Book Wørm (Frank Iero AU)

I'm Back

Blood rushes down the hotel sink as Frank washes his hands frantically, scrubbing them together quickly.
"What do we do??" I stand under the bathroom doorframe.
Her grabs a towel and roughly dries his hands, running it over his face before he grabs my shoulders, "you trust me?" I nod over and over, looking him in the eyes, though something beneath them looks like a part of him has left.
"Trust me enough to be my wife, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay." He kisses me and then opens the hotel door, "Stay here"

The door opens, and Frank has someone with him. A professional looking man, perfectly gelled hair, wearing a gray suit. A shiny golden badge on his chest that reads 'manager' catches my eye just before Frank slams him against the wall, catching the man off guard, pressing a pistol to his forehead.
"What are you doing?! No, no!!" He starts yelling, putting his hands up before Frank grabs his tie and stuffs it into the man's mouth, covering it with his hand.
"Talk, and you're dead." Frank says calmly, looking into his eyes.
The man urgently nods and quiets down as Frank speaks again,
"I was put into a situation where I had to protect my fiancée from being violated by a stranger, in our own hotel room." The man nods again, breathing heavily.
"The situation gave me no choice, but to kill the man, still listening?" The man looks terrified but he nods again.
"Here's where you come in. You're going to cover up the dirty work, wanna know why?" The man mumbles underneath Frank's hand.
"Because I'm going to leave, and I'm never coming back, unless..unless you inform anyone about this." The man nods, seeming to understand where Frank was going with this.
"You're rich, you're powerful, you can cover up a crime easily, and that's what you're gonna do. I'm checking out today, and if I hear about this on the news, I'm going to kill you." He looks down at the man's wedding ring, "you got a wife?" Tears well up in the man's eyes as he nods "yes"
"Kids?" He nods no.
"You won't have either if this gets out. And I'm not lying, I'll get you, and it'll be sooner rather than later." He pulls the gun away from the man's forehead, leaving a red imprint, then removes his tie from his mouth.
He grabs a few bags then leaves the room, tucking the gun in the back of his belt. I'm shocked for a moment but then quickly grab two bags, running to catch up to Frank, leaving the horrified man and the dead body in the room behind me.

In the truck, Frank drives at least twenty miles over the speed limit, not talking. I feel weird for a minute, like he's mad at me, so I try and talk.
"Where are we going?" I calmly ask.
No answer.
"Frank?"
"Are you okay? Do you want to smoke to calm down?"
No answer.
"Frank? FRANK"
"STOP" he screams, making me jump, so scared my eyes water.
He doesn't look like he even knows who I am, then he moves his eyes back to the road.
I turn on the radio but he scares me again, slamming the off button.
"FUCK, just, just stay quiet for a goddamn minute"
"Why is everyone driving so FUCKING slow?! I can't-" he slams on the horn and hits the top of the steering wheel twice.
"I need to fucking think!!"
I look out the window at the pink sunset as we speed down the highway, not saying a word.