In a Hail of Bullets

Chapter 10

This chapter wasn't even supposed to happen but I feel like Frank is getting a little soft so it's time for psycho Frank to show his glory. Obviously a trigger warning for violence.

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Gerard was jolted out of his sleep by the slamming of a door. It wasn't a door near him, it was faint and he started to think maybe he dreamed it, until he heard a yell. Again it was muffled and when there were no following sounds, he started to think it was in his head.

He rolled over to curl up next to Frankie only to find the other side of the bed empty and cold. Gerard frowned. Where in the world could he be?  The bathroom door was open and the light was off so he probably wasn't there. He tried not to worry, Frank was an adult and he didn't have to lay in bed just because Gerard did.

As Gerard tossed and turned, he couldn't settle back down. Maybe some water will help he thought as he climbed out of the massive bed. Making his way towards the kitchen, the house was quiet, almost too quiet. But it was the middle of the night. It took a few minutes to get from the bedroom to the kitchen but the house was dark and quiet and surprisingly Gerard felt safe. He just thought it was odd he didn't see Frank anywhere.

He quietly poured himself a glass of water and drank it nearly entirely before he heard a faint yell again. It startled him and Gerard nearly jumped a foot. The yell was definitely real and it came from a hallway off the backside of the kitchen that Gerard had never noticed before. He turned the corner to see a short dark hallway with concrete steps heading down. He couldn't quite remember Frank saying anything about this, but he was scared Frank was hurt. He slowly made his way down the steps.

At the bottom was a long hallway with one door at the end. As he got closer to the door, the yelling got louder.

"You finally slipped up, motherfucker" someone growled.

"I told you, it's not my fault" another mans voice pleaded, followed by coughing and sputtering.

"Bullshit!" A third voice rose, definitely Frank's. "You are in charge of all my books and you're going to tell me that I didn't catch you stealing from me? That you haven't been skimming my books for hundreds of thousands of dollars?!"

"No" a voice groaned out, followed by a very audible slap that made Gerard jump again. Reaching out for the door handle, Gerard slowly and quietly turned it, cracking the door a fraction of an inch to peak inside. It was what he assumed to be a large darkly lit room, with one giant light shining in the middle. In the lights glow was a man tied to a wooden chair with what looked like blood coming out of his nose. He had his head hung low and his hair was obscuring most of his face. To the left of the man stood Ray with a holster and gun clearly visible. To the mans right was Bob, with a twisted smile on his face as he delicately ran his finger tips over a knifes blade. He heard Frank but didn't see him, not until he spoke again.

"Listen to me you stupid fuck" he growled as he stepped into Gerard's line of vision. He was directly in front of the man and he grabbed a fist full of hair, harshly tugging so the man would look Frank in the eye. "You'd better own up to your shit now before I drag your beautiful wife and gorgeous baby daughter here so you can watch them suffer".

Gerard's heart dropped. Would Frank really go that far? The look on the mans face was of pure shock and horror.

"What are you going to do, rape my wife?" The guy asked trying to sound strong but the fear clearly in his voice.

"Of course not" Frank said in a chipper voice letting go of the mans hair. "I'm gay. But Bob isn't" he said looking over to his soldier who was grinning.