“I don’t wanna hear it. There was no misunderstanding. You were fucking that bitch in my bed. Plain and simple. There isn’t much to explain. And as far as Gerard goes, he is my boyfriend. You don’t date the flavor of the week for a year. He’s not just some stripper to me, so as far as I’m concerned, you can just go straight to hell,” he grit, watching as the young woman that sat at the front desk peered out the door.
“Mr. Iero?” She called, concern on her face. “Is everything okay?”
He nodded, looking back with his hands in his pockets so he didn’t knock his ex into next week again. “It’s fine Mary. Go back inside and tell the guys I’ll be to the garage in a minute, will you?”
She took the cue that she needed to leave well enough alone and went back in. Frank could handle himself.
“Just take my advice Mason, and stay away from both me and my boyfriend and that club, or next time you might just end up in a body bag. I’ve got enough money to walk, and you and I both know it.”
He just continued to watch, because he knew this cycle all too well. Frank would get really pissed off at him and after a little time things would go back to normal. In a way, Mason knew he was to blame in all this; if he hadn’t have gone to Amsterdam for that deal he’d been working on, that annoying little shit wouldn’t be the obstacle he now had become. That was fine, because the better man would come out on top anyway so it was only temporary.
“I can tell you are infatuated with him. I mean he is a cute cherry bomb; but if I had known you were laying claim to him I would have been in a better mood when I went to the club that first, night.” Mason paused and allowed that statement to hang in the air, yet with the raise of his brow he embellished things a bit.
After letting a few minutes pass he notice a woman coming to check with a bit of a worried look on his face as he watched, Frank slide his hand into his pockets. When the brunette dismissed the woman, Mason nodded and smiled like they were making plans. Watching as she went back in and not completely convinced Mason tried to gauge where Frank’s mind was other than the obvious.
“Yea a difficult as you might think, I went in there and told him about you.” he half laughed, “If I had known he was your plaything I would have gotten him to invite me home. I’m sure he’s picked up a few interesting things.”
Then there was the veiled threat, “You know you don’t mean that Angel. Besides you know what kind of people I know-they are friends to both of us, and you know red might just be their color.”
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