Page 15 of Daddy's Little Fighter
“I’m sure.” She gave him a tight smile.
He didn’t like how stressed she looked about this. No one should ever be this panicked over going outside, but Frankie was.
“Okay. If that changes, you let me know,” he told her.
Frankie nodded and walked over to her shoes, grabbing them and slowly putting them on. Noah left the room, heading into theirs. The pink blanket was on their bed, her comfort blanket.
“Okay, I’ve got your blanket. Let’s get into the car, and I can put it on you,” He took her hand and walked to the garage.
She was gripping onto his hand, her palm was sweaty. She was really nervous, and Noah wished he could do something tochange that, anything. He would do anything to change how she was feeling right now.
“In you go.” He helped her climb into the car.
After buckling and placing the blanket on top of her, Noah made his way over to his side, getting in and turning on the engine.
“Are you ready to go?” He turned toward her.
Even under her blanket, he could see her hands clutching each other. It pained him to see her so nervous to go out into the world.
“Frankie?” He gently touched her shoulder.
“I’m go-good,” she stuttered, keeping her eyes locked on the front window.
Sighing, Noah pulled out of the garage and drove toward the club. Every couple of minutes, he looked over, making sure Frankie was still there, and every time he looked, she was paler.
“We’re here.” He pulled into his parking spot.
Noah quickly texted everyone to stay out of the hallways while they came in. Part of him didn’t want to, but he wasn’t going to betray her trust like that. Her trust was a precious thing.
“Come on.” Noah gathered her into his arms, placing the blanket over her head.
She wasn’t as stiff and shaking this time as they made their way up to the club and through the doors. But he could still feel the grip she had on his shirt, a tight one at that.
“You’re okay,” he whispered, holding her even closer. “We’re in my office, and the door is closed.”
Noah sat her on the couch, drawing the blanket off her face and smiling.
“There you are,” he softly said.
“You ha-have to go now?” She drew her eyebrows in as she looked up at him.
“I do. They are waiting for me, and the longer I put it off, the longer we are going to stay here,” he explained. “But if you need me, I am only a phone call or text away. Don’t hesitate to contact me. And please turn your phone off silent so if I text you, you can hear it.”
Her head drew into her shoulders slightly as she gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that,” she whispered. “I wasn’t expecting him to come in. When he did, I was so focused on keeping the blanket above my face that I didn’t hear my phone.”
Noah cupped her face. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you for not hearing your phone. I was just worried.”
Worried was an understatement. He had rushed out of Oliver’s office when Frankie didn’t reply. Oliver had followed him the whole way, making sure everything was okay and if he needed backup. Thankfully, he didn’t, but there was so much going through his mind when she didn’t respond. He thought she might have gotten taken, but then he realized that no one would be able to get into the club without getting past several people.
“I don’t want you to feel bad for it happening. There was a lot going on, and I’m not mad. I just want you to have your phone off silent so if Dominic does come and visit you again, you will hear if I text you,” Noah explained. “Sound good?”
She nodded and pulled her phone out, turning it off silent.
“Good girl,” he purred.
Frankie shivered and looked up at him with heated eyes.
“Later.” He chuckled, letting go of her face. “I need to go meet with them so we can go home sooner.”
