Softie

Part 1

You can scroll and skip this if you want, but I'd appreciate if you read it.<3

Hi there! I'm back. You might remember the story Welcome Home? Yeah that was me. It got taken down because it was 'inappropriate.' Guess that was my bad. Oops.

I'm starting to get back into writing. I never was that good. I get some good ideas some times but I don't know how to do like the fancy proper layouts and I've never been too articulate. Also I love stories with a little Gee so I gotta try right? So I'm not too sure how this story is gonna turn out. I'm just gonna start writing and hope it finds its self along the way.

I really love feed back so while you're reading if you get any ideas of what you want to happen please tell me! Like if you want them to say something or do something or anything please tell me! I will most likely include it.

Side note: You know how when you're reading something that's just so darn cute you get that little tingly feeling in your chest? If you get a little tingly feeling please tell me. It would make me so happy!

  Also I'm going to try to update as much as I can so just bare with me. And I apologize if some parts are short.

Okay so Frankie is gonna be some hard ass mobster with a thick New Jersey accent bc hawt.

*big sigh*

And so we begin. (In franks pov)

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  I sit in the back of the Cadillac. I pick up my walkie talkie.

  "Clear em out boys," I say.

  "10-4," Tommy says.

  I roll down my window a bit. I start to hear the gun shots that are somewhat muffled by the silencers. Minutes go by and it stops.

  "All clear boss," Tommy says over the radio.

  "Keep it running Hank," I say to the driver as I step out.

  I walk into the building. Everything looks cheap. Tommy finds me and guides me back to the office. I have to step over bodies on the way. We all dig through the office but there's no money.

  "The matha fackas are broke. Looks at this. Don't have shit. Matha fackas owed me all kinds of money. They learned they're fackin lesson too huh? Don't run with the big cats if you can't win the race," I say.

  I push all kinds of shut off of the desk and onto the floor.

  "Split up and go look around. I'm leaving here with something," I say.

  I sit down in the chair behind the desk. I prop my feet up and light a cigar cussing under my breath.

  "Ayo boss. What do I do with this?" Tommy says coming in.

  I turn to look. It's a boy all dressed up in girl clothes. He has a collar on and all sorts of shit. Looks like he's a fucking porn star or something. He looks a little roughed up with bruises all over.

  "Hmm that'll do. Come here doll," I say.

  The boy is crying. He slowly walks up to me.

  "What's your name huh?" I ask.

  "G-gerard," he cries.

  "I'm Frank. Frank Iero and don't you forget it," I laugh.

  He starts crying harder.

  "What? That's how I introduce myself to everybody," I say.

  He still crying.

  "Your coming with me. I ain't gonna hurt ya little fella come on," I say.

  "But. But. I. I live here," he says.

  "No no. You. You live with me now," I say.

  He cries harder. Shit I didn't mean to mock him like that.

  "Hey. Don't cry. I'm just a fucking ass hole," I laugh.

  I bring the boy out and into the car with me.

  "Why'd they have you there huh?" I ask.

  "I. I'm their pet," he says.

  "The perverts. Bet you didn't like it too much huh?" I ask.

  "N-no. I didn't," he stutter through his tears.

  "Stop crying. I'm taking care of you now. None of that perverted sick shit no more, alright?" I ask.

  He just looks at me confused.

  "Why do you want me?" He asks.

  "Can't just leave you. Look at you. Poor little thing. They probably didn't even feed you," I say.

  He looks down.

  "Hank. Let's run through the McDonald's or some shit yeah?" I say.

  "Yes sir," he says.

  "You'll come stay at my house a while. You can leave when ever you want or don't leave. I don't care. I'm an Iero. I take up for the little guy," I say.