Frank Iero, the mafia boss, only knew one method: his own. Frank was both respected and feared because of his violent nature and was widely recognized as a sadist.
Then, Gerard Way entered Frank's life by chance, with fate leading Frank to win the a...
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Gerard and Max walked down the deserted road and Max clung tightly to Gerard's arm. "So, how did you end up in Frank's clutches?" Max asked and Gerard sighed. "It's a long story," he began. "But it all started when I got auctioned." Max's eyes widened in disbelief and his grip on Gerard's arm tightening. "That's horrible," he murmured, shaking his head in sympathy.
"And what about you?" Gerard asked, turning his attention to Max. "How did Ronnie get his hands on you?" Max hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I was on my way to my mother's house when Ronnie's men ambushed me," he explained. "They dragged me into their car and brought me to their mansion, where I've been trapped ever since." Gerard listened intently, his heart aching for Max and the suffering he had endured at the hands of their captors.
Max shivered and pulled his thin jacket tighter around himself, his teeth chattering with each step they took. "I-I'm so cold," Max stammered and Gerard placed a comforting hand on Max's shoulder. "I know, Max," he said gently. "But we have to keep moving. We'll find shelter soon, I promise." Max nodded weakly.
Suddenly, six black, expensive cars surrounded them and Gerard instinctively pulled Max closer to him, his arms wrapped protectively around his trembling form. They watched as the doors of the sleek vehicles swung open, revealing Ronnie and Frank along with their menacing entourage of armed men.
Frank emerged from the lead car, his demeanor more composed now that he had sobered up slightly and his eyes narrowed as they fell upon Gerard and Max, Ronnie wore a smug smirk, his satisfaction evident as he surveyed the scene before him. "Look what we have here," Ronnie sneered. "A couple of runaway pets trying to escape their masters."
Gerard tensed, his grip on Max tightening in response to Ronnie's taunting words. He knew that they were outnumbered and outgunned, but he refused to cower in the face of their captors' threats. "What do you want, Ronnie?" Gerard demanded and Ronnie's smirk widened, his gaze flicking between Gerard and Max. "Oh, nothing much," he replied casually. "Just bringing you two back where you belong. After all, you belong to us now." Frank stepped forward. "You thought you could escape from us?" he chuckled darkly. "You belong to me, Gerard. And I don't take kindly to disobedience."
Gerard stood tall, his gaze locked with Frank and Ronnie's. "You think you can just take away our freedom like it's nothing?" Gerard scoffed. "Well, I've got news for you, Frank. We're not your pets, and we'll never submit to your games." Max nodded in silent agreement beside him and Frank's expression darkened. "You dare to fuck with me?" he growled. "You'll regret crossing me, Gerard. I'll make sure of it."
"We may be outnumbered, but we're not afraid of you," Gerard declared boldly. "We'll fight for our freedom until the very end, no matter what it takes." With that, Gerard squared his shoulders and stood his ground. With a calculated calmness, Frank strode towards Gerard and Max, his footsteps echoing ominously against the deserted street. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed Gerard by the hair as he yanked him away from Max with effortless ease.
