Chapter 66: Night Trap
(Frank's POV)
I paced the living room, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Every shadow stretching across the floor looked like a threat, every creak of the house sounded like a warning.
"Jesus, Frank."
Diana didn't even look up. She was perched on the velvet sofa, applying a coat of crimson polish to her nails. "You're pacing like a caged animal. You're killing my vibe."
I stopped, glaring at the heavy curtains drawn tight against the night.
"Drink the damn whiskey and sit down," she snapped, blowing on her wet fingertips. "You're making me nervous."
She was nothing like Scarlet's mother. That woman had been a mouse, a penny-pincher who would squeeze a dollar until it screamed. Back when she was a maid for the Sterling family, she'd co
