Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(37)

Frankie grabbed a cigarette from behind his ear and dug out a Zippo from his front pocket, oblivious as all seven men tensed, ready to shoot.

He took a few long drags before he spoke again.

“Knew she wasn’t a virgin when I took her the first time. She cried like one, but she wasn’t. Never would tell me who broke her in. Been tryin’ to get her to give it up for f*ckin’ years. She won’t ’cause she knows I’d kill ’im.”

His chest went tight. She was protecting him from f*cking Frankie. He didn’t know whether to be insulted that she thought he needed protection from this f*ck or to do a motherf*cking jig because the woman obviously still cared about him.

“You’re f*ckin’ twisted,” ZZ spat.

“Don’t matter anymore how f*ckin’ twisted he is,” Jase hissed. “’Cause he’s done.”

Frankie ignored them. “Knowin’ it was you, shit makes sense now. Bitch cries in her sleep, says shit I don’t catch, but she’s always grabbin’ that f*cking Horsemen tag ’round her neck and holdin’ tight when it happens. Never did think much of it, seein’ as she’s had it nearly her whole f*ckin’ life, but you gave it to her, yeah?”

He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to. Frankie knew.

“Yeah,” Frankie said. “You got to know, Deuce, that shit ain’t sittin’ well with me.”

Tap laughed. “Why the f*ck should he care if shit’s sittin’ well with you, you f*ckin’ asshat? He’s not the cocksucker with seven f*ckin’ cannons pointed at his f*ckin’ head.”

Frankie, as usual, never seemed to care about anything other than Eva.

“Figure he’s gonna care when I’m rippin’ out his insides and makin’ Eva string ’em up on our Christmas tree.”

“Yeah, dude,” Tap muttered. “You’re f*ckin’ normal.”

Frankie’s head whipped left, and he stared his crazy-eyed stare until Tap took a step back.

“Prez, what the f*ck we waitin’ for?” Tap said warily. “Just f*ckin’ kill him.”

Frankie grinned—an evil, sadistic grin that sent chills up his spine.

“Prez isn’t gonna let you kill me,” Frankie drawled. “Are you, Prez?”

“No,” he said flatly. “I’m not.”

“What the f*ck?” Tap yelled. “Look at your boy’s face!”

He stared at Frankie, feeling nothing but hate. “He dies, Eva dies. Asshole put some f*cked-up death pact hit on her.”

“Fuck,” Jase breathed.

“Then we can’t kill him,” Ripper said, pulling out his cell phone. “But we’re not lettin’ him go, so he can start decoratin’ Christmas trees either.”

“Yo, Gina, babe, it’s Ripper…yeah, babe, I know…babe…wait, I…no, I f*ckin’ apologized for that shit…BABE…yeah, through a f*ckin’ text message, what the f*ck you want? A singing telegram? Would you just shut the f*ck up and listen to me? I need you to run a Franklin Deluva and tell me what you got.”

Frankie, looking bored, was leaning up against the side of the house, smirking at nothing.

Ripper held the phone away from his ear and glared at it. When Gina stopped screaming, he put the phone back to his ear. “Deluva, D-E-L-U-V-A…right.”

There was a long pause during which Ripper started to smile. “Fuckin’ sweet…bitch, I f*ckin’ love you right now…” Another long pause. “Aw, Christ, Gina, don’t f*ckin’ start up again…”

Deuce grabbed the phone and tapped End. “Care to share?” he growled.

“Bitch said he’s got four outstandin’ warrants for assault, and he’s wanted for questionin’ in two murder cases. She’s ’bout six hours out, so she’s passin’ the bid to some dude named Crank nearby. Should be ’bout five minutes.”

Never in a million years would he have ever thought he’d be happy that Ripper was f*cking a bounty hunter, seeing as his entire crew was swimming in illegal shit. But there it was.

“Tap, man the front door. Jase, the back. Make sure shit is tight until we get this wrapped.” Last thing they needed was a Demon-Horsemen standoff.

“And, Ripper, get rid of Nikki and put that f*ckin’ kick-ass bitch on the back of your bike.”

“Yeah, dude,” Mick said. “Nikki’s a cunt.”

Ripper shrugged. “Yeah, but she’s got great tits.”

ZZ choked on his laughter. “’Cause you f*ckin’ paid for ’em to be great.”

Ripper flipped ZZ off. “Gina’s a drive-by. Never f*ckin’ around. What the f*ck would I be f*ckin’ in the meantime?”

He laughed. “Are you really gonna stand there and tell us you ain’t got shit to f*ck ’sides Gina and Nikki? What a f*ckin’ crock. Ever since your face got all f*cked-up, bitches been fallen to their feet wantin’ to make your boo-boos all better. I see your dick so f*ckin’ much you’d think I’m f*ckin’ you.”

“Yeah, dude, you never put that f*ckin’ thing away.”

Ripper glared at ZZ, and ZZ shrugged. “What? You don’t. And personally, I’m sick of seein’ it.”