Boston Blood

Fifty five

Frankie leapt over him as he cursed and struggled to stand up. She didn't want to hurt him but she knew it was the only way she's get out of this room. They wanted her and what she had and as much as she tried to talk herself out of it, she knew she had to go to them. She couldn't risk Cillian or Bridget getting hurt or killed and leaving that poor sweet girl alone.

She made it to the door and tried to undo the chain but her hands were shaking too much, preventing her from getting the damned thing off. "Frankie No! Please. Don't do this."

She couldn't look back at him. She was terrified of seeing the pain she had caused him. She hot him hard and felt terrible but it was necessary. She finally managed open the door but she was thrown to the floor with frightening strength and heard it slam shut. She scrambled to get up but he had hold of her ankles. "Let go! Get off me! I have to do this!"

She was shocked at how strong he was even while his head was gushing blood and it didn't take him long until he had her hands pinned to the floor above her head and was straddling her exhausted, frail body. She thrashed against his weight begging him to let her go but his gripped tightened. "Frankie, stop. Please there's another way! There has to be. We just need to sit down and think it through!"

He was trying to keep his voice down but Frankie was getting more and more agitated and distraught beneath him. "Get off me! I have to make it right. I have to do this. It's all I have left. You don't understand! You do-," Her sentenced had to continue in a muffled mess when Cillian suddenly clamped one hand over her mouth, trying desperately to keep her quiet. She was losing it and as much as he hated doing this, he needed her to try to calm down. "Frankie, stop. Stop! Just listen to me. You do not have to do this. You told me the reason you took Tony's stuff in the first place was because you didn't want him to win, right? But if you go do this. If you give Aidan and Tommy what they want then they've won. I know you don't trust me but try to understand that I can't let that happen. That bastard Tommy took my father from me and your mother from you and my uncle, the man I thought loved me has been lying to me my whole fucking life. We can't let them win, do you hear me? I know you think you need to do this to make up for everything you've done but you don't. What happened to your mother, Michael and Sinead was not your fault. You have to stop carrying that guilt around. You are the strongest fucking person I have ever met. They won't care if you show up and give them what they want. They'll fucking kill you, Frankie and I won't let that happen. You mean too fucking much to me. Jesus Christ I killed Tony Russo tonight. I've never killed anyone before but seeing him standing there, hurting you and ready to kill you, I just fucking snapped. I had to kill him because the thought of losing you was making me want to jump in front of that fucking gun, myself. You have to listen to me Frankie. We'll figure something out. I promise. Just please don't go. I can't fucking lose you. I am so sorry."

Frankie had stopped squirming. She had to close her eyes a few times to stop Cillian's tears from hitting her pupils. He was trembling on top of her and although he was squeezing her so tightly and pressing his hand against her mouth, she didn't feel frightened. He was holding her. Holding her because he was afraid to let her go.

She stared up at him and tried to control her breathing as she deciphered what he had just said. Her anger and fear was dissipating with every second passing and all she felt was a warmth running through her entire body. She had always blamed herself for what had happened and knew her whole fucked up life had been a result of her trying to numb the pain. The pills, the alcohol, the crime was all an effort to forget. No one had ever told her that what happened wasn't her fault but when she heard it coming from his mouth, she couldn't believe that she had actually taken in what he said and actually fucking felt better. He cares about her and wants to protect her. He fucking hates himself for what he's done and he's trying to fix it. Let him, Frankie.