Chapitre 158: Chapter 158

"And done," I said as I hit submit on the paper for my ethics class the next morning.

It hadn’t ended the way I planned, and I was pretty sure my professor didn’t expect to spend his weekend reading about mob management practices, but I figured it was at least worth a B+. I’d written it while being kidnapped and shot at, so I deserved credit.

"How does it feel?" Frankie asked as I closed my laptop.

"How does what feel? The fact we survived multiple attacks, and you being tased? Pretty darn good." Things were definitely messed up in your life when you made a joke about being tased.

He chuckled, not taking offense at my joke. "Actually, I was referring to how it felt to be done with the paper."

My smile fell, but only for a fraction of a second. "Oh, that’s good too."

Frankie had been on his phone watching videos while I worked, and now that I’d finished, he laid it on the desk. "But not as good as not being tasered."