Toxic- frerard

Ten

Frank Iero and his three men dropped to the floor as the glass shattered around them from rippling gun fire.

"For fuck sake!" Andy groaned, retrieving a pistol from his back pocket and shooting towards an unfamiliar man.

Pete opened a cupboard in haste, throwing weapons towards Frank who caught them effortlessly. Frank stocked up on ammunition quickly whilst Andy held off a couple men who were attempting to climb through the window.

"Assholes." Andy muttered as he shot each one perfectly in the forehead.

Ray Toro continued to hide under a table. Fighting definitely was not his scene, the closest he'd ever been to holding a gun was a video game.

"Stay behind my desk." Frank ordered towards Ray. He ushered for Pete and Andy to follow him into the living room where all hell broke loose.

"We need to protect the money, drugs, documents and safes." Andy spoke up as they ran through the hall.

Frank stopped abruptly in front of the two. "No. Protect Gerard at all costs." He ordered causing Pete to inhale dramatically to calm himself.

"Frank, I hope to god you're joking 'cos-" Andy began but was cut off.

"Drugs and money are replaceable, Gee isn't. You work for me. The other men are trained to protect the valuables, you two guard Gerards door." Frank ordered hastily, continuing his run to the living room.

Andy and Pete did nothing but grunt in return, turning towards the stairs in order to protect Gerard.

Franks once all white living room was most likely stained forever. Blood splattered against the light carpet and plain walls, he knew it belonged to his men. Then again, he didn't care much. He didn't make attachments with his guards because they usually ended up in this state.

"Nice of you to finally join us." Bert McCracken laughed, holding a machine gun that was now pointed at Frank.

Bert was wearing all black and was padded with a bullet proof vest and helmet. Frank Iero would never be seen dead like that, he thought it made him look cowardly. And also fat.

"Was it really necessary to burst down my damn door? It was unlocked." Frank spoke with an eye roll.

He wasn't afraid of Bert McCracken, or his machine gun. He knew his men were twice as strong as his, and even with months of preparation for the attack he was smarter than Bert ever will be.

"I like to make an entrance." Bert smiled. Raising a hand for his guards to hold fire.

Frank just laughed, making his way towards his kitchen.

"Could I get you anything to drink?" Frank yelled, causing Bert to narrow his eyes.

"Do you have any Jack Daniels?" Bert wondered.

Frank emerged from his kitchen with two glasses. He drank from both of them to assure Bert that they were free from poison.

Frank sat cross legged on the couch now, loving the confused face Bert wore behind his glass shield.

"So what do I owe this visit?" Frank spoke formally, sipping on his drink.

"We were just looking to borrow some money." Bert shrugged, setting his glass down on a table.

"It'd be polite to call first, don't you think?" Frank shot back, smirking slightly as Pete appeared from the hall.

Bert was completely distracted now, and pretty confused. He continued to converse with Frank as the tattooed man made his way to a stereo, calmly.