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How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 10

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: unprotected sex, smut, cheating?

"Rebecca's case is coming up and we need to do everything possible to implicate my husband," Annalise said to the room. I watched as the eyes of the Keating 5 showed shock, anxiety, bewilderment, a flurry of emotions, "The judge didn't accept the motion to get the records for the clinic. Anyone have any ideas?"

Wes watched everyone. His eyes flipped to my mother, then myself, and finally over Conner, Michaela, and Laurel. I watched as Frank pushed his way from the back of the room, muttering something about coffee. Everyone was silent. Laurel followed him a few seconds later.

"Go through the books," I said pointing at Wes and Asher. “Michaela, and Conner, go through her records. Bonnie and I will go through the evidence."

My mom nodded and headed back into her office. Everyone broke off into their own teams. Laurel came back from the kitchen, looking angry.

"Laurel, help me go over evidence," Bonnie said loud enough for Laurel to hear. Then she turned to me, "It's late, but I want you and Frank to go talk to Parks office." She handed me a folded-up post it and I walked out of the room into the kitchen.

"Bonnie said we are going to talk to Kegan and Parks."

He nodded and went out the back door. I followed him to his car but passed it and went to mine.

"Okay, you are driving?"

"Yeah," I nodded, tossing the post it note across the top of my car. He smiled and got in the passenger's seat. I pulled out of the driveway, "Before we go anywhere, I'm getting coffee. No exceptions."

"It's nine at night," he laughed, “you don’t need coffee, Cheyanne.”

“Of course I do!”

"Classic, Cheyanne," he laughed with a shake of his head. He looked over at me, "Did Julie like her Christmas present?"

"You mean the bike?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. He nodded, "Frank you know she can't really ride a bike in New York."

"I didn't really think of that," he sighed, "But I can teach her."

"Frank the last time she saw you in person she was only five...and remember, she's not allowed to call you daddy here…"

I Know." he sighed. That kind of killed the conversation.

I drove until I reached my favorite coffee shop. After I put the car in park and got out, I noticed Frank was still in the car. I held out my hand. He laughed and got out of the car meeting me at the curb, before finally, taking my hand.

"We've got to talk, Frank," I whispered in his ear. He stopped short. His smile faded, and he nervously bit at his lips, "You don't need to say anything. Just listen to me, alright? Just this once!"

He nodded, still holding my hand and beat me to the door, opening it. The middle-aged woman behind the counter smiled, "Frank. And Cheyanne. How nice to see you two."

"Got some time to make me a latte?"

The woman smiled, "Frank, honey, do you want your espresso as well?" Frank nodded and sat us down at the corner table in the back. That's when I noticed he was still holding my hand.

"Frank," I sighed. He looked at me with such hope in his eyes. Our barista set down our drinks and Frank pulled a 20 out of his wallet telling her to keep the change. We waited until she walked away before I spoke. With his free hand he picked up his drink, "I know everything, Frank."

"No, you don't?"

"I know all about it," I said in a hushed tone, "I know what you did back in 2005...I know what you did for my father last August...and I know what the kids did to him before the break."

"What do you mean, what the kids did to him?"

"I know more than you do," I said dropping his hand and taking my cupping my latte, "I know what really happened Frank. And I want to tell you. But you must promise me you won't make a big mess of it. My aunt is still here, and I don't need a bigger mess already."

He nodded, "I won't talk to anyone."

"I need you to talk to my mother," I sighed, "She needs someone she can trust, and it can't be me."

"What's going on, Chey?"

"Wes, Laurel, Michaela, and Conner killed my father. My mom walked in on Wes when he was cleaning it up. I only know because I was there. I was in the basement. I went back to the house after I told you to leave. Mom wasn't there but dad was. He heard Michaela pull up and told me to go to the basement. He said he would get rid of her. But Rebecca showed up. I heard a lot of fighting, and Michaela called Conner, Wes, and Laurel. Laurel and Michaela pushed him over the railing. When they decided what to do, Wes bashed his head in."

His eyes widened, "Please tell me you are joking, Chey."

"No," I continued, "They thought he was dead, but when he got back up, he tried to kill Rebecca. Wes bashed his head in. Well long story short, they were supposed to take care of the body, but mom walked in when they tried to establish an alibi. She saw dad dead in the living room. I heard her crying and freaking out. I came out of the stairwell, and she was sobbing so uncontrollably."

"Maybe we should talk about this somewhere else," he whispered. I took his hand again in my own.

"I'm almost done," I said slowly. I looked around the coffee shop and saw that the owner had taken her stuff back into the kitchen, so she could keep closing up the shop, "Frank, they need you. I need you to be there for them. Things are going to get bad."

"Cheyanne, if what your saying is true, it's going to be a lot worse, then just bad."

Cheyanne pulled up to the house and saw her Aunt's car sitting across the street. When she got out, her Aunt immediately rushed out of her car and across the street, "CHEYANNE!"

"Aunt Hannah?" she asked, pretending that she didn't know what was going on, "What are you doing here?"

"Honey, I need to take you away from here right now."

"Aunt Hannah I have to see how mom is doing."

"SHE KILLED YOUR FATHER!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

She began to shake her head, "Aunt Hannah, you don't know that. Please don't say that about mom."

Without a second thought, she grabbed her Aunt and pulled her close. The Keating five came out of the house and started looking at her. Cheyanne gave Laurel and Wes knowing looks but slid Laurel a burner phone as she passed them. She mouthed the word 'Frank' and Laurel nodded.

Each one of them made their way towards the corner of the house as police cars and forensics parked in the driveway and headed in. Annalise glared at her sister-in-law, demanding her to leave the property.

The day seemed to drag on, as Cheyanne made it so that Hannah stayed out of the way. Frank nodded to her from the porch as forensics packed up and left. Cheyanne's aunt cursed, hugged her niece goodbye, and started harassing the police.

"It's safe to go in now," Cheyanne said to the Keating 5. While they slowly, hesitantly walked across the lawn, Cheyanne bounded towards the house, and up the stairs, where her mother was, "Are you okay?"

Annalise nodded and put her hand on her daughter's arm to help steady herself, "Time to rally the troops and boost morale."

That night went quickly. Before too long everyone was going their own separate ways. By the time almost everyone left, Bonnie came in with the trophy.

"I always wondered why the scales went missing the same time that Sam did," she said confidently, "Also why they found carpet fibers in the remains."

"She needs to know….” Cheyanne whispered from the corner. Bonnie looked at her, shocked she was still there. Between her and Frank, she didn't know who was better at remaining unseen.

"It's time that you stop lying, Annalise."

"Where is your boss?" the older woman called out. Bonnie and Frank looked at this brash older African American woman who'd burst into the house. In the kitchen, Cheyanne heard the voice of her grandmother, and ran into the foyer.

"Grandma?” Cheyanne practically cried out, wrapping her arms around her. The older woman smiled and wrapped her arms back around her granddaughter.

“This is your grandmother?”

“Oh yeah,” Cheyanne laughed, “Can’t you see the family resemblance?”

Bonnie began to laugh, “Oh yeah.”

“Come on grandma O,” she said, taking her grandmother’s hands, “Mom is upstairs. She hasn’t gotten out of bed in a few days. We have to go to court so you and mom are going to be alone.”

"I didn't know your grandmother was coming over." Frank whispered from our seats in the court room.

"Me either," Cheyanne whispered, "Mom called her after Nate got booked."

"Do you two want to go outside?" Bonnie asked, turning around. Cheyanne and Frank looked at one another but agreed to go outside the room. The security at the door looked at them questioningly, but Frank pulled Cheyanne down by the bathrooms.

"You really don't want to take me down here," Cheyanne giggled, trying to break the mood. Frank blushed and bit his lip through a smile, "Oh did I embarrass you, Frank?"

She was practically purring that in his ear as a hand trailed down his side, stopping at his belt.

"Chey, what are you doing?"

"Come here," she whispered, leaning against the bathroom door. She fell through it gracefully, pulling Frank with her; leading him, one hand on his belt, while the other was on his tie. Down the hall, the security guards at the door chuckled.

"Che-" he began once more but was cut off. Cheyanne pushed him back against the door, entangling her hands in his hair. He smiled and flipped them around so that her back was against the door, then just to be safe he locked it.

"You think we'll get interrupted?" she said in between kisses and fumbling with his belt. He smirked and picked her up, making sure to cup her ass, squeezing it. Then he hiked her dress up.

He stopped, and a hand slid from her ass, down her thigh and back up. Then he craned his neck to get a better view of his ex, "You aren't wearing anything under this dress?"

She giggled, "Out of everything in this world you can complain about I didn't think one of those things would be that I'm giving you easy access."

"I fucking love you Cheyanne Harkness," He whispered to her.

"I fucking love you too Frank Delfino." She whispered back, "Now fuck me like you mean it."

He smirked and pushed their lips back together in a frenzy. She felt him work his way down her neck, laying kisses over top of her dress where her breasts were. He felt a cool breeze on his legs as Cheyanne pushed his pants and boxers down his body with her legs.

"God you are magical," he smiled. In that moment he looked over his ex, whose pin straight hair was becoming stuck to her. Her chocolate eyes stared deep into his own blue ones.

"Please, Frank. I need you," she begged, "I miss you."

He kissed her once more and entered her, wasting no time. The moans between both went unstifled as Frank thrusted wildly into Cheyanne. Being with her was like no one else. Laurel, Sasha, all the countless, nameless girls all faded away. She was the only one that had mattered to him.

"Frank," she moaned loudly. He couldn't contain himself. Neither of them could. Cheyanne clawed at the man's chest wildly, breaking a few of the buttons on his vest and shirt until she reached his chest. Her hands found themselves underneath his undershirt as she pulled herself as close to him as she could, "Deeper."

When he obeyed, he felt her nails digging into his back. She was biting and kissing along collarbone when he felt her tighten around him. She couldn't help but wrap her legs around the man she loved while she felt her lust take over and she came all over his dick. He didn't stop thrusting until she was about to orgasm a second time.

"Chey," he said in ragged breaths, "I'm about to cum."

"Don't stop Frank," she whispered, her hair clinging to her. She bit down on his neck, and he couldn't stop himself. Nor did he pull out. He gave a final thrust and let himself cum inside of Cheyanne.

When they made their way down the hall Asher raised an eyebrow at his friend. Frank winked at him, and their secret code let him know that Cheyanne and him just hooked up. Asher smiled at the thought. He knew that Frank was screwing with Laurel, but he also knew how Frank really felt about Cheyanne. Over the past few months of going to bars together Frank had really opened up to him and let him know that he really did care for Annalise's daughter.

Bonnie was congratulating the client and telling everyone to meet up at the office the following day. While most of the Keating 5 went their separate ways, Laurel stayed behind.

"Are we still on for dinner tonight?" she said, heading over to him.

Frank looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Cheyanne burst out.

"What?" Laurel said.

"You know what, I don't even care, you enjoy her." Cheyanne said, turning to Frank. When he said nothing she turned to Laurel, "And you, well enjoy fucking my ex. By the way, him and I just got done fucking in the bathroom."

And with that, Cheyanne started off to her car. Laurel stared at Frank before angrily storming off.

"Tough luck, kid," one of the guards said as he passed them. He went to his car but didn't move. He just stared at the cell phone for five minutes. He didn't know if he should call Cheyanne or Laurel and start apologizing. He loved them both, but he didn't want to have to choose between them. When he looked in his rear-view mirror he saw Asher standing against his car, making out with Bonnie.

"Good for you," he laughed to himself, "At least one of us is getting something right."

Chapter 11

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