The Promise (Page 25)

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The Promise (The ‘Burg #5)(25)
Author: Kristen Ashley

His mother turned to face the kitchen door, his father’s eyes came to him, and Benny got out of his chair.

He wasn’t expecting company, but Frankie was in his house. Word would be making the rounds.

Manny had his own amends to make, but Manny would no way be there that early. Manny had settled on a woman, they’d been together over a year, and Ma was biting her lip that they’d moved in together two months ago with no ring on Sela’s finger.

Sela was a good woman. Benny liked her. And Man came to work with a content look on his face that said he liked what he left at home. So Ben knew he liked his time at home, especially if a man was getting what Man obviously was getting…and liking, the mornings.

Sal would come in the morning. So would Gina. Sal’s boys knew better than to show at Benny’s door, morning or anytime. But the big man and his wife would do whatever the f**k they wanted.

For Frankie, he’d have to eat that shit and he would. Once. Then he’d have words with her, and if she intended to keep Sal and his wife in her life, she’d do that well away from him.

But Ben found halfway down the hall to the door that he wouldn’t be eating that particular shit that morning.

He’d be eating other shit.

He knew this when a vaguely familiar female voice shouted from outside the door, “Yeah! Fuck you too! And kiss all this good-bye forever, ass**le!”

He wasn’t sure—he hadn’t been around the woman in years—but he was thinking that was Nat, Frankie’s sister.

Closing in on the door and seeing her head through the window, he saw he was right.

Fuck.

Frankie did not need this shit. More, he didn’t need it. She was not his favorite person normally. Having to keep his shit together after her sister spent a week and a half in a hospital bed and the bitch did not even send flowers was not something he had the patience to do maybe ever, but definitely not then.

He opened the door, positioned himself firmly in it, and got an eyeful of her jumping up and down, giving the finger to a beat-up Dodge Stratus racing down the street.

He also got an eyeful of her short, tight, black knit skirt, which was a centimeter away from giving a crotch shot, and skintight tank with material so thin, he could easily see the lace of her bra. With this, for some f**ked reason, she was wearing a lightweight but bulky scarf wrapped around her neck. Silver and gold was profuse at ears, fingers, and wrists. She smelled like she’d just walked through one of those bitches at the mall who offered sprays of perfume and choked the air with it for reasons he never got. And he only had her profile, but he could see she’d taken Ninette’s heavy-handed makeup lessons to extremes.

Even way back when, when he was at school with the Concettis, it was like Frankie was not one of them. She knew how to trick herself out, absolutely. But the sisters dressed like whores from age twelve up and Frankie never did that shit.

She could do big hair, she did, and she did it well, as evidenced yesterday. She could show skin, but she did it with style and class that made it appealing, not cheap. And she liked her makeup, but as heavy as she could go with it, it never crossed that line from class to trash.

Ninette led that brigade, teaching her daughters lessons no girl should learn. Frankie was the only one opposed to them. The other two sucked that shit in and turned that shit out, not only in look, but in deed.

He’d never liked them, Nat or Cat, and not because they dressed like trash. Because they acted like it.

The brothers were a different story. He’d briefly met her brother Dino, and he knew Enzo Junior well.

Dino seemed an upright guy, affectionate with his little sister, pleasant to be around.

Enzo was a f**king crazy man, but he adored Frankie and didn’t have much time for the other two, so Benny had always liked him.

Now, with her showing out of the blue, he knew he’d be reminded why he wasn’t Nat’s biggest fan.

He just did not know she was bringing her A game.

When the Stratus screeched around the corner at the end of the block, she turned to him. Just like he wasn’t even f**king there, she picked up one of the three massive duffels sitting on his stoop and heaved it right by his legs into his foyer.

Oh no.

Fuck no.

“Yo!” he barked, and her eyes snapped to his.

“Hey, Ben,” she greeted. Either not processing or ignoring his tone, she twisted and snatched up another duffel, dropping the strap on her shoulder and then shouldering her way right into his goddamned house.

She had to be joking.

“Get the last one, would you, big man?” she ordered, then stopped in the foyer and shouted up the stairs, “Frankie!”

She was. She was absolutely joking.

He turned to her, leaving her bag outside and the door open, and bit out, “Have you lost your mind?”

She drooped a shoulder, the duffel thudded on the floor, and she looked to him. “Heard Frankie was crashing here. Just scraped off my douchebag of a husband so I need to crash at her place.” She finished this outrageousness with even more outrageousness, “I could use a ride when I get her keys.”

“You’ve lost your mind,” he whispered, and he whispered because, if he didn’t, he’d shout.

“Say what?” she asked.

When she asked that, he knew she wasn’t ignoring what she couldn’t possibly miss: that Benny did not want her or her shit in his home. No, she was in her own world and she didn’t give a shit he didn’t want to occupy that world. And he sure as f**k didn’t want it landing in his foyer.

So he decided to give her that information.

“You are not here,” he told her, then explained, “And by that I mean, get your ass out.”

Her eyes narrowed and it was not sexy-cute and full of attitude the way her big sister did it, mainly because he’d never liked the bitch. She was rough in a way there was no smooth. She was loud, she was obnoxious, and with this shit, she’d proved she could take selfish to extremes.

“You don’t wanna give me a ride, that’s cool, but keep your pants on, ass**le. I just need Frankie’s keys,” she snapped.

Benny felt his body get tight, which was good. That meant it’d make it hard to move.

He didn’t have the same problem with his mouth. “You’re tellin’ me you shouldered your way in my home, I haven’t seen you in f**kin’ years, and you’re callin’ me an ass**le?”

“You just told me to get out,” she shot back.

“It’s my house. I can do that shit when someone who isn’t welcome is in it,” he returned.

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