Page 122 of Pope's Penance

“Let’s go see what this motherfucker has to say,” I grunt.

After hours of torture, we fucking finally have a location.Cypher and Chimera do their thing and within another two hours, we have confirmation that it’s where Frankie is hiding out.

Keep fighting, little mama.

Chapter Forty-Four

FrankiekilledMonsterassoon as he brought us to him.I couldn’t find it in me to feel bad for him.That’s what happens when you try to play games with Frankie.

Dimples would be next if she messed around.She realized that the first time I watched Frankie beat the shit out of her.The moral side of me has pity for her, but the mother in me doesn’t feel an ounce of remorse for what she’s going through.

She brought it on herself for getting tangled up with someone as fucked-up as Frankie.All because she wanted a man who never wanted her.

Each time one of Frankie’s men come at me, I fight with an intensity to my movements that have never been there before.These men are the bullets I step in front of to protect my children so they don’t have to watch something that will scar them for life.

It’s nothing but amusement to Frankie, a sick perversion he gets off on.

If I don’t fight, Frankie threatens the twins.

He wants my blood and with each drop his men pull from me, he becomes more bloodthirsty.

They’ve begged him to let them rape me, but he’s refused.Instead, he offers Dimples to them.She doesn’t fight it.In fact, she seems to get off on watching the shit they’re putting me through.

“You’re the reason I killed him, you know,” Frankie says, his words slurring a bit from the damage Pope did to him.

“Killed who?”I pant, spitting out a mouthful of blood from the hit I took.

“Jonah,” he states, as if I’m supposed to know who that is.

“Who is that?”

Frankie giggles and looks down at the phone in his hand.“Your husband.”

Say what?

“Is that your real name?”

Frankie walks closer, and the kids scream at him to leave me alone.Worried that he’ll turn his anger on them, I give them a smile.

“Mom is okay, guys.I promise.Keep quiet, okay?”

The guy guarding them checks the chains wrapped around their ankles, and I take a step in his direction.

Frankie clucks his tongue.“He’ll kill them.”

Gritting my teeth, I stop moving and turn back to him.

“Good girl,” he croons.“Big Joe, take Dimples to the other room and get your dick wet.No need to traumatize the kids just yet.”

He fiddles with his phone some more, and then a conversation plays through the speaker.

“Come on, Frankie.We took her from him.She’s mine now.She carries my last name.There’s no reason for us to switch anymore.”

My stomach rolls as I listen to Frankie’s voice speak ...to himself?

Then he turns the phone around and brings it to my face.My eyes struggle to comprehend what I’m seeing.

There are two of him.

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