Frankie had just gotten to the house. He just wanted to shower, eat, and sleep all night. He didn't expect the fight you and his ex-wife were into as he walked into the house.

You had his ex's hair in a fist, she was scratching your arm before you hit her ribs and she retaliated with a punch to the stomach. He had never seen either of you be so violent.

Frankie dropped the grocery bag he had in hands and immediately separated you two when you were about to put his ex in a chokehold. He held you back because you still wanted to rip her eyes out.

"Alright, alright! Enough!" He shouted when his ex-wife tried to hit you. He spun you behind him and got in the middle.

"Don't even think about it." He warned her.