Page 107 of Mob Queen

“I know he’s your friend.”

“Of course you’d know that.”

“I do my research, Miller,” she snaps.

“I see you’re choosing bitch this evening.”

She stands to her feet and advances toward me with crazy eyes. She pushes on my chest, but I hold steady and tilt my head to the side. “Fight back,” she says through gritted teeth.

I slowly lift my glass and sip on my scotch. “No.” I throw back the remainder. “What’s wrong?”

She knocks the empty glass out of my hands. “I’ll fucking kill him myself,” she warns.

I click my tongue as I stare at my crazy woman. “What’s going on?” I ask in a calm tone. She pushes me again, but I grab her wrist and wrap Frankie against my body. She’s not complaining though, and throws an elbow into my gut. “Stop,” I command. But Frankie isn’t a woman who does what she’s told unless she can get something out of it. “Stop,” I repeat slower when she tries to headbutt me.

“Fuck you, Miller!”

I tighten my arms, constraining her so the only thing she can do is stomp on my foot. Which she does. “I’m not letting you go until you calm down.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she spits with hatred. “You’re fucking nothing to me.” I know she’s hissing malice to hurt me, but she’s going to have to do better than that.

“Stop.” I constrain Frankie with so much force, that if I squeeze any harder, I’ll break her ribs. I don’t want to do that. Finally, she softens as all her fight slowly leaves her body. I keep her bound to me as I ask, “What’s happened?”

Frankie’s head lolls backward and she releases a long, deep sigh. I kiss her temple and adjust the tightness of my arms, ready to constrain her if she fights me again. “One...” She clears her throat. “One of my clubs was hit.”

“Clubs?”

“One of my brothels.”

“Hit?”

“A bomb.”

My arms release Frankie, and I turn her around. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. G is heading there now so he can assess it. But, two of my girls didn’t make it.” Frankie pinches the bridge of her nose. “Two of my girls are dead,” she says with sadness dripping from her tone.

My thoughts are heavy with sorrow for these women. “Do you know how this happened?”

“G is on his way there now.” My forehead crinkles as I stare at Frankie. She’s a damn mess, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Frankie grabs a bottle of scotch and takes a swig from it. She places the bottle with a thud on the cabinet top and walks over to lean against one of the armchairs. Frankie wraps her arms around her body and shakes her head. “Two of my girls,” she repeats with heaviness. Her ringing phone interrupts us. “Yeah?” Frankie shoots upright and turns to look at me. “I’m on my way.” She hangs up and shoves her phone in her pocket.

“What is it?”

“One of my other brothels was bombed too.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

Frankie takes off out of the library and hollers for Rome. She effortlessly runs up the grand staircase, I follow close behind. “Rome!” She makes easy work of his bedroom door and flicks the light on. “Wake up.”

“What is it? Is Elena okay?” Rome asks as he tosses the bedding aside and jumps to his feet. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Rome looks to me.

“Dreams and Destiny have both been hit.”

“What are you talking about?” Rome quickly dresses as Frankie waits for him. “Robbed?”

“Fucking bombed,” Frankie replies.

Rome stills as he buttons his shirt and his forehead crinkles with worry. “Bombed? What?”

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