Chapter 39 - The Cat Fight
Emily's POV
The hard and sad truth is that Toretti doesn't drink alcohol.
Unsurprisingly, Lucy ditched me as soon as I approached Franco at the club. He was awkwardly sitting by himself at the bar, waiting for Thomas, and trying to politely decline offers of casual s*x from both men and women.
Looking back, this might have been the only reason Franco accepted to join me for a quick chat in private. He literally looked like he saw Jesus our Saviour when I escorted him from his spot at the bar, where he was a sitting duck, to a private VIP room where there was nobody hitting on him aggressively. It was just me and him, and my plans for him do not include anything even remotely s****l.
The whole time we were sitting down talking, he had a glass with an amber
