"Please! You have to listen to me," Franklin implored, desperation threading through his voice. "This guy, he'll- he'll do things worse than death to me if he catches me."
"Why're you acting like he'll catch you?" Ray clicked his tongue and seized Franklin by the collar, hauling him upright. Locking eyes with him, Ray's tone remained stern. "For fuck's sake, at least start convincing yourself we're getting out of it, if you want to emerge from this mess unscathed. You've got to believe we can evade him, because whether you like it or not, this is going to happen regardless."
With a firm release, Ray let go of Franklin, who landed unceremoniously on the floor, letting out a groan as he massaged his ass.
"Better tell me all about that secret manufacturing facility of his, Franklin." Ray's tone held a note of finality as he resettled on the couch. "Because I'll need every single detail you've got when the time comes to put our plan into action."
