Book Wørm (Frank Iero AU)

Other Half

"Shut the fuck up!!" Frank yells, roughly pulling into a spot in a dark parking ramp, away from other cars.
He shoots his head around, casting off immense amounts of intimidation, "stop fucking struggling, okay? Just listen to me." I turn to look at the man I just pulled in the car and gagged, the horrified look on his face, his heavy breathing and his shrieks of muffled terror.
"Listen to him" I try and say calmly, touching the man's shoulder, sitting right next to him in the back seat.
"We know you're rich, we watched you get out of your Goddamn Porsche and into the bank"
The man struggles and tries to talk but Frank  talks over him,
"We know you have a nice wad of cash in your briefcase that you just took out, which is why my lovely assistant grabbed it as we threw you into the truck" Frank speaks sarcastically charismatic.
The man mumbles loud again until I get annoyed and remove the gag, "I was just heading to a meeting, I-I had some business to tend to, see, I own a restraint chain-" the man stutters, out of breath.
"listen!" Frank yells in his unstable, quick tone.
"We're gonna go back into the bank. You're going to withdrawal as much as you can. And I won't kill you. That's what we're doing, so get your shit together man." The man struggles but I press a pistol to his temple as we drive, then slowly lower it as we park.
"She's gonna go with you" Frank shoots a look into the back seat, making us get out, the man adjusting his suit and scarce bits of hair after I release his restraints and gag from his mouth. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and awkwardly nods and looks at me as we walk in the bank, my gaze staring directly at him and my steps in time with his.
As we get closer he leans in and whispers, "I-I don't know how much I'm allowed to get, I-"
"You're rich, you own a restaurant chain. I'm sure they'll let you take out a good amount." I say with zero empathy in my tone.
He nervously nods and approaches the teller, then sits at a desk after facing a few difficulties. I walk around, eavesdropping on his loud harsh voice before slowly walking over to scribble on a deposit slip, peering over in the corner of my eye every so often.
The banker walks into different rooms and types on a computer, then the two shake hands and he walks out the door, stuffing something into his suit coat.
I quickly shove the scribbled mess on the deposit slip into my pocket and calmly yet quickly walk out the door, walking faster to grab the back of his coat.
"What are you doing" I growl in his ear.
"Going back to the car, like he said"
We get in the car, locking the doors immediately.
"Okay.." He reaches into his suit coat, "is six hundred fifty thousand enough?"
Frank takes out his pistol and pushes it into the man's forehead, turned in the driver's seat, gritting his teeth, "get the fuck out. You can't fit that much in your coat"
"I can." The man challenges back, unafraid of death now.
"Show me." Frank stares at him.
He slowly pulls out a thin envelope, not losing eye contact.
Frank snatches the envelope and sees a card inside. "A prepaid card?" He squints, annoyed.
"That's how much is on there, I told the banker I was planning a huge trip and didn't want the hassle of all my other cards, and it can't be reloaded..for convenience." He teases.
"There's probably five fucking dollars on this goddamn thing" he presses the gun into his forehead further, making his head lie back and probably leaving a red circle on his forehead.
"Check it." The man says quietly.
He slowly releases the gun from his face and dials the number on his phone, listening to the robot on the other end as I press my gun to the man's temple.
He hangs up his phone and looks at the card.
"It's legit" he looks at me.
"It is" the man gets brave. "Did I tell you to talk??" Frank answers angrily.
He starts the car and drives again, "hey, hey! What are you doing, I gave you the money now let me g-" I silence him by tying his mouth closed as he squirms. Frank swerves back to the rooftop of a parking ramp, almost all the floors showing no sign of anyone.
He puts the car in park abruptly and I roughly get out of the car, pulling the man out by his collar.
He falls on his back and crawls backwards away from me as I stand with my legs on either side of him, taking the safety off my gun and confidently pointing it at his head, shooting as he screams, hardly noticing the crooked grin on my lips.
I run to the car and sit in the passenger seat, Frank grabs both sides of my face and kisses me messily, breathing into my mouth and even biting my lip, then he kisses my cheek and whispers, "you fucking killer"
•••
I wake up in the hotel, reaching for Frank, but instead feel a piece of paper.
I scowl as I read his hand writing, each letter looking pointy and a different size than the others,
Didn't want to wake you,
Just meeting with a new dealer, there was a few thousand in that brief case. I'll be back soon. When I get back we should go for a walk in the woods! It is mid-summer in Virginia, after all; let's make the most of it.
I love you, don't worry about me. Eat some breakfast and put some clothes on that pretty little body of yours, I'll be back around 12.
XO Frank.
There's a little black heart doodled under his name too, if I didn't know better I'd say he isn't a stone-cold killer.
The minute I stand up, I get dizzy, here it comes again. I run to the toilet and vomit what little dinner I ate last night due to the adrenaline. I rub my face and whisper to myself, "fuuuuckk."
I brush my teeth, get dressed, and go to leave, but first, I stop in the door frame, run over to my pants on the floor and take out the crumpled up deposit slip from yesterday, scribbling a message for Frank on the other side:
I'm taking the test. If I'm not back before you don't worry, this whole thing is just a lot to take in, I'll need that walk.
I LOVE YOU.
Chance.
I push my note over his on the bed and shut the door behind me.