GERARDS pov
"Frankiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" I said. " What!" "Hurry the hell up!" I was waiting impatiently for Frank to hurry his ass outta bed because I wanted to have more people make a deal with the Devil. Yup, that's right. I'm the King if HELL! And Frankie is mine AND only MINE. We might have a tinney tiny itty bitty amount of smut every once in a while. Well make that a lot of the time. "Their you happy Gee." Frank said. "Yes very much Frankie. Now lets go get some people to deal with."
So now were on our way to my thrown room. I'm sat on the chair and Frankie is in my lap. And next thing you know. POOF! Their stands Bob with a new 'customer'. "What do you want Bob." I said annoyed because I was having a good time leaving marks on Frankie to claim he's mine by biting and leaving hickeys on his neck. "This one wanted to see you sir." Bob said. "Ok. What do you want Bert." Bob had Bert in his grasp. "I wanted to know when I could ge-" "No. Bob put him back in the Pits Of Hell please." I said. "No problem sir." "Thanks."
Thus is a new book and I have no idea where its going to go.
