To The End

Gerard dozed, contented and happy.
The thing with the Sheriff had been relatively easy, the man too terrified not to agree to calling the FBI and saying he had made a mistake and that the man he had arrested was not Gerard Way but just some low level car thief that had taken the man’s wallet during a bungled robbery. It hadn’t saved his life of course, Angel had still put a bullet through his head but it would be hard for the feds to attach them to it. A suitable fire was now blazing to make everything that much harder to piece together and Gee was fifty miles away enjoying a night of rough sex and good food.
“You never did tell me if the Canadian deal went our way.”
Gerard opened one eye and looked toward the bathroom.
“Of course it did. Nobody is going to turn down a cool two million in exchange for a decent sized shipment making it past US border patrols. We will turn at least three and a half easy.”
Angel appeared in the doorway, her hair hanging limply down her shoulders and still dripping. He paused to admire her body, the towel not really covering anything. He had come to appreciate every scar, every curve and had fallen for her in ways that bothered him. Whether he could trust her was another matter entirely.
“We can think about leaving the country then. I hear Italy is lovely this time of year.”
“Angel, we talked about this….”
She smiled, they had indeed discussed it many times. She was all for moving on, sticking in one place had proved too dangerous and there were added dangers now the law had become involved. She loved Gerard but he had a reckless streak that would wind up getting him killed. The trick was to stay low, work quietly and then vanish. Nothing they had done at the sheriff’s station could ever be linked back to her.
“We have and I still don’t fancy being tortured to death by your brother.”
Gerard giggled, he had some very fond memories of being tortured by his brother and Frank but this was much better. He had enough funds behind him to start up on his own, the money he had given Angel combined with his own money and what she brought in from the occasional contract job was more than ample. He didn’t want to rival Frank, just have his own slice of the action and make it a risk for them to interfere.
“I won’t run baby, Frank is a business man before anything else. It won’t be worth his while to risk an open war. Mikey can be persuaded to see it that way.”
Angel dropped the towel, walking over to the bed and inching into his arms. He liked the feeling of her head on his chest, a tamed animal to him that he could release when necessary. It was intoxicating and he loved it. There was one thing that bothered him, something that could get in the way of his plans.
“Why didn’t you kill Gates ?”
“It wasn’t necessary.”
Angel kissed his chest, thinking back to Moscow and some seriously fucked up shit that she had dragged both herself and Syn into without seeing just what the consequences would be. It had been an error on her part, one that could still come back to bite her. Still, she had never intended to get involved with Gerard either and that was going ok for the moment. Angel pulled herself up and looked him in the eyes.
“Don’t worry about that now, worry about us. To put any kind of protection between us and Frank is going to eat up all the profit here. Italy is corrupt, we both speak the language and they would be much easier to manipulate.”
Gerard kissed her, he felt too good about things to want to argue with her now and the lightest touch of fingernails across his nipples was making his cock twitch. Angel reminded him of Frank, long term planning was fine but he wanted to live in the now. She moaned gently at his hand slapping her hard on the ass, clearly neither of them had been satisfied by their earlier lovemaking and now wanted more.
Except for the now ringing phone.
“Don’t answer it.”
Gerard was breathless, her fingers now twisted his nipple and there was a little command in her voice that the submissive side of him liked. He pouted and then winked at her.
“It’s the lawyer, we need a good story.”
Angel crawled behind him, his head resting against her as he spun the lawyer the story of being nowhere near the area of this supposed arrest and could he cancel all the credit cards and deal with the police ? The man was well paid, Gerard had learned from Frank that a decent lawyer is all important when most of the things you deal in are illegal. It was the lawyer that had organised the house they were going to rent a hundred miles down the road and all the cars too. Gerard kept the cash on Angel rather than himself and she had no record.
“I will be at the house all week, just let me know.”
He hung up the phone, leaving it switched off before closing his eyes and letting the feeling of Angel playing with his hair lull him back down to sleep. He rarely managed more than a few hours, his mind too full of plans and rage. The dreams assaulted him, violent night terrors that Angel had learned to predict and ward against. More than once she had woken up to his fingers wrapped around her throat.
This night seemed like it would be a good one and Angel waited until he was clearly sleeping deeply before getting up carefully and dressing. She liked to catch a few hours of darkness, always seemed to help with thinking things through. The motel was quiet and even the darkness was warm, a soft breeze blowing as she settled on the small seat outside.
Gerard had come as a surprise. She had left Moscow in a hurry, literally leaving both Gates and most of her life behind. Money was no problem, swiss bank accounts proved very useful when you lived life on the run and she had enough passports in different names to re-enter the US without an issue. Problem was that the Russians would be able to trace her route from the time she left America originally and that would probably alert Frank so she had decided to give Gee a call and warn him.
Within three weeks they were lovers. Within a month he had decided to start afresh and began talking about them leaving. She had been more nervous than him on that front, the urge to kill both Frank Iero and Mikey Way was still there but Angel had been smart enough to know she had only just escaped with her life the last time. Stirring up that honeypot was not something to be taken on lightly. Gee had done it anyway and so far they had made a good job of it apart from his reluctance to leave. His violent temper turned her on, his ability to take risks made it dangerous and Angel was hooked.
Angel pulled her phone from her pocket and logged into the local news station. The fire and bodies at the police station were big news, the FBI had descended which she knew had been inevitable. They had changed the plates on her car and left Gerard’s in a town several miles away, burnt out and scrubbed clean. She was only grateful that the bank she had gone to when Gee was stopped was nearby.
“Shit….”
Gerard’s face popped up on the small screen and Angel rolled her eyes. They were not buying the story fully it seemed and that presented a challenge and a bright red fucking light to all the people that were looking for them. Angel listened a moment longer, at present it was a simple request that Gerard make contact, no bulletin as a wanted man but it was most definitely unwanted attention. She stood and walked back inside to shake him awake.
“Baby, come on. We gotta go.”
Gerard half opened an eye, still dazed and wondering why Angel was throwing clothes in bags with some haste. He sat up, alert for the threat and already looking for a weapon.
“What happened ?”
“You made the news. Just a simple ask for information but it gives a location.”
Gerard groaned, running a hand through his hair before getting up and pulling on his jeans. He almost missed the warmth of his own bed at the compound and the veneer of respectability before deciding that her arse bending over was worth the whole thing.
“Go for the house ?”
“Yeah but we need to change how you look.”
He now looked surprised, self consciously blushing before seeing the smirk on her face. Instantly he started to laugh, they had been talking about changing things up a little and going for a new look to match the new life. Maybe this was it and the chance to face his old friends head on. Gee decided to tell her about that part after.
“I always fancied blond…..or being a redhead.”
“Fuck off, I wanna be the redhead.”
Angel giggled and threw his shirt at him, the last of the clothes and money were in the bag. They quickly wiped the room clean of prints and picked up the guns from the table before heading out to the muscle car outside. It was a little past three a.m and every star in the sky seemed to be shining. A good night to run.
Before the night was over there would be three more people dead.

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