Immediately after the scream cut off, a series of pings surrounded the outside of Frankie's home.
"Get down," Frankie yelled as he ran past me, headed in the direction of the gunfire. At first, I ducked down like I'd listened to him, but then my senses caught up with me and I was on Frankie's heels by the time he made it out of his office.
Frankie's steps came to a halt in his living room and I followed suit. If he wasn't running into the gunfire, no way would I risk my life to do so either. Frankie's living room, which a few moments earlier had been serene, was encased in chaos. Swarms of men wearing dark-colored suits flipped cushions off his couches and blindly grabbed underneath the end tables.
I stopped, letting my gaze take in all the action as they transformed the quiet, cozy spa
