Rebel Baby (Rebel Series Book Three/frerard)

Chapter 11

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I gave Frank a soft kiss and he smiled.

"I love you," I said.

Frank smiled, sitting on the couch of our newest hotel with me.

"Now, you've been aggressive lately," Frank remarked.

"So have you," I said. "The old you is gone and you're going into the old-old you again."

"What does that mean?" Frank asked with an amused smile.

"Just that you're not happy, relaxed beach frank anymore you're back to just the original angry mobster frank," I said. "I love both Franks but it's just different."

"You're becoming a little fighter too," he said.

"That's because I'm not as scared anymore as I was before," I said. "I-I've seen death and I've travelled."

"I'm sorry about Josh," Frank said softly. "I know you liked him a lot and he really helped us too."

I nodded softly, wrapping my arms around him. I've only ever watched two people close to me die before. Josh and Mitch. Actually, they're the only deaths I've ever seen, Frank usually covered my eyes or made me look away when he killed someone just so I wouldn't have to watch.

"Well, I think the old-old Daddy would've fucked you nice and hard," Frank muttered, his hands running over my hips.

I whimpered, nodding my head in agreement.

"Strip and get on the bed," Frank whispered.

I squeaked, hurrying back to the bedroom. I stripped out of my clothes and sat in the center of the bed on my knees, hands clasped in my lap submissively. Frank walked in, a small smirk on his face as he took his tie off. His rough hands ran over my chest and down to my hips.

"We're gonna try something new," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck, making me shudder.

"Wh-what is it?" I asked.

"No speaking," he said.

I looked at him, wanting to ask a question and thankfully he seemed to notice.

"Yes, baby?" Frank asked.

"Am I allowed to speak to use the safe word if I need to?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," Frank said softly, kissing my cheek.

He laid me down, tying my hands to the headboard with his tie. I kind of liked that he was wearing his suits again, he looks so good in them.

"There we go," Frank said.

He turned his back to me, facing the dresser as he did something I couldn't see. He turned, shrugging off his jacket. He unbuttoned his white shirt but left it on and open. I looked at the tattoos that covered his chest, dancing beautifully on his perfectly tanned skin.

Frank turned back to the dresser and grabbed the red candle he had lit. I whimpered quietly and he leaned down, giving me a soft kiss that thankfully helped me relax a little bit.

"I need you to be quiet, okay?" Frank asked. "We don't want anyone hearing us."

I nodded my head, biting my lip as he held the candle over my body.

"Ready, baby?" He asked and I nodded.

Frank just started tipping the candle when there was suddenly a knock on the door.