Page 69 of Mob Queen

“M-m-my name is Jackie.”

Frankie slams her hand on the dining table, causing her coffee to spill over the edge. “Don’t fucking lie to me.” Frankie is all business, there’s no softness to her at all. “Was that a fucking ploy to get to my house?”

The girl’s forehead crinkles as she crumples into herself. “N-no.” Her chin quivers.

“Frank,” Rome says and places his hand on his sister’s shoulder. “Go easy.”

Frankie’s jaw tightens as she lifts her chin to look down her nose at Jackie-slash-Elena. The girl’s head is hanging as her hair creates a barrier around her face. Her shoulders are shaking and little whimpers escape her. “Elena.” The girl lifts her chin. Her eyes are reddened, her cheeks are glistening with tears. “Tell me,” Frankie’s tone is dangerous. My cock stirs, and I feel my body reacting to her harshness. I want to fuck her, right here, right now. I want that powerful mouth of hers wrapped around my hardening cock.

Snap out of it.

“I-I-I...” Elena clears her throat. “I had to leave.” I still don’t know who she is or why she said her name is Jackie.

“Why?” Frankie pushes.

The dining room is eerily quiet. We’re all waiting for Elena’s response. “He was horrible to me.”

“Who?” Rome asks through a clenched jaw.

We all look to Rome, and personally I’m surprised at his reaction. Does he know the girl from previously? Have they had a relationship? Nothing makes sense.

“My father,” she replies meekly. “He’s not a nice man.”

“Did he do that to you?” Frankie points to Elena’s belly and asks the question I’m thinking. I’m not sure how I’ll react if her answer is positive.

“No, he’s not like that.”

I watch everyone’s reaction. Frankie takes a deep breath, her brother’s shoulders soften, and G remains stoic and hard. “Then why did you have to leave?” Frankie asks.

The girl lowers her chin as more tears fall. “He found out who the father was and killed him. He also told me that the doctor was coming in the morning to ensure my purity. He told me if I wasn’t pure, I was useless to him.” She purses her down-turned lips together. “I had to leave before he killed me too.”

“Did he kill the father of the child because he raped you?” Frankie’s question is harsh, and brutal.

“He killed him because he was supposed to keep a watchful eye on me. Not let anyone near me, because without my purity he couldn’t use me to make allies.”

Oh shit. I think I know what’s occurred. “You had a bodyguard?” Rome asks. Elena nods. “And you fell in love with him?” Rome’s voice breaks when he speaks the words.

“He showed me kindness.”

“That’s not really an answer.”

“Rome,” Frankie says and slightly shakes her head. Rome’s eyes are boring onto the poor frightened girl. Something about his reaction to her is personal and somewhat intimate. “Elena ?”

“Please,” Elena begs. “This is too much. I’m sorry for causing you any inconvenience. Don’t send me back to him. I’ll leave. You’ll never see me again.” She stands to her feet, ready to run, but Rome springs up ready to chase after her.

“I won’t be sending you back to your father.”

“Frank,” G scolds. “Can I talk to you?”

“No, my mind is made up. Mya,” Frankie calls completely disregarding G’s concern. Mya appears and stands at the entry between the kitchen and the dining room. “Have a room made up for Elena. Also, see what clothes I have in the spare closet that’ll fit her. Tomorrow, I’ll have one of my men take you to the store.”

Elena’s eyes widen as she stares at Frankie. “But ?”

“I’ll take her,” Rome says.

“Good.” Frankie takes a sharp breath, pushes the chair back and stands. “Mya will show you to your room.” She looks to G. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

G makes his disapproval clearly obvious with his head shake and scoffing, but he silently leaves. Frankie heads toward the staircase, looks over her shoulder at me and winks. I jump to my feet and follow her.

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