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“Let’s go get ready, baby.” He presses a tender kiss to my temple and guides us towards Jax. A sound shifts my gaze to the corner of the room where Luca appears, dragging the body of a waiter with blood pouring from his wounds that leaves a trail on the polished wooden floor.
“Zara, behind the bar for me,” Frankie demands.
I don’t argue with him. Even if I have a vest on, I know it isn’t enough. As I attempt to leave, he seizes my wrist, yanking me back towards him, and crashes his lips onto mine.
“One more taste, just in case,” he whispers against my lips.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” I reply.
“I know, baby. I love you.”
I feel my heart rate increase as I lock eyes with him.
As my hands travel down his back, I can't resist giving his ass a playful squeeze, only to be met with a stern look. One I know I’m going to get punished for later. I give him a sly wink before swiftly darting behind the gleaming gold bar. Dropping onto my knees, Ireach for my gun and pull the slide to make sure I have a bullet in the chamber. I position myself strategically, ensuring I have a clear view of the door through the narrow gap.
Jax and Frankie stand on either side of the main entrance, their guns raised and ready. Luca is waiting just behind them, hiding in the shadows.
“Copy that, Enzo,” Frankie says.
I hear an engine outside and my palms start to sweat as my nerves kick in.
This feels as euphoric as I thought it would. I can’t imagine how Frankie must feel.
I want this for him, for us both.
66
FRANKIE
Song- Final Judgement Day, Five Finger Death Punch.
The sound of several heavy sets footsteps grows closer.
“I haven’t heard from George in days. Find him. I need to see if Mikhail’s offer is legitimate. I need to form an alliance with the Russian before Frankie does.” Romano’s familiar voice is like music to my ears.
A subtle smile twitches on my lips.
“It gets me the cash I need to go after Frankie. He’s going to be after blood. I don’t have any other options.”
The door slides open and I waste no time in pressing my gun against Romano's wrinkled forehead.
“Looks like I found you first,” I say with a hint of amusement.
I glance back and see a man with a ponytail attempting to flee as Romano remains frozen in place, the phone slipping from his hand.
“Useless prick,” Romano mutters.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Going somewhere?” Mikhail’s hulking frame appears.
I glance over and find him holding up the scrawny ponytail by his neck with one hand. The frantic man claws at his black suit, his face reddening and his eyes bulging.
The sound of the gunshot echoes through the air as my bullet finds its target, tearing through Romano's hand as he reaches for his jacket.
“You fucking asshole,” he screams out, holding his hand up with blood spilling down his arm.
With my gun pressed against his temple, I lean in and relieve him of his weapon.
