Frankie
I walk out of the office behind Clayton while trying not to stare at his perfect ass. Hazel is in my head saying all sorts of dirty things she wants to do to our mate. Our dirty thoughts are interrupted by a foul but familiar stench. I see Roscoe Graves in handcuffs being led into what I assume to be an interrogation room. Hazel forgets her mate's ass and focuses on the rogue.
A vicious growl comes out of me, and I launch myself at Roscoe without thinking. I dig my claws into his neck as he laughs.
"Frankie!" I hear Clayton call me, and I feel someone trying to pull me off, Roscoe. My mate's touch is enough to calm me down. Clayton pulls me away from Roscoe.
"It’s good to see you too, Francine,” The rogue leader f
