In a Pool of Blood

Chapter 4

Frank exhaled a lung full of smoke as he sat in the back seat of his SUV, in the dark, waiting. He hated waiting, but he didn't want to screw this up. Jed had a great way of eluding his men. His apartment situated above a bar on a very busy street meant they couldn't go in and grab him, they had to basically wait for him to step on their turf. Which as he turned out he did quite often, but always under the radar.

The SUVs were parked behind the club but it really didn't matter. Frank owned this joint and he could come and go as he pleased. They watched some of the later scheduled dancers arrive, as well as some of the waitresses come and go as their shifts started or stopped. It felt like hours had passed before Frank's phone started ringing.

"We've got them" Dallon said. Frank should have questioned them but he didn't. Shoving his phone into his back pocket, all four doors to the SUV swung open and the men made their way inside the building. Frank made sure to build this building with a back hidden stair case and a concrete basement. He had a strange love for dark concrete basements.

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Gerard had watched one of Lindsey's sets, as well as a new girl named Hayley with orange hair. He was starting to get annoyed though. When they first arrived, Jed said he would be back and left, leaving Gerard all alone. For someone who was ok with pimping his boyfriend out, he was also oddly jealous and when they were in a crowded setting like this he hardly let Gerard even pee alone.

After almost an hour, Gerard got up and headed for the door. He was ready to leave and didn't care much if he found Jed or not. While weeding his way through the hordes of horny men, and even getting his ass slapped a handful of times, he stumbled right into Jed as he was coming back inside.

"Where the fuck did you go?!" Gerard yelled to be heard over the loud music.

"Business" Jed yelled back. Gerard was ready to go around and leave until he was grabbed by two strong hands. He watched Jed be grabbed by two large men who instantly put their hands over his mouth to muffle his yells.

"Are you going to come along nicely sweetheart or are we going to have to muffle you too?" The smooth voice behind him spoke. Gerard watched as Jed was dragged away from the crowd kicking and unsuccessfully trying to break free. Gerard figured it wasn't worth the scuffle. Jed was stronger than him and if he couldn't break free, then Gerard didn't have a chance either. He stayed silent as he let this unknown man lead him away from the crowded bar and down a back staircase.

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Once inside, Gerard winced as Jed was practically thrown to the ground and kicked. They seemed to ignore Gerard for the most part, letting him kneel down on the concrete as all three men turned their attention to Jed.

"You're in a heap of shit now" one man growled while the other lifted Jed by his hair and punched him in the jaw. Jed groaned in pain, trying to respond but his words were only resulting in more hits and more kicks.

"The boss is coming in to see you and trust me, he won't be nice".

Gerard felt a slight rush of anger shoot through him because he was pretty certain this had to do with Jed's drug dealing. Something that, sure Gerard liked before but was truly hating right about now.

After several minutes had passed, Jed and Gerard were found perched on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. This should have been a scary situation for Gerard, but it wasn't. Dating Jed meant Gerard found himself in situations like this a lot. Being pushed, hit, having a gun pressed to his head, being forced to whore himself out all because his fucking idiot boyfriend had a tendency to not pay his debts. But yet, Gerard stayed with him.

Gerard figured he stayed with Jed because he wanted death. Ever since Frankie left him, he didn't care to live or die, he just couldn't find it in him to off himself by his own hand. If he was patient enough, Jed was sure to get so angry he just ended Gerard's pathetic existence.

Distant footsteps made their way towards the room Gerard was in and he hung his head. Jed was groaning and spitting up blood and Gerard just rolled his eyes. That's what you get, asshole.

The door swung open and through the strands of red hair, Gerard could see a pair on back converse sneakers. Gerard wanted to lift his head and see the man that had just joined them but months of being slapped around by Jed or high and drunk horny men wouldn't let him.

"Which one is he?" The voice said harshly. One of the men kicked at Jed, causing him to groan.

"This one is your man. The other one was just with him when we caught him" their captor said.

Gerard heard a slight scoff as the unknown man paced back and forth in front of Jed, not paying much attention to Gerard just yet.

"So" The man spoke after several moments of silence. He stopped pacing and looked down at Jed who was panting and bleeding. "You are the fucking idiot who likes to get high on my dollar."

From the corner of his eye, Gerard could see that Jed wasn't as afraid of this man but he should have been. He sounded terrifying.

"You know I'm good for the money Fr-" his talking was cut off when the man grabbed a fist full of Jed's hair and shoved him onto his stomach on the cold ground.

"You think this is a game. You think you can string me along and keep getting high on my shit. You owe me $30,000 and you're going to pay up or I'm going to slice your skin open 30,000 times."

"My whore" Jed sputtered. "He's good, he can pay you back." Gerard wanted to scoff out loud. In public, he was Jed's whore, his slut. Like Jed was his pimp or some shit. Gerard was attractive and had learned many tricks with his body, and Jed used this to his advantage. He had to suck dick or let some guy fuck his ass to pay off Jed's debts. It was easier than the beating Jed was sure to give him if he refused.

After a moment of silence, the man kicked Jed in the stomach, hard. He groaned and coughed up more blood. Gerard felt a little vindicated. The man walked over and crouched in front of Gerard. He could see the man was wearing tight blue jeans and a leather jacket, but he was still too nervous to look up.

"Well let's see this puttana you think is worth 30 grand" The man murmured as he reached out and lifted Gerard's face by his chin. It took a moment for Gerard's eyes to look into the mans, but when he did he was certain he was going to throw up.

He had seen those eyes before, the gorgeous honey colored irises of Frank Iero.