I Don't Love You [[GERARD WAY FANFIC]]

Swimmimg In Your Own Blood.

-Gerard's POV-

I glared at Dylan from across the table. "Well? I'm still owed $150,000 and I don't see any sitting in front of me" I said, unforgiving.

"Listen-" Dylan began, grabbing a suitcase and putting it on the table. He slid it over, but before he could finish his sentence, I had already opened it. I quickly scanned it.

"Tsk Tsk. Only $80,000? That leaves me at a $30,000 loss, and I really don't appreciate that. Do we Mikey?" I taunted.

Mikey smirked before leaning his elbows on the table and pressing his hands together. "No Gerard, we really don't"

It was obvious that Dylan and the other man were intimidated, but they weren't scared, which they should be.

We were missing something.

Dylan looked up before speaking slowly. "You see I was hoping that a little bit of a trade could take the place of that $30,000." He smirked for the first time.

God fucking dammit.

"I'm not interested in what you have to offer. I've given you three deadlines, Dylan. THREE. You're fucking lucky that you're still alive-"

"Really?" Dylan interrupted me. I tried to contain my rage. "Because I thought you'd be rather interested in keeping Frank and that girl alive." He finished with an evil grin.

Shit

Fucking shit

"You see, I was expecting you to bring backup so I had my men stand at every single exit and entrance at this casino. I believe you even met two of them when checking in" he smiled, giving me time to remember the guards at the front. "Even if they haven't been caught yet, they won't get out alive."

How dare this bastard threaten Frank and Anastasia. I could feel my anger rush to my head; I couldn't let this control me now. Hopefully Ray had been able to warn them to give them enough time to at least hide or hopefully escape. I'd led them all into a trap.

I stood up and banged my fists on the table. "I don't know who exactly you think you are Dylan, but we at more powerful than you will ever be. You think you're winning now, but welcome to the longest night of your life because you will not be killing any of my men!" I spat

Dylan just held a cold glare. "Even if you kill me, you'll still be $30,000 short" he said, as if he could convince me to let him go.

"I think having you off this earth is worth a good $30,000!" I spat back.

Dylan cringed.

I don't he understood exactly how batshit crazy I actually was.

"You may have been one move ahead," I began again "But your mistake was underestimating us. I am not to be underestimated. And since you had the fucking guts to threaten me and attempt to get out of your payment" I spat wickedly "I think it's time you learned your place" I said taking out my gun.

Dylan and the man jumped up, and grabbed their guns as Mikey brought out his. They manages to get out the door while we were taking our guns out.

I wasn't the least bit displeased.

The chase was my favorite part.

Mikey and I bolted after them, down the staircase and into the packed, noisy, bright casino. I almost lost them, but since the dumbasses had decided to wear fucking all white tuxedos, they weren't hard to spot. Mikey and I sprinted after them. Pushing drunk people and spilling drinks in the process.
I pressed my ear piece as I ran.