Well, I miss my mom
Will they give me the chair?
Lethal injection or swing from a rope if you dare
No body knows,
All the troubles I've seen
Frank winced noticeably when Marco laughed. He didn't know what caused the sound, but he did know that Marco made that sound when something bad was going to happen.
"What do you think, Frankie?" Marco grinned, saving face for his boys. Frank smiled shyly, "Whatever you think, Marco." It was like any good con-job. You smile and say exactly what they want to hear. Nothing else.
"See?" Marco laughed, shoving a cigarette through his closed lips. He looked at Frank and asked, "Wha'cha smoke, huh? Or do you prefer my big thick cigar in your mouth?" Frank shook his head, pointing at a random cigarette pack, "Those are fine." In all honesty he didn't care, but anything bigger than a normal cigarette and his jaw would not be thankful.
"Come get one, Frankie," Marco held up a pack and smiled sadistically. Frank stood up and walked over, his body screaming in pain with every step. Frank took the pack, pulling one out and lighting it before Marco could open his big mouth again.
Frank plopped back in his spot and smiled in satisfaction. He hadn't had a cigarette since they got into lock-up. Frank looked at the guards patrolling the yard and heard them talking.
"Yup," The taller one said in a gruff voice. The shorter one responded in an equally harsh voice, "Yeah, two suicides last night. Right after Monroe went to the chair, huh?" The tall one nodded, "Damn, right."
I missed Mom's birthday, Frank thought sadly. He crossed his legs underneath him and saw Gerard sitting at the poker tables again. He was playing a Mexican fella and he had that evil smirk on his face again. Please Baby, Frank thought sadly. Get us out of here fast.
Gerard could practically feel Frank's eyes burning a hole into the back of his shirt. Ever since he'd told Frank that he'd get them out, his mind had been on a constant loop. It almost physically hurt to see Frank so bruised and broken, especially every time he winced when he walked.
"Hey, Gee," Rhyno's familiar voice rang behind him. Gerard smiled, "What's up?" But the look on Rhyno's face stopped him cold, "Where's Frank, Gerard?"
Gerard glanced over at the table where Frank had been sitting with Marco and Greko mere seconds ago. He jumped to his feet and whispered, "We have to find him, Rhy." Rhyno nodded, "I know where he is."
Thank you everyone who has read this story so far... there's only at the most two more chapters, but hope you've enjoyed. This is my first story and one of my favorite pairings ever... R&R