Frank glanced at Dwight’s vile smile even as he tried to play both sides.

“Move.” He growled a single word.

Dwight’s smile stiffened. “You sure you want to do this, kid?”

“You’re asking for it,” Frank retorted as he slowly turned and glared Dwight in the eye. “Move if you want to live.”

His pompous threat only left Dwight laughing. “No one has ever spoken like that to me in this business.”

“Someone has now,” Frank pointed out, impassive.

Dwight was incensed right then and grabbed Frank by the shoulder as he launched a punch at Frank’s abdomen.

“You asked for this!” He flashed a bloodthirsty grin, already envisioning Frank’s stomach bursting apart from his single punch.

Pow!

faded, replaced by utter

distance—had struck Frank squarely

and even his shirt remained unscathed, and Dwight seemed to see a ripple

pure vigor stirred by Dwight’s punch as it deflected the weight of the strike back on Dwight with

Crack.

stared stupid as his knuckles ruptured, his skin and flesh

two seconds, his right

screamed at the top of his lungs even as he clutched

did not

Smack!

Dwight so hard that his neck twisted into itself multiple

thirty-two

“Wait, what?”

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