Here and Gone by Kelly Wood

Author:Kelly Wood [Wood, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 210 Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-02-11T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Franky August 1988

“Where’s my ungrateful son this time?” Antonio Bianchi asked Franky.

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Bull. You two have always been attached at the hip.”

Franky didn’t know where Guy was this time, but he’d hedge a guess it was with Gracie. That’s who he’s attached to these days, Franky thought. Franky didn’t say anything to Antonio, though. No point. The old man knew exactly where he was. He may have sounded mean and gruff about it, but underneath he was happy. If the relationship worked out, then it would only strengthen the bond between the two families. Although, Antonio was upset that Guy no longer seemed to take an interest in the business.

Franky tightened his hands on the steering wheel. It was a distraction to keep his hands from wrapping around his best friend’s neck. Guy hadn’t done anything wrong, nothing he could’ve helped anyway. He was just born with good looks, money, and family power. It wasn’t Guy’s fault Franky’s perfect woman had fallen for him. Franky could’ve handled that. He could’ve put up with Gracie following Guy around like a lost puppy dog for a few months. Eventually, she would’ve given up and moved on like the other girls in Guy’s life. Franky could’ve swept in then to hold her while she cried. He could’ve picked up right where he left off on the make-Gracie-fall-in-love-with-Franky-and-marry-him plan. But, no. No, his best friend had to go and fall for her, too!

Traitor!

Franky couldn’t even be upset with Guy. Guy didn’t steal his girl. Guy didn’t even know Franky knew Gracie existed. Guy stealing Gracie from him would’ve almost been easier. Almost. At least Franky could’ve punched him for it.

Franky was spending twenty-four/seven with Antonio. The war was in full swing. The battle lines had been drawn. Costa and Bianchi versus Milano. The first few days had been a bloodbath. Street crews went at each other night and day, trying to make a name for themselves. Milano’s crews fought hard, at first. But, after a few days, they could see the writing on the walls. Made men and street crew members alike tried to jump ship and come on board with either Costa or Bianchi. Both families gave the traitors a place, a job, a home. Temporarily. Everyone involved knew the outcome. You couldn’t turn on one family and expect a long life in another. Once the war ended between the three families and Milano was dead, there would be a bloodbath of another kind as the traitors were wiped out.

“Where we goin’, Boss?” Franky asked. Antonio should’ve been locked away in his hotel until this was over. He should’ve had guards with him nonstop, but Antonio was stubborn. He wasn’t letting anyone lock him away while the battles raged. Since the ambush, Franky had taken to carrying three pieces on him. One gun at the small of his back, one in an ankle holster and one in a shoulder holster. He had also started carrying a knife attached to his arm.

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