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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Amidst the pulsating music and swirling lights of the club, Gerard and Frank joined Ronnie in celebrating his birthday. The atmosphere was electric as they danced together on the crowded dance floor.
"Happy birthday, Ronnie!" Gerard shouted over the din, flashing his brother-in-law a wide grin and Ronnie grinned back. "Thanks, Gerard!" he shouted back, his voice barely audible over the music. "I'm glad you guys could make it!"
Frank wrapped an arm around Gerard's waist, pulling him close. "Anything for family," he said with a smirk and Frank led Gerard to a nearby booth and settled onto the seat, pulling Gerard onto his lap.
Gerard nestled against him and as they sat together, Frank's friends gathered around, urging him to take a shot in celebration of Ronnie's birthday. "Come on, Frank!" one of them called out, holding up a shot glass. "It's your brother's birthday! You gotta join us!"
Frank chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't know, guys," he said. "I'm not sure I can keep up with you all." Gerard leaned in close, pressing a kiss to Frank's cheek. "You should do it, daddy," he said with a smile. "It's a special occasion, after all."
Frank's friends cheered in agreement, raising their glasses in a toast to Ronnie and with a laugh, Frank relented, grabbing a shot glass and joining in the celebration.
As the party went on, Frank and his friends gathered around a table, spreading out a deck of cards as they prepared to play. Gerard sat beside Frank, watching intently as the game unfolded. "What's that card for, daddy?" Gerard asked, pointing to one of the cards on the table and Frank chuckled, leaning in to explain.
"That's a queen, Gerard," he said with a smile. "In this game, it's worth ten points." Gerard nodded, taking in the information with interest. "And what about that one?" he asked, pointing to another card. "That's an ace," Frank replied, gesturing to the card. "It's the highest-ranking card in the deck. Depending on the game, it can be worth either one point or eleven points."
Frank's friends chuckled mischievously, their eyes twinkling as they turned their attention to Gerard. "Hey, Gerard," one of them called out, a playful smirk on his face. "Why don't you tell us what cards Frank has? You're sitting right there, after all." Gerard felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as all eyes turned to him, but he shook his head shyly.
"I-I can't do that," he stammered, glancing at Frank for support and Frank's chest swelled with pride at Gerard's loyalty, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's okay, guys," he said. "Gerard's still learning. Let's give him a break."
His friends laughed good-naturedly, respecting Gerard's boundaries as they continued with the game.
As Frank focused on the cards, a waitresses approached, their presence a distraction from the game at hand.
Dressed in short skirts and bras, they leaned in close, offering drinks to the players and Gerard's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the women flirt with Frank and his friends.
