I turn, ready to walk the hell away, but Franky shoots a hand out, gripping on to my upper arm, and tugs me toward him. The slightest of jolts zips through my chest, and I whip around, ready to serve him in the nuts, but in the time it takes me to spin toward him, he’s already buckling before me. The hand that was attached to my arm quickly falls, Franky’s knees hitting the ground with a hard crunch. “Fuck!” he shouts with a low growl.
