RONALD
I was furious. Not just irritated, not just angry… no, the kind of fury that gnaws at your ribs and makes your hands curl into fists before you even realize it. Frankie was getting creative now, and Catherine had ended up getting hurt because of it. It could have been a hell of a lot worse if I hadn’t been there when it happened.
And the worst part? She wouldn’t back down. I could tell her a thousand times to step out of this damn election and she’d look at me with that steel in her eyes, the same stubbornness that’s going to get her killed one day. She was too strong for her own good.
Now, I didn’t just have to think about direct attacks. Frankie was branching out, trying new angles. That meant more ways for things to go wrong.
Quinn had finally set up a meeting, and I was driv
