Toxic- frerard

One

Frank Iero was only 36 yet he'd built a whole empire for himself and his friends. They could have whatever they wanted, when they wanted as long as they put the work in.

He was the owner of one of the biggest drug suppliers in the USA. He had different bases all around America that distributed the illegal substances easily to anyone that wanted them.

He was the Wolf of Wall Street, but his friends referred to him the Jaguar of Jersey.

His best men consisted of Pete Wentz and Andy Biersack. Pete had been there for him since they were both 14 and selling Franks dads weed to kids on the street. From there they bought drugs from local dealers and sold them for double at school until they began making their own in Petes grandmas kitchen. Frank knew he could trust Pete with his life and if anything did happen to Frank, Pete would take charge.

Andy came later on in Franks life. He started as one of Franks guards who stood outside the meeting room. He was just like any other one of Franks guards at first. That was until Andy gave his input in a meeting one time. Frank was astounded that someone would dare interrupt him, but ushered for Andy to carry on. The guard proceeded to tell Frank that the plan he was plotting was wrong, and in place gave a better one. Another guard put a gun to Andy's head for disobeying the boss but Frank told him to stop. "Take a seat kid, I like you." Frank smiled as he shook Andy's hand.

Frank had a mansion that could probably house ten families, but he didn't like sharing it. He liked having the all white walls to himself. Whenever he did get lonely on a night he'd just invite his friends over and sniff some lines and play cards.

Tonight was one of them nights.

"You'll fucking regret gambling your Tesla, Iero." Pete laughed, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"We'll see about that, Wentz." Frank spoke smugly staring at his cards with complete confidence.

"Can I get you something else to drink, sir?" A half dressed waitress Frank hired for the night asked. "Just a Jack Daniels and diet Coke babe." Frank smiled, waving the girl away.

"The things I'd do to that ass." Andy whistled as the girl walked away revealing the fact she was wearing a small thong.

"I wouldn't, I already snorted some coke off it before." Frank laughed causing Andy to flip him off.

As the three men snorted more coke, and wolf whistled over different women who brought them drinks the game came to an end.

"You're a damn cheater, Iero!" Pete spat, throwing his cards into the middle of the table.

"You both owe me an ounce of coke each." Frank laughed, showing off his winning cards and shouting some girl over for another drink.

"You have your own fuckin' drug company, Frank!" Andy yelled, causing Frank to howl even more.

"Cough up your coke boys." Frank smiled, waving at both his friends to pull out all the coke they'd brought with them.

"Winner gets to decide what we do next." Pete sighed, really not in the mood to play cards again and probably end up losing his house next.

Frank called for one of the girls to light his joint for him, he was perfectly capable of doing it himself but what's the fun in that? He took a long drag and thought about the endless possibilities. They could go to Japan right now if they really wanted to.

"Strip club." Frank finally spoke up causing Andy to 'thank god' and Pete to groan.

"What've you got a against strip clubs?" Andy laughed as he took a pull of Franks joint.