𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓|𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 [𝟐] [Discontinued]

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝟭~𝙂𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙊𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨

Warnings: Mature Language, Drug Abuse, Drug Dealing, Slurs, Sexual References, Making Out, Hot Franky, Mentions Cheating, Mentions of Trauma, Touching the Inside of A Chicken, Drug Smuggling Threats.

A/N: I've split the first episode of season three into two parts! Welcome to the first chapter!

❝𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐈? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩... 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐈 𝐁𝐞𝐚?❞

𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 no one imprisoned hears about unless their mates are gloating about getting out. I felt freedom the first time I got out; like nothing could stop me and I could just spiral and forget the world existed. Cheat, drink till I forgot my name, smoke, cook whatever drug under the sun and I fucking loved it. But even in prison you could feel free just like on the outside you could feel trapped in chains, as if you're bolted up unable to escape.

I never thought I'd face the feeling of freedom and happiness, true happiness until I finally got with her... My girlfriend, Francesca Doyle. "The fuck are ya daydreamin' about?" Franky asked me with a smile whilst I washed lettuce, "Freedom and you." I smirked to my girlfriend who pressed a kiss on my cheek before going to check the stock and make sure Boomer got something or other.

"You and Franky are cute together, eh?" Jodie told me as I looked down to the lettuce, it was now all soggy and disgusting but it didn't matter. "You say cute I say hot, take the lettuce for me?" I wondered as she smirked, "Whatever ya say." before taking the lettuce off of me. "Richards stop fuckin' around and do some work." Smiles stated as I rolled my eyes and went to chopping instead.

Suddenly I felt an arm around my neck, "Ooo hello madam Doyle." I smirked as Franky licked the side of my face, "I can't wait to fuck you princess." She husked in my ear as I hummed, "I bet you're so we- Oi what ya lookin' at!" I shouted at the guard, Franky had a secure grip on my hand. "Enjoying, ya perv? Why don't ya take a picture mate?" Franky snapped letting go of me as I grinned.

"Yeah, a nice lil polaroid- it'll last longer." I agreed as he scoffed walking along, stupid screw. I looked to Boomer who was grinned at Franky and looking like she was trying to hump the air, "Had Booms got back with Daz or somethin'?" I questioned. "Nah, check the delivery." She teased in my ear, "Yeah, alright darlin'. We've got pumpkin, chicken, cauliflower and-- are they carrots?" I counted as Spiteri smirked at the conversation, she must've been in on something too.

"And chickens, pretty girl, chickens." Franky smirked looking me up and down. "Babe, what's so special bout a fuckin' chicken?" I asked as Boomer chuckled and Franky picked a chicken up and placed it in front of me. "Touch the chicken." She husked in my ear pushing her body up against mine, a tiny moan slipped out of my mouth at her actions. "Fuck off!" I scoffed in disbelief feeling Doyle's hand touching mine and putting it into the chicken.