The Promise
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“Fuck,” Benny whispered, getting what she was saying.
“If that drug is dangerous, Ben, I can’t let it launch.”
Fuck.
There it was. Frankie getting a wild hair and wanting to get involved.
“You’re not stickin’ your nose in this,” he stated.
Her eyes got wide again, and this time, it was in a way he absolutely did not like.
“So I leave, turn my back on this, Bierman succeeds in getting Tenrix launched, and people in a couple of months of taking that drug, or a couple of years, or a couple of decades, suffer unknown consequences? Consequences that were worth quashing data and two men getting dead?”
“I thought you said your boss has his own concerns.”
“Yeah, but you blow the whistle on something like this, you gotta prove there’s been a foul on the play. You can’t make allegations without anything concrete backing it.”
“So let him find the concrete.”
“What if he doesn’t?”
He turned to her and shot back, “And what if you do?” He lifted a hand, curled it around her neck, and yanked her closer so they were near nose-to-nose. “This guy is desperate enough for this drug to go through, he’s killin’ people and you’re already on the firing line ’cause he wants to take down your boss who’s askin’ questions. You get involved in a deeper way, what will he do?”
Her eyes slid to either side before coming back to his when she announced, “That’s where you and Sal come in.”
He dropped his hand and sat back in the couch, resting his head on the top to look at the ceiling, before he muttered, “Fuck me.”
He lifted his head when he felt Frankie positioning to straddle his lap, something she set her beer aside and yanked her skirt up to do. A dirty play since he liked her there too much, he liked her skirt up around her h*ps more, she knew it, and she hadn’t even started talking yet.
Then she started talking.
“I’d like to talk to Lloyd, but I can’t. Not yet. Not this early. I’d like to talk to Colt, but I can’t do that either without throwing Sal under the bus. So what I have to do is talk to Tandy, speed shit up, get just enough that it won’t make it look like seriously nasty office politics if I go to Lloyd with my concerns about Bierman. It can’t be hard to find. Nurses worked on those trials all over the country. There have to be witnesses, data, files, and not all on a computer. This drug has been in testing for ages. There has to be something.”
He looked into her eyes and stated, “You do know that I carried you through a forest with you bleedin’ from a gunshot wound.”
“I know,” she replied gently.
“So you know I kinda don’t want a repeat performance of that.”
Her face was soft when she said, “Sal and you’ll keep me safe.”
He curled his fingers around her h*ps and informed her, “This is not a smart play, Frankie.”
She lifted her hands to hold him on either side of his neck and she returned, “This is the only play, Ben. People’s health is at stake.”
He stared at her, thinking she was right. If that was a possibility, it’d be a dick move to walk away and hope someone else would deal with it.
But Frankie was not that kind of person. If that was a possibility, and it sounded like it was, she’d never walk away.
So now she was walking right into that field.
But it was Ben’s job, working with f**king Salvatore Giglia, to make certain a dead body didn’t drop on her.
Or far f**king worse, her beautiful body dropping.
He kept staring at her, thinking he’d like to bring Cal in on this. He and Vi would be home from their honeymoon in three days.
But people were getting whacked; Cal was a new husband, new father.
He couldn’t bring Cal into this.
It was Sal. Sal and Benny.
Fuck.
“I don’t like this,” he told her.
“It won’t take long,” she replied. “I think Tandy’s crew has laid the groundwork.” She leaned into him. “And it might turn out to be nothing. It might not be Bierman and Tenrix. It might be he’s just a massive dick. It might be the hits have nothing to do with this or each other. It might just be Wyler has bad luck and attracts crazy people, and then I’ll have another decision to make ’cause I won’t want to work for a place like that, even from a home office in Chicago.”
Ben kept staring at her, knowing that was not in the realm of possibility. The company was big, but there were too many coincidences. It had to fit together.
He just didn’t want Frankie being the one to fit it together.
Even so, knowing his baby, he had no choice.
So he said, “You make no move without me knowin’ about it.”
She grinned, bent in, and touched her mouth to his, a light in her eyes he did not like and her body wired a different way.
No fear. All in. Raring to go.
Fucking Frankie.
Moving back, she said softly, “Okay.”
“I gotta fill Sal in on all this shit.”
She nodded and repeated, “Okay.”
“I’m close for the long haul,” he told her, and her head tipped to the side.
“What about the restaurant?”
“Pop and Manny are on it.”
“Is that gonna be okay?” she asked.
“My other choice is…?” he asked back.
“Well…Sal,” she answered, and his fingers dug into her hips.
“I keep you safe.”
That got him another soft look before she whispered, “My Benny.” Then suddenly, her head jerked and she asked, “What did you do with Gus?”
“Put him in your second bedroom when I got here.”
Her eyes got huge again, this time in a way he liked, and she asked loudly, “You brought him?”
“Not gonna leave him behind for an indeterminate stay with Mrs. Zambino. He might forget who’s payin’ for his puppy chow.”
“Oh my God!” she cried, and he lost her straddling his lap since she jumped off and ran toward the hall.
Ben let his head drop back to the couch and, again, looked at the ceiling, wondering if he’d gone insane.
He turned his head to the side and saw Frankie come in, cuddling and cooing at Gus, no shoes, skintight, sexy, don’t-fuck-with-me business dress (that in about five minutes he was going to peel off of her), her mane of hair pulled back at the top, wild with curls at the bottom, and he knew he hadn’t gone insane.