Chapter FourCrack!
Marbella flipped over the bed and hit the floor with a thud. Wincing, she crawled into the corner and sat up, holding her throbbing eye. Her body was beginning to bruise and she was aching all over. She looked around for an escape and found the window cracked open. She was about to make a dash for it when the burly shadow of her attacker eclipsed her. The mob wife looked like a scared mouse cornered by a cat as Franklin closed in, his large hands clenched into fists. He was clad in his boxer briefs, his gut hanging over them and hairy chest rising and falling as he stared down at her. There was malice in his eyes and larceny in his heart. After how he’d finished punching on her she thought for sure he was going to kill her. And she couldn’t blame him after the violatio
