Page 84 of Wicked Lies

“If we’re done with all the drama, I suggest we get this finished.” Frank held out a pen to him. “I’m sure you want to get Club Wicked opened as soon as possible.”

The sick fuck didn’t care about anything. He wondered what kind of person went through life without a heart, without caring. Did anything touch him, affect him, make him human?

The muscle released his arms, and Nick grabbed the pen out of Frank’s hand. “You wouldn’t think twice about putting a hit out on a woman, so how do I know you won’t do something to her later on?”

“Never happen.”

“Two things don’t add up. Why do you want her gone, and why do you care who I’m with?”

“Very simple. Both questions have the same answer.”

Frank paused, but Nick’s spent brain couldn’t decipher anymore riddles.

“Cheryl’s my daughter.”

THE END

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