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“His father is the reason I got shot.”
“Why didn’t I figure it out before?” A dry chuckle left him as he released my chin.
“Franco, Quinn changed his last name when he moved to Portland. He wanted a fresh start. Duke doesn’t know we’re related. I’d like to keep it like that.”
“Fine,” he grunted.
“Take a deep breath. We’re going inside,” Franco said.
Ettore stepped into the room first.
Several people yelled out, “Hey Franco!” From their positions around the poker table.
A faint smile lifted my cheeks as we approached the bar. I could hear my heart beating in my eardrums.
“Franco, what can I get for you and your guest?” A beefy bartender asked with too much gel in his thick black strands.
I felt eyes on me. Angry eyes. Duke’s eyes, to be exact.
“A Bacardi Limon with Sprite and a whiskey neat.”
The bartender pointed at Franco. “Coming right up,” he said animatedly.
Franco glanced at Duke. “You remember Kennedy.”
An unamused smirk hit Duke’s lips. I knew that one. That meant he loathed the person. But he and Franco were business acquaintances. They got along, right? Well, not anymore. He now hated Franco because of me.
“Hello Duke.”
“Kennedy.” He ran a finger between his neck and collar.
The tiny hairs stood on my arms.Don’t start trouble, Duke.
“When I said how I couldn’t forget her pussy, I didn’t think you’d pounce on her,” Duke scowled.
Franco’s chest rose and fell. He released my hand, inching forward. I snaked my arms around his bulging arm, pressing my body against him.
His facial features softened. I had to calm the beast before there was a bloodbath in here.
“Kennedy and I have a business arrangement. She’s a friend of Quinn’s. She’ll help us get our money back from Quinn. The more time we spent together under one roof, I realized I couldn’t let her go.”
Duke’s eyes darkened.
Franco raised a finger. “She told me all about your sick, twisted secrets that involved her. I have a problem with you causing her harm.”
“Franco,” I warned.
“I’d never hurt Kennedy unless she wanted me to. One thing is clear, almost killing a woman isn’t something I could do. Especially not to her. I think we can agree she’s wife material.”
“Franco, please?” I begged.
“Hear this, Duke. Kennedy is mine now. Not you or any other man can have her. She’s fucking all mine,” he roared.
Duke lunged at Franco. He didn’t budge. Ettore and Clip stepped in front of us. Franco pushed his men aside.
Gasps tore from the mouths of those around the room.
Duke’s men gripped his arms. He scowled and foamed at the mouth, glaring at Franco.
