Page 60 of Owned By Frank

I smile at him nicely and without further ado we get going.

Frank holds my hand tightly, I notice that it is quite tense and that makes me curious.

We arrive at the hotel and see a variety of staff running around quite quickly. Everyone is holding arrangements, glasses and the occasional other thing.

We don't give it much thought and continue to the elevator.

- Report... - Frank orders massaging his neck.

Dante lets out a tired sigh.

- Mr. Collins is taking care of all the crap he turned his back on us. Four loads arrived safely and without legal problems in Cuba. Mr. Drop was caught taking a few million from the bank account but nothing that has not been resolved. Right now they are teaching him a lesson.

- That piece of shit. I knew it was him who was stealing from me. Dante make sure you take away everything he has earned so far, everything he has has been stolen.

Dante rolls his eyes, as if that were not news to him. I, on the other hand, remain completely silent, I am not interested in any of this and I do not want to get involved in anything that has to do with the Mafia.

Before the doors close all three of us see the same young woman. Scartlett if I remember correctly. Several men walk behind her.

Her heels stop in their tracks and her eyes meet with us. In the distance she offers us a smile. Frank snorts and presses hard on the fifth floor so that the doors close instantly.

- You are rude. -.

He looks at me with mockery.

- Baby, I was a real gentleman when it came to her. - he winks at me.

I roll my eyes and we stay in complete silence until we reach our destination.

Dante is the first to enter his room, he does so without even saying goodbye. Frank doesn't care, he just pulls my hand and that way we walk towards ours.

When we entered the room we went to the bedroom and when we arrived we both lay down on the bed at the same time letting out a big sigh.

- This is boring... - I mean.

- If I had planned this trip, believe me, it would have been the best.

- I guess Jakob was the one who planned it all.

- All... - he assures me, turns around and in a single movement is on top of me.

- Get the fuck off! - I complain trying to breathe.

He lightens his weight and smiles mockingly at me.

- We can make this shitty trip super exciting. - He winked at me flirtatiously.

- You are absolutely right! – I say with mischievousness.

He smiles back at me. Let's do something exciting...

Half an hour later...

Frank looks at me rolling his eyes.

- You're a fucking cheater! - he grunts with his arms crossed.

- Ah no handsome! I threw a four so come on! I want that shirt off! - I'm laughing.