JAMES
G
azing blankly
at Frank as he stood, dominating my kitchen, I clenched my hands into fists. Every cell in my body screamed at me to back the f**k down in the face of his overwhelming, generally satanic feel. Now, for the first time, I was beginning to realize why everyone told me to stay away from him.
He could kill people with a look, and sweat slicked the nape of my neck as I held his dark, dangerous eyes.
“Frank, she needs a hospital or she’s gonna die.” My voice was rough, drowned out by the pained moaning coming from the back bedroom. For just a fraction of a second, I took my eyes off Frank, and he took that moment to advance. In a flash he was directly in front of me, massive and imposing, and I automatically took a step back. Jumping into my throat, my heart thundered h
