Here to see Frank

"What the fuck do you want?" the man growls, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you.

You meet his gaze, your expression cold and unyielding. "I'm here to see Frank," you say, your voice steady and confident.

The man's expression changes, and he nods, stepping aside to let you in. You walk into the house, Skylar following close behind.

The music is even louder inside, the bass vibrating through your body. You can see a group of men huddled around a table, playing cards and smoking cigars. They look up as you enter, their eyes narrowing as they take in your appearance.

You ignore them and continue walking, heading back to Frank's 'office'.

As you approach, you can hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh, followed by a pained groan. You push open the door and see Frank standing over a man who's curled up on the floor, his face a bloody mess.

"You think you can steal from me and get away with it?" Frank growls, his voice low and menacing. He kicks the man in the ribs, and the man lets out another pained groan.

You watch the scene unfold, your eyes narrowing as you take in the sight of the man on the floor. You can see the fear in his eyes, the desperation as he tries to protect himself from Frank's blows.

"Please, Frank, I swear I didn't steal anything," the man pleads, his voice shaking with fear.

Frank looks down at the man, his expression cold and unyielding. "Getting product with no money is the same as stealing," he growls, his voice low and menacing. You can see the anger in Frank's eyes, the way his muscles tense as he prepares to deliver another blow. You can see the fear in the man's eyes, the way his body trembles as he tries to protect himself. As much as you do not care what is going on you are here for a reason. "Frank, I need your help with something," you say, your voice steady and confident.

Frank looks up at you, his expression changing as he sees you. "Ricky, so good to see you again," he says, his voice warm and friendly. "Sorry about this, Jeremy was just leaving." He nods to the man on the floor, who scrambles to his feet and rushes out of the room, his face a bloody mess. Frank turns to you, his expression serious. "What can I do for you, Ricky?" he asks, his voice low and menacing.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "This is Skylar," you say, nodding towards the girl standing behind you. "She needs the washed-up actress treatment." Frank's eyes narrow as he looks at Skylar, his expression unreadable. He turns back to you, his eyes narrowing even further. "Are you sure about this, Ricky?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. You nod, your expression unyielding. "I'm sure," you say, your voice steady and confident. "She needs to learn a lesson."