my chin up.

“Use your words, angel. Tell me what you need from me.”

His lips hover over mine.

“I need you to help me feel normal again–sexy. Make me forget who I am, even for a little while.Break me to make me whole again.”

“Fuck,” he whispers.

He leans back, his eyes searching mine.

“Please, Frankie.” I bat my lashes at him.

“I’ll give you what I think you need,” he growls.

I nod, not taking my eyes off his lips that I so desperately want on mine. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“I need you, too, dolcezza,” he mutters against my cheek, feathering his lips down my skin towards my jaw.

His fingers trail up my arms and he pushes the robe from my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He sucks in a breath, with a hunger in his eyes as he takes in my little red outfit.

"My beautiful girl," he whispers. He traces his tongue along my throat and down my chest. As I tilt my head back, I intertwine my fingers in his hair.

His hands continue down my stomach and he cups my throbbing pussy through my silky thongs.

“You really are desperate for me, aren’t you? My filthy little slut,” he growls.

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