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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The next day, Gerard and Max sat together in the dining room, eating breakfast in silence when Max broke it. "Gerard, I need to tell you something," he began and Gerard looked up, concern etched on his face as he met Max's gaze. "What is it, Max? You can tell me," he replied.
Max took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. "It's about Ronnie. He... he raped... he raped me," he confessed and Gerard's eyes widened in shock as he listened to Max's words. "Oh my god!" he replied.
Max hesitated, his gaze fixed on his plate as he struggled to find the words. "He... he already did it twice. He... he treated me like I was nothing," he admitted and Gerard's heart ached for Max as he listened to his friend's confession. "I'm so sorry, Max. I had no idea," he whispered, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Max's shoulder and Max forced a weak smile. "Thanks, Gerard. It means a lot," he said quietly.
The main door swung open harshly, startling them both and Frank stormed into the room, his face contorted with rage and frustration. "Fuck!" Frank roared, his voice echoing through the room as he slammed the door shut behind him. "We lost half a billion dollars because of his fucking mistake!" he seethed, his fists clenched in anger.
Gerard and Max watched in silence as Frank's fury erupted and with each step, he left destruction in his wake, his hands lashing out to strike anything in his path. Expensive vases shattered into a million pieces as Frank swept them off their pedestals, while lights flickered and shattered under the force of his blows. The once pristine table was reduced to splinters as Frank slammed his fists down upon it, his rage consuming him.
Gerard and Max exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to do as they watched Frank unleash his fury upon the room. They knew better than to intervene, understanding that Frank's anger was a force to be reckoned with.
As Frank stormed past Gerard and Max, his eyes met Gerard's gaze, and he snapped. "What the fuck are you staring at, huh?" he growled and Gerard flinched at Frank's harsh tone, but he couldn't hold back the words that tumbled out of his mouth. "I-I was just... worried about you, daddy," he stammered.
Frank's eyes narrowed as he took in Gerard's response. "Worried? You think you can talk back to me like that?" he spat and Gerard's heart raced as he realized his mistake, but he couldn't bring himself to back down. "I-I didn't mean to disrespect you, daddy. I just... I care about you," he protested.
But Frank was beyond reason, his mind clouded by rage. "Care about me? You have no fucking idea what I'm going through!" he shouted, his fists clenched at his sides.
Ronnie entered the room, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before him. "What's got you so worked up, Frank?" he asked, his tone casual despite the tension in the air and Frank turned to face Ronnie. "We lost half a billion fucking dollars because of some idiot's mistake," he spat.
