Willy laughed. "The fact that you showed up here means—"

Smack!

Frank said nothing as he slapped Willy resoundingly across the face, leaving him stunned.

Seizing Willy by the neck, his eyes flashed murderously as he bellowed, "I asked you a question, so answer it!"

Willy could barely keep up—he touched his face and felt the sting, finally realizing it was no dream.

His face contorted with rage and humiliation as he looked up and glared at Frank. "Y-You hit me?! In my house?! Do you know what

you're doing?!"

Smack!

answer my question!" Frank bellowed as he slapped him again, leaving

actually took Willy seconds

"Frank Lawrence, you—"

"Answer my question!"

fury, Willy actually felt a pang

inside his own house, but Frank was going to keep slapping him if he kept

own rage and bellowed, "If you're talking about that geezer this afternoon, yes! | sicked my men on him,

about it?! Do | need your approval?! Who do

do | think

calmness was the one

floor, Frank narrowed his

chance to spare yourself from pain, Willy Sorano—cwithto the hospital and kowtow to Nash

it... Trustwhen | say that you'd feel pain a hundred times worse

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