FRANKIE
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The bar is packed as the sun sets, the new speakers thumping with a clean, deep bass. Mateo and Chris are fiddling with the DJ booth on the stage. I spot my sister Michelle waving through the crowd, her husband Max trailing behind her like a bad smell.
“Frankie! Where is she?” Michelle asks, ignoring a proper hello.
“You can’t say hi first?” I give Max a death glare over her shoulder.
“Frankie,” Max mutters, looking bored.
“Why did you bring him here, Michelle?”
“Please, not tonight,” she pouts.
I lean closer to Max, keeping my voice low. “Pull another stunt like last time, and I’ll knock your teeth out. My sister won’t want you. No one will.”
The guy cheated on her in my own office last month. I left him with a souvenir—a swollen eye and a bloody nose. Some people nev
