Revenge (Frank Iero x Reader)

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Y/N POV

Ben came in less than five minutes later with both Kristin and Mikey behind him, like I asked. 

"If you have any weapons on you, I suggest you drop them now." I said as they walked through the threshold. All Kristin dropped was pepper spray, whereas Mikey dropped a small pistol. I know it's required for him, but that doesn't mean I trusted him. "Come sit."

"Listen, Y/N-" I cut Kristin off right away.

"I'm done listening. I want answers and those answers will be what influences my decisions." I paused, watching them nod in response. "Good. Now, why should I trust you? How do I know Frank isn't making you all get me to trust you?"

"You don't know that, and I know it's hard to believe." Mikey replied. "It's hard for me to believe too, but I'm positive his intentions are genuine."

"I don't want to trust Frank either, but I saw him, Y/N. He was like a fragile child, clutching to the note. He- He doesn't care if he lives or dies anymore. He wants you safe and away from this life. He wants all of us away from this life, including himself." Kristin added.

"Did you read the note?" I quietly questioned.

"I did. Y/N, I wouldn't be here talking to you if I wasn't positive about this. You don't have to take him back. Just let him help you, help all of us." She pleaded.

"What, just so he can search for me again when he changes his mind?" I snorted. "Bring him in here. Don't let him near me, and I want Mikey and Ben holding him back."

"Yes, ma'am." Mikey stood up, motioning for Ben to come with him.

"We won't let him hurt you, Y/N." Kristin whispered. "Permission to take Mikey's gun?"

"Permission granted." I reluctantly said after a few minutes. Christa and I have more than enough weapons on us to take Kristin out if she rebels.

A few moments after she hid the gun in her waistband, the men walked in with a firm grip on Frank's arms.

"Frank Iero, what a pleasant surprise!" I exclaimed. "So, when are your men showing up to kill me? This has to be some sort of evil scheme of yours."

"Y/N, I swear on my grandfather's grave that I have no bad intentions with this. You and I both know that is something I would never joke about, never lie about." He calmly responded.

"So why are you here? Come to ask me to forgive you? To help me save your soul?" I didn't know I had this side to me, but feeling powerful - it felt nice.

"I want you safe and away from this life. As long as you're near me, you're in danger." I couldn't fucking believe what I was hearing.

"Of fucking course I'm in danger around you! You're a murderer! An abusive bastard without a care in the world for anybody but himself. You only want to free us to make you look good. It'll only be a matter of time before you search for me again." I snapped.

"Y/N, please-"

"No!" I shouted. "You have no fucking idea what I have been through because of you. I barely ate, barely slept. For fucks sake, I swam across a fucking lake just so I could continue running! I've lied, I've stolen, I may or may not have almost killed one of your men with my bare hands. You have changed me, and not for the better."

"Please let him speak, Y/N." Christa quietly begged. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it barely worked. I've waited too long to let this shit out.

"Fine. You have five minutes to explain why I shouldn't blow your head off right now." I snarled. The tension in the room grew thick after my threat; they all knew I meant it.

"When I, uh, kidnapped you, it didn't feel right to me. I felt ashamed on so many levels, but I need you. I know you will never in a million years take me back, but I want to make things right." He paused, "I have a hidden bank account with over two-million dollars in it, plus my personal one and the mafia's. I want you and the others to take it all and leave. Tonight. Mikey can access it all and I- I'll stage my own death. Make it look like a murder or something."

"You're not fucking killing yourself, Frank. No way in hell." Fuck, why do I still care?

"It's the only way-"

"NO!" I hissed, "No. If anything, I want you to call the hit off and let us go peacefully."

"I can't-"

"And why not?" I asked, barely containing myself.

"It'll look too suspicious on my part and Ray will still go after Christa even if I do call it off. The best thing all of you can do is change your names and fly as far away from here is possible." He replied.

"Kill them."

"Excuse me?" Everyone in the room wore a shocked expression at the words I spoke.

"Flip on them. Kill them. Prove your loyalty to me, that you have changed. If you can't kill them, lock them away somewhere, I don't know. Then, after they are disposed of, I run everything. Not you." I said.

"You- You want to take over the business?" He asked. "I thought you hated this."

"Not the business, idiot." I rolled my eyes. "Us. You'll change your name, we'll all go far away, and I run this shit, the relationship. The very second you even lay an unwanted finger on me, I will rip your heart out of your chest. Are we clear?"

"Y/N, are you sure about this?" Kira asked.

"No, but it's what feels right for some fucking reason." I replied.

"Why?" Frank questioned. "Why? After all of this, why?"

"Because I love you too fucking much for my own good. Because I believe you can change. Because I know who you were before you were involved in this shit." I sighed, confessing how I still felt.

It was true though. Before the mafia is when Frank was the amazing man I met. The sweetest man I knew that wouldn't hurt a fly. Then he joined and it went downhill from there. I knew the old Frank was in there somewhere.

"Also, no more drinking either. You're an angry drunk." I ordered.

"Y/N, I- I don't know how I feel about anyone killing my brother. Lindsey I don't give a fuck about, but Gerard is my brother." Mikey butted in.

"Gerard is also the reason you're in this. I know what he's done to you. I can see it in your eyes. I see it whenever his name is mentioned or when he is around you. He's an awful man, Michael. Maybe worse than Frank. He needs to be stopped." I told him.

"How did you-"

"When you're on the run, you observe everyone's actions. Never assume I don't know someone's intentions." I looked over to Frank and took in his expression, "Like with you. Yes, I was weary and highly unconvinced at first. But now, I see right through you, Frank. You're a broken man with a shattered soul. You don't want this life, you never did."

"I'm sorry. For everything." He cried.

"I know you are. Don't think everything will go back to how it was either. I don't fully trust you yet."