Toxic- frerard

Twenty

A/N- don't be a silent reader :)

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"70 million?" Frank gawked as his friends immediately assembled around Ray's laptop.

"Call him!" Pete finally spoke up, breaking out of his guilt tripped trance.

Nothing else was said as Frank dialled the number with a shaking finger. He held the office phone to his ear, breathing heavily. Each ring felt like another century. He prayed to a god that he didn't even believe existed that the man would answer the phone and deliver the news Frank needed.

"Frank Iero, just the man I wanted to talk to!" The man chimed down the phone.

"Hi, Emmanuel. I was just hoping for more information on the email that you just sent us." Frank spoke, attempting to sound professional through his freak out.

"Well, the business around Europe has been a huge success. The drugs are selling like cookies to fat kids." Emmanuel joked, not knowing the urgency of Franks situation.

"How much have we made?" Frank asked hopefully.

"70 million euros all together." He replied. "Minus the 15 percent I'm owed you've earned yourself 59.5 million euros which is about 65 million dollars."

"Holy shit, that's amazing!" Frank beamed causing Emmanuel to laugh.

"It's just money, kid. I'll be looking forward to making more deals with you in the future." Emmanuel spoke before putting the phone down.

"Withdraw the money and I'll count the rest of the money in the safe. I think we have more than enough." Frank ordered, smiling slightly.

"Then what?" Andy asked curiously.

"We're gonna give that bastard what he wants."

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Gerard Way was tired. He wasn't sure what day it was. Or even what time it was. He hadn't seen a window in a while and was beginning to wonder when someone could develop a vitamin D deficiency.

He'd lost hope of Frank coming by now. But he wouldn't tell Mikey that.

He still held his baby brother, who sobbed against his chest. Which honestly tore Gerards heart to shreds.

Of course Gerard didn't want to be where he was but he'd so much rather be here alone. I mean it'd be a lot more boring but at the same time he'd be less worried.

He knew Bert was getting tired of his brothers cries and pleads to be let go and as much as he told Mikey to just stay calm, the youngest couldn't do it. He'd panic and wail which will most likely result in his death.

Bert would keep Gerard around but he didn't really have any reason to hold Mikey. He was just an inconvenience to the captor.

Mikey would repeatedly ask what Bert did to Gerard but the redhead would just brush it off. He'd tell Mikey that men would just ask him questions but his limp and wincing told a different story.

Gerard really regretted wearing leather pants the night he was abducted. The wounds from the ruthless whipping were rather uncomfortable as they clung to the leather.

"So, what went on with you and Pete?" Gerard asked, attempting to get his brothers mind from the situation.

"What?" Mikey replied, looking up with puffy eyes.

"You and Pete. What was happened?" Gerard rephrased, seeing Mikeys cheeks tint slightly despite the basement being rather dim.

"Uh- I don't know." Mikey trailed off, looking away from his brother. "He's um- nice?"