#Chapter 60 – First Attack

“You should not be discounting Christian’s friendship, Iris,” Frankie growls at me, pulling me closer to him, even as I dig in my heels and throw my weight back. “Frankie!” I groan between my teeth, trying to be quiet and looking anxiously towards the office door behind us where there’s still a gigantic, terrifying mafia boss who thinks we’re on an Aperol run. “Can we do this somewhere else!?” He hesitates, I think trying to see if I’m trying to get out of this or something, but then he too glances back at the door before starting forward. My arm still wrapped in his hand, we stride together into the bar where he pulls me into a corner. I briefly glance towards Andre, who just groans and tilts his head back when he sees what’s going on, before turning my attention back to Frankie. “Like I was saying,” Frankie grinds out from between his teeth. “Christian would give a shit about everything that was happening in that room, and it would cause a lot of problems for him –“ “Exactly!” I