“Not so tough now are you? Come here, Jorge. Help me teach this b***h a lesson.”
Frankie squirmed. “No! Don't touch me!”
Tony smirked. “Oh we're gonna do worse than that, girlie. Way worse.”
“No!"
***
“No!”
Frankie woke up screaming. Auto hurried into the room, his eyes darting around, ready to m******e someone on sight.
She couldn't take it.
“Frankie? Babe?”
Silently, she sobbed, her body wracked with pain.
“God, Frankie.” He sighed, getting in bed with her, putting his arms around her.
She accepted his warmth, too drained to protest. She needed him right now.
“Someone hurt you,” He observed quietly.
Frankie didn't answer. Auto didn't need her to.
“Baby doll, I wish you would talk to me. Tell me what's going on.”
Frankie's lips quirked slightly. He hadn't called her baby do
