He Bought Me

30.

Franky

Boris's jeans and my green, long sleeve shirt, make a cute outfit. Boris had basically carried me around the house which makes me question, if he's so damned worried then why take me to Grave's party? The ride for short, quiet, and cold, Boris kept his distance in the back seat. I wanted to ask him about that thing he wanted to try but I decided against it.

Grace's place is a beautiful large house out in the suburbs, not so far from us. There must be a dozen cars parked outside.

"Open the car" Boris orders Lincoln. He grabs me and pulls me on his lap.

"Boris, stop" I try to push him off, "I can get out of the car"

He gives in, "Not too much weight on that leg

"I didn't break it" I groan. I climb off his lap then out the car. Cold wind hits me, my hair blows to the side, I groan in annoyance before putting my hair in a side ponytail. Boris whispers my name as he grabs my waist from behind.

"I just realize, Tommy might be here" Boris sounds irritated. We stand there, admiring a house that Boris has probably only seen twice. I grab Boris's hands that are now on my lower belly and throw my head back on his chest.

"Nice, please" I beg.

"After what that small dick said?"

Tommy's words didn't even phase me, what Boris said did. He called me his girl that night, at that time, I didn't believe him, I thought he was claiming his property but after today, I know we can be more.

"Boris, baby, please..."

"Fine" he sighs, "But only because I want to see his face" he kisses the top of my head. Breathing grows too difficult, how can I see Tommy knowing I caused that? I might be sick.

"Boris, I don't think-"

"You're alright, baby" he tries to comfort me. He leans down, kisses my cheek then whispers in my ears, "I'm right here...say it"

"You're here" it sounds braver than I ever thought it would. "You're here" I repeat.

Boris turns to stone as we approach the front door, I kiss his arm before knocking on the door. "Thank you" he whispers. I take his large index finger in my hand. Grace answers the door. She looks gorgeous, her red hair is curled, lovely diamond necklace and blood-red dress.

"My baby!" she booms, referring to Boris. Her eyes land on me and that cheerful expression fade to annoyed.

Boris notices. "Grace" he snarls.

"Sorry" her smile is as fake as her apology.

"Thomas is here?" Boris asks.

"Of course, he is" she steps closer and rubs his arm. He stares at her hand but she doesn't seem to notice even though she's looking straight at his face. "I'm unaware of the reason for your little...agreement-"

"Agreement? Jesus fucking christ, mom" Boris growls, "I kicked the shit out of his ass. Now, who the fuck is here? Because I know damn well you don't talk like that. Warren?"

Grace's shoulders drop as she rolls her eyes, "Yes, he's here. So, if I wanna act like a bitch with a stick up her ass, I fucking can"

"I got money, mom, lose the small dick asshole and take some"

"I'm not taking your money"

Boris scoffs. I squeeze his finger, he looks down at me and winks. He turns back to Grace, "Now, say fucking hi to Franky so we can come in"