Okay, here is chapter two! I really LOVE writing this story. So you can expect updates pretty often. I apologize for MBR, I just couldn't do it. Maybe when this fic is finished, I'll go back and work on it. Okay? Sounds good.

Disclaimer: I do not own MCR. Darnit.

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ADDISON'S POV

Alice and I took pride in our reputation. We were two of the most famous girl mobsters in the United States. We were also very corny. At the moment, the two of us were standing in an alleyway next to an abandoned warehouse, black trench coat collars popped up to hide our faces. Two extremely cheesy fedoras were pulled low over our eyes, so only our red-lipstick smiles showed. From our vantage point, we could see the rundown coffee house across the street, where our mark was currently sitting. After about fifteen minutes of getting odd looks from passersby, he emerged.

I was pleasantly surprised by his looks. Dirty blond hair fell to just above his chocolate brown eyes. He was just a few inches taller than me, clad in a pair of black skinny jeans and a light leather jacket. His head flicked from side to side, scanning the road for any cops, before he ducked inside the alley to meet us. He slowly approached, obviously not expecting our appearances to be so cliché.

"Can I help you?" Alice purred menacingly.

"I'm here for an appointment," he answered confidently. "I brought the cash."

"Good, that's why we're here," I said, reminding myself of the mission. He was just so…attractive! But anyone who was dumb enough to get messed up with the Mafia was no one to look for a companion in (and this is coming from a member of the Mafia).

"How much?" Alice asked, looking him up and down appraisingly.

"One thousand, plus interest," he said.

"We didn't ask for interest," I snapped.

"I figured it would be smart to bring a little extra just in case," he smirked, "You can never be too safe."

"So where is it?" Alice asked impatiently. She wanted to call Gerard and see if he was okay, that much was obvious. She hadn't heard from him since she left their apartment this morning. "We're on an agenda." I was going to protest this fact, but was interrupted by the man offering me a small leather wallet. I opened it up, looking through. Everything was here, including a strange note that I didn't take the time to read.

"It's clear," I said, nodding at the boy in dismissal. He looked rather disappointed, but turned and fled the alley. Alice and I walked around the back and slid into the car, driving for home. I reached into the bag and felt around for the slip of paper. "Found it!"

"Found what?" Alice peeked over at the white thing in my hands. "What's that?"

"It's his phone number," I said, smiling. "What a cheeky idiot."

"Giving a member of the Martin Mafia your phone number," Alice shook her head in disappointment, "That's the equivalent of me walking up to a police officer in handcuffs and introducing myself!"

"True," I said, shrugging. "But you have to admit that he was attractive."

"I'm more of a 'dark and mysterious bad boy' kinda girl myself, but whatever floats your ditzy little boat," Alice shrugged. I frowned.

"I'm not a ditz," I muttered under my breath.

FRANK'S POV

I sped down the highway, ignoring the racing of my heart against my ribs. Like a bird in a cage, faster and faster it beat. Sweat dripped down my forehead, even with the air conditioning blasting through the old car. My father didn't spare anything for his son, not even a car that would blend in (despite the bulletproof glass). Up ahead I saw a half-broken motel sign flashing. Anywhere would be nice at this time of night, I had been driving for almost six hours straight and my legs couldn't take anymore. I was hungry, tired, and in desperate need of a shower. Against my better judgment, I pulled into the lot and parked my car. I slipped around to the trunk and retrieved my bags, ignoring the rather obvious gun case. I wouldn't need that to sleep, would I? Being the son of a mobster is so challenging. Especially when you're being hunted by your maniac enemy…whom you've never met before and never had anything to do with. I knew now how bad Father felt about even being in the Mafia now.

He hated it.

But he had no choice now that he was one of the Bosses. I approached the dilapidating wooden counter, ringing the bell twice. An elderly man came stumbling out of the back room, his glasses askew. "How can I help you?" his voice sounded like sandpaper. I missed Rob and Father already.

"I'd like a small room with a shower please," I said. Don't all rooms come with a shower?

"Okay, right this way," the old man showed me down a dimly lit hallway to a room. Inside, the carpet was a couple inches too short here and there, not fully attached to the room's siding. The ugly flower-patterned paper was peeling away from the walls, and the bed covers had holes in them. To me it looked like a night of much-needed sleep in a bed after a hot shower. It might as well have been a five star hotel.

"Thank you," I said, offering him a hundred dollars. "Do you serve food?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, accepting the money with wide eyes. "What'd ya want?"

"Anything vegetarian," I said, closing the door as he hobbled away. I threw my stuff onto the bed and sank down, my face in my hands. I ran my fingers through my greasy hair, shuddering at the texture. I hated being this dirty. I needed a shower to clear my head. After leaving a note on the door stating 'Leave the food just inside the door' I stripped down and stepped under the stream of surprisingly hot water. It felt good on my shoulders, effectively relaxing me and cleaning my body at the same time. It was necessary to calm me down and better my mood.

Although it felt very nice, I had watched Phsyco recently and was slightly afraid of the results of standing in a shower in a seedy motel…all alone. So I finished up and got dressed fast, leaving my hair to air-dry. When I reappeared in the front room, a girl was leaning against the wall. I jumped, letting out a scared squeak at her sudden appearance.

"Hello Frank Iero," she smiled, her teeth shining white against her dark skin. Her hair, a deep blue color, fell to her shoulders in a silky cascade. Her black skinny jeans accentuated her thin legs, and a Misfits t-shirt hugged her torso in all the right places. Her converse were electric blue and worn almost to the point of replacement.

"How do you know my name?" I asked, staring into her brown eyes. They were almost hazel, but not quite.

"I'm just one of those people," she said sweetly, pushing off of the wall with her shoulder, her arms crossed in front of her. She slowly walked around me as I stood frozen, observing her every move. She seemed to be pleased by what she saw. "I'm here to protect you."

"I thought I was supposed to be on my own," I objected, crossing my arms to match hers. "What happened to that plan?"

"What happened to that plan is this guy," she pulled a picture from her pocket. A man, no older than twenty-five, stood in a grey suit. His midnight black hair fell almost to his shoulders, his red silk tie was in perfect contrast to his vampiric skin. Gerard Way. I'd know that face anywhere.

"Gerard?" I asked, one eyebrow raising on its own. The girl looked at me strangely.

"How do you know him?" she asked, taking a step forward. "Where did you meet?"

"Art school," I said numbly. "Back in the day."

"Back in the day?" she probed.

"Like four years ago, we met in Art school in New York. He was a friend-of-a-friend. Ray Toro introduced me to him. We hung out for awhile and got to be pretty good friends. I wasn't expecting him to stoop so low as the Mafia. Let alone the Martins!"

"He didn't have much of a choice," the girl sighed, sitting on the bed. The mattress groaned out its complaints beneath her as she readjusted her position until she was sitting Indian-style. "His step father is their leader. Gerard wanted to be an artist or musician, but it wasn't one of his 'chosen career paths'."

"What's your name?" I asked, changing the subject from my old friend.

"Revenge," she smirked. I felt my throat go dry, my stomach twisting into nervous knots. "Sweet Revenge, if you want to be formal."

"Revenge?" I choked out her name again, trying to get it through my head.

"Yes Frank Iero, I am Revenge. I am also a top secret agent for the government. I'm here to protect you."

"What is the government doing in the Mafia?" I asked.

"Your father recently called in some tips and handed over some members of his own Family. He's been extremely helpful. He also asked us for help disbanding his Mafia completely."

"Shouldn't he be arrested?" I asked. "Aren't there charges for all of this madness?"

"There are," Revenge said, patting the space next to her. "But we chose to drop them. We checked through the records, and he's never been linked to any murders."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He's in the clear," Revenge smiled knowingly. "But Gerard Way? He's not."

"Is that why you're here with me?" I asked. "Not to protect me, but to get Gerard?" "Mostly yes, but I serve double duty," she pulled a knife from seemingly nowhere. "It's my job."

"And I really think I'm going to need some sleep," I forgot about food completely as I crawled under my holey comforter and slapped my head against the pillow.

"So where am I staying?" Revenge asked, sounding miffed. I just patted the empty half of the bed and lifted the corner of the covers. I heard her sigh before her slight form slid in beside me, laying down and breathing steadily in almost two minutes flat.

GERARD'S POV

No matter where I searched on their property, there was no sign of this Frank Iero kid. I didn't even know what he looked like, for Pete's sake! The most I got was a basic description, "Black hair, hazel/green eyes, short."

"Thanks for nothing dad," I mumbled under my breath as I drove down the highway towards New York. Maybe he'd gone out of state, someone could have warned him we were coming. Who could have? That meeting was extremely private! I zoomed down the road at an alarming speed. People on the sidewalk stopped to point, other drivers looked concerned for their safety. There were no police officers around, so I should be fine.

As I drove, my mind drifted to LynZ, my first love. I had showed her my workplace for the first time and she freaked out. She tried to call the police and have us all arrested. I was in love with her, ready to pop the question, but she rejected me. Rejected everything I was to her. All because she was frightened. So she was…eliminated. If you catch my drift. It was almost a year later that I found Alice and everything got better again. We were going to be married at the end of this month. Hopefully.

Then maybe I could talk Father into letting me out. He highly disagrees with the idea of children being raised in the Mafia. Maybe, if we could have a child, he would let us go.

"I'm coming for you, Frank Iero." I mumbled. "And then I'll be free."