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I’d also need to figure out my living situation, make sure to pay back all of the money that I’d been using off of Malachi’s accounts, and a few other important things where it came to my friend.

When that was done, I’d like to continue the job that I was doing.

I enjoyed it.

Lastly… I needed to stop being a bitch and make sure that I stopped living my life in the shadows.

I had nothing to be embarrassed about, and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t pull Frankie into

those shadows with me.

With my mind so occupied on what I needed to do and get done, I wasn’t paying attention to how

close I was to the house until the steps were almost directly in front of me.

Shaking my head at my scattered thoughts, I took the steps two at a time and made my way to the

bedroom where I took a quick shower.

It was as I was stepping into my underwear in the middle of the bedroom where Frankie was still

sleeping that I heard it.

A pounding, insistent knock.

Glass crashed and I went from curious to very alert in about three seconds flat.

Frankie was lifting her head groggily from the pillow when I stood up straight, gun in my hand,

and found myself facing six black-clad figures with their guns trained directly at me.

“Police, drop your weapon!”

***

I didn’t know what to do.

I had no allies here.

No friends. No nothing.

What I had was a damning murder, a terrified fiancée, and the possibility of actually seeing jail

time.

I needed someone in my corner. In Frankie’s corner.

Now.

Chapter 19

When your day is going really well and you don’t trust it.

-The Fuckening

Frankie

I went to sleep with the house empty, and my heart feeling ravaged.

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