That was enough to send Danny flying toward the man, smacking him soundly with the butt of his gun. He wanted to kill him, right then and there. Put a bullet between his eyes and make him shut the fuck up. But he wanted to kill him slowly, make him suffer.
"You don't get to talk about her like that. She's not some piece of meat. Some toy, for you to throw around and share with your fucked out bastard friends." He wouldn't let Frank's words get to him, he knew the man was a lying, cheating, conniving bastard. he'd say anything to try to get under Danny's skin. Well, Danny wasn't a kid anymore, and he knew exactly what he was doing.