“Christian!” Frankie shouts, making me jump as he slams his hand down on the table and then gets to his feet. “This is absolutely the wrong f*****g plan!”
“Sit down, Frank!” Christian shouts back, clearly getting mad at his bodyguard. “You’re out of line!”
“You’re letting this desire for power get to your head, Christian,” Frankie growls, his words coming from somewhere low in his throat, slipping through his teeth as he points a finger directly at my husband. My eyes go wide as I stare at him, because I’ve never seen Frankie act like this before. “You are getting way too hungry – it’s making you make stupid f*****g choices –“
“Sit. Down!” The words boom from Christian’s throat and Frankie snaps his mouth shut, glaring hard at his boss, his don. He doesn’t sit but he stays quiet, shakin
