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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"One girl told me Frank raped her in his limousine," Martha said. "And another girl, during a party, she wasn't sure if it was Frank because so many men shared her, including Ronnie."
Gerard's eyes widened in horror at Martha's words. "Jesus fucking Christ" he frowned and Martha's expression darkened as she spoke of her best friend's betrayal. "Frank used his charm to lure her in," she said bitterly. "She never stood a chance against him." "It's true, Gerard," she said softly. "Frank's a monster."
Gerard swiftly left Martha's side and made his way to where Frank sat, lounging on the couch with a glass of wine in hand. "Frank!" Gerard's voice rang out as he stood before the mafia boss and Frank glanced up from his drink. "What do you want, Gerard?" he asked as he took another sip of wine and Gerard's fists clenched at his sides. "I want to know what the hell you've been doing to those women," he spat.
Frank's eyes narrowed at Gerard's words. "What are you talking about?" he replied and Gerard frowned. "Don't play dumb, Frank," he growled. "I know what you've been up to, and I won't let you get away with it."
Frank raised an eyebrow at Gerard's fiery outburst. "Calm down, Gerard," he said coolly. "You're making a scene." But Gerard's temper flared at Frank's dismissive attitude. "I won't calm down," he retorted. "Not until you answer for what you've done."
Frank let out a derisive chuckle, swirling the wine in his glass with a lazy flick of his wrist. "And what exactly do you think I've done, Gerard?" he asked and Gerard's jaw clenched as he met Frank's gaze head-on. "You know damn well what I'm talking about," he snapped. "You've been using and abusing those women."
Frank waved a dismissive hand in Gerard's direction as he leaned back on the couch. "You're overreacting, Gerard," he replied casually but before Gerard could respond, his attention was drawn to the table beside the couch, where Frank had just produced a small bag of powdered drugs.
With a swift motion, Frank snorted a line of the substance and the sight caught Gerard off guard, his eyes widening in surprise at the brazen display of drug use. "What the fuck, Frank?" he exclaimed and Frank merely smirked at Gerard's reaction as he leaned back against the couch, the effects of the drug beginning to take hold. "What's the matter, Gerard?" he taunted. "Never seen a little party favor before?"
"You were nice to me earlier," Gerard said. "You promised you would be better." He took a step closer to Frank. "What happened to those promises, Frank?" he demanded and Frank merely shrugged indifferently, the effects of the drugs dulling his senses as he reclined on the couch. "Promises are made to be broken, Gerard," he replied flippantly.
Gerard's heart sank at Frank's callous response. "I trusted you, Frank," he said softly. "I thought you were different."
Frank's lips curled into a smirk as he took another sip of wine and ignoring Gerard's accusations, he reached for the small bag of powdered drugs once more. "You're a fucking monster, Frank!" Gerard shouted, his words echoing off the walls of the mansion.
