“What!?” Frankie gasps, staring at Christian now. “Boss, you can’t be serious –“
“Listen, I get it, she’s a great girl, she can cook – but I said hands off,” Christian says, jerking his head towards the door. “Ten laps around the block. Now.”
Frankie’s mouth drops open as my eyes go wide. Ten laps!? It’s the middle of the night, and cold out there now!
“Boss –“
“Go,” Christian orders, his voice dark and his eyes narrowed.
Frankie groans, tilting his head back on his neck, but he stomps towards the door, where he kneels down to tie on a set of sneakers waiting for him there.
“Seriously, Christian,” Nico says, turning to frown at my oldest friend. “This is going a little –“
“You go to then,” Christian says, turning his glare on Nico.
Nico’s mouth drops too. “W-what!?”
“I’m sorry,
