❝ I didn't give a damn about anyone in a long time. And then you came along and pretty much blew that plan straight to hell. ❞
in which New York's most wanted man rescues a rich girl who is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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a/n: I'm sorry but this man is too fine. okay, on with the story.
Frank Castle had been planning to catch each and every Gnucci family member at the right time.
And what most low life criminals show you, is that playing dirty shows you the right time is the unexpected moments. Catching them completely off guard.
According to legal documents, he was six feet under along with his family.
Only one man at the moment knew he was alive, and anyone who knew Curtis Hoyle knew that he would share another man's secret when his leg grew back.
He was on top of one of the high rise buildings, opposite the Honeytrap night club.
It was pretty much excruciating to watch all these punk kids getting rejected, and some other punk kids throwing up in the gutter two blocks down but there was only one thing on his mind at the moment.
And it was to get inside the office and place the barrel of the gun between their eyes.
"What is up with this club. Is there a discount for assholes tonight or what?" Frank thought to himself.
It was packed. Practically as if the entire of New York city was in that building.
He'd been in front of the rifle for at least two or three hours, not getting a single good shot at who he wanted which was frustrating. He had a hell of a lot of patience.
But it was wearing thin. He'd have to get inside to get the job done.
•••
"So lemme get this straight. You're friends with the owner?"
"Well I'm friends with Bobby Gnucci. I guess he doesn't own it per se but he has a lot of sway on whether we jump the queue or not." Christian said, with his hands on the wheel.
Tamara took out her compact mirror and inspected her face. It was a soft beat for tonight, but at least her skin was glowing.
"Stop worrying, you look fine." He remarked as he pulled onto the outside of the club.
"I know I do." She thought to herself.
"And I can't believe you scammed yourself a ride to this club. In a Mercedes-Maybach." Lola said, clearly excited.
