Brothels weren't exactly legal anymore. Neither was homosexuality, though that was never legal. That never stopped Frank from running Iero's Diner- cafe by day, prostitution central by night. It was rare for a man to have the position of a Madam, so rare there wasn't exactly a term for him. He considered himself a Master or a Sir.
Night after night, young men and women flocked to his doorstep, begging for shelter. They'd plead and offer what little value they had to him- and he'd agree. He'd take them in and train them until they were of age. The courtesans would stay in his debt as he gradually raised the prices of the makeup and clothes he bought for them. They were his.
Frank took each one straight to his office in the brothel, though it was less an office and more a place where he'd dole out the punishments for those who had stepped out of line. He'd place an iron rod with a sigil on the end into the fire and burn the mark onto each courtesans wrist- a reminder of who they belong to.
He was brutal. He was unstoppable. Worst of all.. he had his eyes on sweet little Gerard Way.
Frank always wanted what he didn't have.
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hey everyone. this is a sorta prologue. i'll be updating pretty slowly. hope you enjoy this story, though :)
~Lyn
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The Diner
FanfictionIero's Diner, during the day, is the perfect spot for a milkshake with your friends. During the night, it becomes the perfect trafficking ring and brothel. ----------------------- The Diner is a 50's themed Frerard love story. It's the classic theme...
