He Bought Me

41.

"You're going to wait, right?" Franky asks for the tenth time tonight as she climbs off my bike and leans into me.

I'm starting to get annoyed, what the hell is the big deal? If it was someone else, I would already be barging in but it's not, it's my baby.

"Alright," I hiss.

"I'm sorry, I just..." she takes my index finger in her tiny hand, "I want this, Boris"

"Ok" I loosen up. She does need this, I've locked her up enough, I can't do that shit anymore. "But a bar? We can find somewhere else."

"I've already checked and it's closer-"

I drown her out for a moment, I can get her any job she wants but the bar is closer but if I...

"Wait, baby," I cut her off, taking her hands and resting them on my chest. "I have a proposal-" her face whitens and I nearly stopped, is this what she's afraid of? "-I come to work with you-a-and I'll keep a distance," I add in a rush.

She bites the corner of her bottom lip, thinking. "Keep a distance? Like I won't be able to see you?"

"Damn, I love you too" I joke, and she pouts before kissing my cheek. "I'm joking but yeah, you won't see me." I'm not lying.

"Thank you." She leans in with a bright smile but her eyes dark behind me and she frowns. "Sorry," she steps back.

"What?" I snap my head in the other direction to see two women-about my age-walking pass us with a face full of disgust. I drop Franky's hands and fall my fist. "What the fuck are you looking at?!" I road, standing up.

"No, Boris." She tries to hold me back as I rise from the bike.

"No, fuck that," I snap at her as I swing my leg over. I step towards them and Franky runs around the bike to hold me back. "I'm not about to let these two bitches make you feel uncomfortable!"

They begin to jog away.

"Baby, stop."Fuck. I stop and look down at her. "Thank you," she whispers. They should be thanking her. "Let's go home."

"What? No, I can control myself." Can I? "Go," I wrap an arm around her waist and usher her towards the bar. What the hell am I doing? "One minute," I remind her.

"That's all I need," she smiles then slightly jumps to kiss my cheek. I return the grin then she turns for the doors.

Franky's POV

"Franky," Paul sighs in relief. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, I'm here with someone and it will be great if you don't call Lincoln or talk about him." I pout a little.

His face hardens. "Yeah," his soft voice from moments ago is now strained with fear as if he knew what was with me. "Don't worry about it."

I trust Boris to keep his word but the bad will be packed in an hour or two and I can't risk Paul shouting his name.

"Thank you." When I turn to the doors, one opens and Boris steps in. He points to his right, I follow his finger and spot the booths. I nod at him and he presses his lips together before heading towards them.

"Him?" I hear Paul whimper, grabbing my attention.

"What?" I question him.

"Nothing," he shakes his head. "Ready for your training?" He forces a smile.

An hour later...
"When do we put chairs back here?" I ask as a whine. "My feet hurt."

I have my back on the bar, leaning on it and Paul's on my side, facing the other direction. "You'll get used to it in no time," he assures me with a boyishly smile. "Plus, we're allowed stools, when the bar is empty."