#Chapter 147 - Meeting

The warehouse is just as creepy and as bleak as I thought it would be, with low lighting and mysterious damp patches on the floors. There isn’t even anything here being stored – it’s just a strange, dank place that Christian apparently keeps for nefarious meetings. “I don’t know,” I say, my voice dubious as I sink to the floor at Frankie’s side. “This doesn’t seem like the most sanitary place for medical triage, Frank.” “It’ll be all right,” Frankie says, seated in a chair in his boxer briefs so that his wound is at my eye-level. A little distance away from us Christian and Nico work to secure Bonetti’s four men to chairs, handcuffing them and duct taping various body parts down so they can’t move at all. I glance over at Nico and my husband before returning my eyes to Frankie’s leg, frowning a little as I lean close to the wound. Frankie wasn’t lying before – it really was a glancing shot, the bullet apparently skimming by him and just taking some skin and a very small amount o