Best Friend • Frerard

[Chapter 3];

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Ch. 3

I arrived home about half an hour after meeting the mysteriously angry man. My parents weren't home, just as I hopped, so I slid into my room without looking back at the messy house they call home. I finished the little bottle of vodka a long time ago, but I still had some bottles in my room so I enjoyed that. I was constantly trying to forget about anything that happened on the street, but it always somehow took over my thoughts. Not that I thought that anything very bad is gonna happen. He was just a dude that doesn't like junkies and I get that. There is a lot of people that don't like... us.

I was just gonna continue living my stupid life and being the dumbass I am.

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"Right, so I was thinking..." Gerard started, both of his index fingers dragging his bottom lip every now and then. Bert and Ray sat opposite of him, listening to everything he says. He invited them on a short meeting after storming into his office "First of all, I met the junkie today"

Ray's eyebrows shot up and Bert turned to Ray, both of them quite surprised. Gerard never did anything by himself, unless it was extremely serious. Just a little drug addict isn't that serious.

"We need to do something, quickly. He is just a kid and that ruins the reputation of our neighborhood a lot" he looked down and pushed his chair closer to the desk, resting his elbows on it "Got any ideas?"

Bert's face scrunched down, his hand lifting to his lips as he tore the sensitive skin off of them. Ray was intelligent, but he never came up with amazing plans. He was more of a type that could solve riddles and remember tons of facts. Bert was a rebel. He didn't care about whet people thought of him and he always did the craziest shit, that's how he charmed Gerard to get a job.

"Anything?" minutes passed and Gerard was getting inpatient which wasn't good.

Then Bert rose his finger and opened his eyes widely "What if we remove him from the streets? Like kinda kidnap him?"

Gerard rubbed his eyes "Yeah, well that's something. But where would we take him to?"

"We do have prison cells in the basement" Ray suddenly said "We could put him there and... I don't know, try to take his addiction away. You know, like stop his addiction"

Bert nodded; Gerard cupped his face with his palms looking at both of them, considering what they just came up with.

"Let's do this. I like how you're thinking, but you two will take care of his needs once he's here" their Boss pointed at them. They nodded slowly, not that they really wanted to do that "I want him here by the evening. You know, before he goes out again. So no one sees him"

"Yes, sir" Bert stood up and chuckled while Ray followed him through the door.

As soon as they walked out Ray panicked "How are we gonna get him here? What are we gonna do?!"

"Chill man... We just gotta find his address and I've got everything else covered" Bert's lips grew into a smirk. Ray panicked even more after that. Berts ideas, as said, were never nice or somewhat rational. He will definitely be regretting being a part of this plan in a few hours.

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Ray found the boys address with ease. It didn't take long for them to reach the destination, Ray was worried as hell and Bert was slowly jumping around; nodding his head to some beat in his head.

The house they arrived at was a simple plain white house hold, no cars in front of it and no garden decorating it. It was quite boring, the type of boing that makes your head buzz and make you think you're going crazy. Like there is a lot hiding behind it, something far darker than boring. There was no light in it and they shared a look, scared that the boy was already out, but glass breaking was heard coming from inside. Ray let out a breath and Bert giggled. They approached the door. Ray looked at Bert weirdly "We can't just knock on his door and kidnap him, you know" he raised his eyebrow.

Bert laughed "Oh, c'mon! He's a junkie, he won't even notice we 're here" and Ray rolled his eyes, "Fine do what you want, but if you mess up you know that Boss will be mad at you"

Bert nodded slowly and ringed the bell. Ray say stood anxiously while Bert rose his little creepy smirk. There was no response for a bit longer then you'd usually expect when you ring a bell, but suddenly a thin voice was heard "Just a sec!"

He let his head swing to the left, where Ray was standing, and he rose his eyebrows dragging out "Easy..."

The door opened and a short, tired boy stood behind them. He frowned "Who are you?"

Ray was unsure of what to do because Bert didn't share the plan, so he turned to Bert, hoping he had something I mind before the boy started suspecting.

"That doesn't matter" Bert said. His voice made frightened the boy and his eyes started running around, looking at Bert and Ray. His grip on the door became stronger and just as he was planning to shut the door, Bert attacked him with a white napkin pushed on his mouth and nose. He fainted right away.

Ray stood there with his mouth opened as Bert picked the boy up "Told ya! Easy. Now help me carry him"

The man with the afro shook his head slightly and took the boy by his right shoulder .

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Arriving to the Center was quite easy with the fact that the boy probably weighted 100 pounds. They did catch many weird looks, but they were the Betas of this place. People listened to them almost like they listened Boss.

As they walked down the big hall leading to their Boss, Ray signaled him that they got the boy and that they're going downstairs to the cells. The path to the cells was a secret pass. They didn't want random people that come here to get a job or something (who most likely have someone locked up in here) to go and let their prisoners escape.

Gerard took off towards the cells, looking angrily at anyone who let their eyes drift towards him. He walked fast, as always. He saw his two most loyal workers, standing above the junkie boy he met today. He had his eyes closed so he guessed they made him fall asleep.

"That's good, guys" he randomly started. He isn't a type of a person to congratulate you if you did something well, but his reputation was more important than anything. His work would be shut down if the Mayor knew they did anything wrong. Right now they are simply known as the Way's Personal Pasta Company; or WPPC for short. No one outside actually knows they are a mafia. The workers inside call it WPM - Way's Personal Mafia.

Both of the men simply nodded, not wanting to show him they were happy about the approval.

"When will he wake up?" Gerard asked looking at the boy, Frank. His workers said nothing and he started frowning "How much did you give him?"

Ray knew nothing about this so he kept quiet, nudging Bert to say something. Bert just cleared his throat and started slowly "He should wake up in about an hour"

Gerard breathed in deep, calming himself down "Good"