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Frank's POV. Gerard and I had celebrated before spending a relaxing night in front of the TV




Gerard and I had celebrated before spending a relaxing night in front of the TV. It was now the next day, and I was busy teaching Gerard some of the managerial tasks at work. He was amazed at how much I actually did, considering I still had time to flirt with him and read the newspaper as well as occasionally jack off during the day. I guess I just had good time management.

We were going about my usual managerial tasks together when we heard someone enter the parlor. Since everyone else was tattooing, I decided to go out and see who it was. There stood Bob. There was no Ray. I guess him being a wanted criminal out in public wasn't the best idea, so he'd stayed home. My eyes widened and I froze when I saw Bob. He thought I was a college student. Not a tattoo artist!

"Hehe, Frankie, why did you stop in the middle of the door?" Gerard asked, not noticing Bob and wrapping his arms around me, molesting my neck with his lips.

"Uh hey! How're you doing? Bob, isn't it?" I said, a little uneasy. Gerard immediately stopped running his lips all over my neck and looked up, freezing as he noticed Bob standing there.

"Shouldn't you two be in college?" Bob asked.

"Uh..." I began.

"This is our part time job," Gerard told him. "And yes, before you ask, we're screwing one another. Just like you and Richard are," he added. "How is your lover by the way?" he asked, making small, friendly chat.

"Fine thank you. Where's Erica?" he asked.

"Uh, she's tattooing a client. Gerard and I will go get her for you," I offered, dragging Gerard out to one of the back spaces where Erica was busy giving a guy a tattoo on his ass.

"Erica, your favorite cousin's here to see you," I informed her. She stopped what she was doing and looked up.

"You're not serious!" She exclaimed, looking shocked. "But he isn't supposed to know you work here," she added.

"Gerard totally covered for us and said that working here was our part time job," I told her.

"Ok. Well tell him I'm almost done with my client and that I'll be out in about 5 or 10 minutes," Erica told me. I nodded before Gerard and I went back to Bob.

"She's almost finished her client if you wanna wait 5 or 10 minutes. Can we get you a drink? Maybe some coffee or something?" I said to Bob. I figured that I had to be nice to the jackass. I mean, that way our cover wouldn't be blown.

"No thanks," he said, walking over to the couch and sitting on it. He then picked up a copy of the recent People magazine and began to read about how much of a control freak Tom Cruise has been to Katie in the last week.

"Well, lets get back to work, Gerard," I said to my boyfriend, dragging him off to my office.

"Oh my god!" Gerard exclaimed when we got back there.

"I know, right? Like, what the fuck are we gonna do? Now the bastard knows where we work. What if he figures out that we are the people he wants to kill and just does the deed?" I worried.

"Then I'll fucking set him on fire," Gerard said, his face going a deep shade of red. Smoke was actually coming out of his ears, that's how mad the thought made him.

"Whoa, settle down. We don't need the place to go up in flames," I pointed out to him. Gerard slowly relaxed, the smoke stopping and his facial color growing lighter as the seconds passed.

After waiting around my office for about five minutes, we heard Erica walk past the office, out to the front counter.

"Where's Bobby?" she asked. Gerard and I rushed over to the door and opened it, deciding to hang around and pretend to do paperwork while Erica talked to Bob.

"Here I am Ricky," he replied. We stood at the front counter as we watched Erica hug her cousin.

"I can't wait until you start to show. You're gonna look so cute with a pregnant belly," Bob said to her. My eyes literally bulged out of their sockets. I had to turn around to avoid revealing myself to Bob. Erica was pregnant? Assuming Mikey was the father, that meant he was gonna move out to be with Erica and their child. Did Mikey know? How the fuck did that hyperactive shit manage to keep that a secret from Gerard and I? He always told us everything. Including shit we didn't need to know, like how many times he got hard in a day and his celebrity crushes. At the moment he was crushing on the chick from Twilight.

"You're pregnant?" Gerard asked her. She looked over at us.

"Yeah," was all she said.

"Why didn't you tell us?" I asked her.

"Does Mikey know?" Gerard questioned.

"One question at a time! I didn't tell you because I'm only 2 months along. And yes, Mikey does know. I told him last night," Erica explained. "Now can you both go so that Bob and I can talk in peace?" she requested. I nodded and dragged Gerard back to my office.

"Make us invisible so that we can hear everything," I directed him, jumping up on his back. He made us invisible and flew us over to where Erica and Bob were talking.

"So you're not gonna do anything for a week?" she asked.

"Yeah. We're gonna make them think we died in the fireball that asshole ninja threw at us. We're gonna make it look a lot like we're dead. We'll have tombstones made to be put in the cemetery and we'll put obituaries for the two of us in the newspaper. People are gonna think we're gone and they're gonna think we're safe again. And then once they're all happy, we're gonna go after those superheroes and their new girl-toy. Do you know of anyone who could help us find out where those fucktards live? Cause if Ray and I can find out and then shove electricity through their whole house, then we can take over the city no problems," Bob said. "Or, you could set fire to their house for us?" Bob suggested.

"I don't know anyone Bob. I'm sorry. But I have a client in 10 minutes. So unfortunately our conversation is gonna have to end here because I need to clean up after the last client and then go have a smoke," she said to him.

"You know, you should quit since you're pregnant. Otherwise your baby is at risk of health complications," Bob warned her.

"I know. I've tried. It's just so hard," Erica spoke.

"Well keep trying. Your child is gonna be the king or queen of New York one day," Bob told her.

"I know. I'll try hard Bob, I promise," she said to him. He then gave her a hug.

"I'll speak to you later," he said to her.

"Ok, bye Bobby," she said to him.

"Bye Ricky," he replied before exiting the parlor.

"I know you're here," Erica said, looking directly at Gerard and I... well the invisible space that we were concealed in. How did she know? And why was Gerard and I the last people to know about Erica's pregnancy?


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