Okay so someone on my Sarahah actually asked me to make this and as soon as I thought of it I had to write it so s/o to them

This is basically just like a prologue for the entire Rebel series and it takes place when Frank was with Jamia

So you know if you like this you can go read my Rebel series if you want

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I glanced over at the girl with the flower cart.

"You finally gonna talk to her?" Pete asked.

I nodded my head, smiling as I walked up to her.

"Hello," the girl asked.

"Hi," I said.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

I glanced at her nametag that let me know her name was Jamia. She had short dark hair and was wearing a pink shirt with a denim skirt, white ruffled ankle socks and little jelly shoes.

"Well, what are the best flowers to get for the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on?" I asked.

"I think roses would be perfect for that," she said. "They're a single rose for two dollars or a dozen for twenty."

"I'll take all the roses you have," I said.

"All--sir, that's fourteen dozen, that's two hundred and eighty dollars," she said in shock.

I smiled and handed her the cash.

"Someone's a lucky girl," She said, handing me the flowers.

I smiled as I looked down at them before handing them back to her.

"There, for the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on," I said.

Jamia was taken aback as she blushed and I walked away around the corner. I smiled happily when I found Pete waiting for me.

"Did you get her number?" Pete asked.

"No, I think that I should wait to get her number," I said.

Pete pat my back and we headed back to my house. I found my dad there and he was looking around.

"Frank, have you seen my glock?" My dad asked.

"No, you're always misplacing your guns," I said.

"Well, you two are joining us for the meeting today," my dad said.

I nodded and went to the kitchen to grab a bag of chips before I went to the meeting room, sitting next to Pete.

"Be professional, Frank, you're going to be the one taking over this business one day," my dad scolded as I ate the chips, my feet up on the table.

"That won't be for a while," I said.

"You're twenty years old, you should start learning all the boring parts of the business, not just the fun parts," he said. "I'm not going to be around forever to run this place."

"You're only forty-six, it's not like you're gonna die soon," I said.

Everyone else came in and my dad started the meeting.

"The Way family is trying to steal our business," my dad said. "They've been especially targeting our heroin business."

"Sir, we can use their kids as leverage," a man said. "They have a four year old and another younger boy."

"No, we don't bring the children into this," my dad denied. "No one is to lay a finger on their kids, that is not how we work, we never hurt the innocent and especially not the young."

"But we can just kidnap one and then tell them to leave us alone," I said.

"Yes and then soon when people find out we kidnapped a little toddler as leverage business will leave," he said. "And those boys have not done anything, we don't touch them."

I shrugged, eating the chips.

"But the kid, his fourth birthday party is today," my dad said. "Frank and Pete, he doesn't know you two and I want the two of you to go inside and gain intel, try to steal as much information as you can."

I nodded my head and soon the meeting ended. I went up to my room with my Pete and frowned in confusion when I saw someone standing there.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I-I'm Patrick, I'm a maid and I just started working here," he said.

Patrick quickly ran passed us as we headed to my closet.

"He's cute," Pete remarked.

"Yeah? You gonna fuck him?" I asked.

"Maybe, he seems sweet," he said.

I smiled as we changed into a suit and I fixed my black and bleached hair.

Alright, are you ready to go?" I asked. "The part should have just started."

We got into the car and headed down to the Way's house. It was big and thankfully filled with people as we mixed in with the crowd. We were in the backyard where decorations littered  the area and music played while people talked.

"It's the birthday boy!" Someone cheered as people clapped.

I looked over and saw Donald with a boy on his shoulders. The small boy had his dark brown hair curled with a tiara on top of his head. He wore a pink dress as he smiled and waved.

"My boy has turned four!" Donald exclaimed.

Soon the commotion died down as I watched the son run away to play with his friends. We snuck passed people into the house and I went to Mr. Way's office. I looked around in his desks, finding some files. We grabbed them when there was yelling and commotion suddenly and I thought I heard something about a cake before we were out of the house and racing back home.

A few days later I was back at the flower stand and I smiled. Jamia looked up at me and blushed. Today she was wearing a pair of light blue overalls with a white t-shirt underneath, a pair of white thigh high socks and her jelly shoes.

"H-hi," she said, her face deep red.

"Hi, I'm Frank," I said.

"Jamia," she said quietly.

"Do you wanna go grab coffee?" I asked.

"I can't, I have to sell these flowers," she said.

"Alright, I'll buy them then," I said.

"Y-you'll buy them?" she asked.

"Yes, every flower," I stated.

"That's gonna cost a lot, over a thousand dollars," she said.

I smiled and handed her my credit card.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

I nodded my head and she counted up all the flowers before charging it to my card.

"Well, I'll come back for these later, now we go for that coffee," I said.

"Okay, I just have to go put the cart inside," she said.

She grabbed the handle on the side of the cart and started to pull it into the florist shop when I shook my head. I pulled it in for her and brought it into the corner.

"Mom, I'm going out, I'll be back later," Jamia said.

"You need to sell all those flowers first, we don't have enough money for the bills and they're going to shut off the water," her mom said.

"We do now, this man bought all the flowers in the cart," Jamia said.

"I'll buy all the flowers in this store," I said.

"You want to buy all the flowers?" her mom asked in shock.

I nodded my head, handing her my card.

"I'll have someone come by and pick them up," I said.

When we were done I took Jamia to a nearby coffee shop. I ordered us drinks and saw her eyeing the cinnamon roll behind the glass.

"Can I have two cinnamon rolls too?" I asked.

The person nodded and we sat down in the corner in a little corner booth where we could sit next to each other. She ate quickly as I smiled before she stopped.

"I-I'm sorry, I eat when I'm nervous," she said quietly.

"No, it's okay, I think you're adorable," I said.

"But I guess I also eat when I'm sad and angry or bored, which would explain why I wear a size sixteen jeans," she said sadly.

"I think you're absolutely perfect," I said. "You are the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen."

Jamia blushed as she looked down.

"Why are you doing all this?" She asked.

"Because I want to take you to dinner," I said. "And maybe even to a movie if you'll allow me."

"A date?" She asked nervously.

"Yes, a date," I said.

"Are you sure?" She asked nervously. "No one ever wants to go on dates with me."

"Well I do," I said. "And tonight I am going to pick you up at seven and I bet you're going to look so cute and I will take you out to dinner and then we'll go see a movie."

"C-can we skip the dinner?" She asked.

"Anything you want," I said.

She drank her coffee quietly and I could tell she wanted to eat her cinnamon roll but she wasn't touching it.

"I can buy you a new dress," I said. "I can get you a new dress for you to wear tonight."

"No, that's okay," she said.

"You sure? It's no big deal," I said.

She shook her head and I nodded. Soon enough I walked her back home and I went back to my own house to get showered. I spent so long getting ready as I got dressed into a suit and dried out my hair, looked at myself in the mirror as I fixed my tie.

At seven I got into my car and picked her up. Her apartment that she lived in with her mom was above the flower shop and she was waiting outside when I got there. I smiled as I got out and looked at her. She had on a pink sweater with a white peter pan collar and a white skirt with white thigh highs and a pair of matching pastel pink shoes with a buckle over the top.

"You look so cute, Babygirl," I said. "I got you some flowers, and I have thousands more where these come from."

Jamia blushed and I held her hand as I brought her to the other side of the car. I opened and shut the door for her as she sat down, holding her bouquet of roses. I got in and drove us to the movie theaters.

"What do you wanna see?" I asked.

"Anything is fine," she said.

"No, come on, you pick something out," I said.

Jamia blushed and picked out a movie. I paid for tickets and held her hand, bringing her to our seats after I bought us food. Jamia ate nervously, snacking on the popcorn throughout the trailers. Soon the lights dimmed and the movie started. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she blushed softly.

The movie went by quickly with her nervously eating the candy and popcorn. Soon the lights were lifted again and I smiled, holding her hand as I picked up the trash.

"I'm sorry I ate most of it," she said.

"It's okay, sweetheart," I said.

We walked back to the car and she looked at it curiously.

"This is worth more than my apartment," she muttered. "What do you do for a living?"

"Oh, boring stuff mostly," I lied.

We got to her house and I walked her to the door of the shop.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked.

Jamia looked up at me as she blushed. She nodded, looking down shyly. I put my fingers underneath her chin, gently lifting her head up. I pressed my lips against hers softly, moving my hands down to her hips. I kissed her slowly, gently pressing her up against the brick wall of the shop behind her. Her arms wrapped around my neck nervously as she pulled me close. I pulled away and she looked up at her, her chubby cheeks pink and her lips parted slightly.

"I'll call you later, Babygirl," I said.

Jamia smiled softly and nodded, going into the shop. I heard the lock click before I heard her squeal happily. I chuckled softly and got into the car, driving home quickly.

"Frank Anthony Iero Jr!" My dad shouted.

I laughed when I saw the house full of flowers, covering every inch of the foyer and living room.

"What the fuck is this?" My dad asked.

"What? Thought I'd buy you some flowers," I said.

"Oh fuck off, why did you buy all of these flowers?" He asked. "Were you trying to impress a girl by buying her an entire store worth of flowers?"

"She's the one who owns the store," I said. "Well, her mom does."

"You need to do something with this shit because it's going to start smelling," he said.

I nodded, smiling as I called Pete while he walked away. Pete came over quickly and helped me load as many flowers as we could into into a van before we drove to the Way house. It took a while but we laid out all of the flowers just outside of the fence to spell out 'fuck you' with them.

"So, how's it going with Flower Girl?" Pete asked.

"Really good, her name's Jamia, by the way," I said. "I took her out to the movies tonight and she was so adorable."

"Well you've finally gone on a date after having a crush on her for a month now," Pete said.

"She is so sweet and cute," I said.

"You really do like her, don't you?" Pete asked.

"I really do," I said.

"Are we going to get in trouble for doing that to the Way's?" Pete asked.

"Probably but they deserve it, they're fucking assholes," I said.

Pete laughed and I dropped him back off at home before going to my own house. I grabbed a bottle of beer before heading up to my room. I laid on the bed, grabbing my phone to text Jamia.

Frank: Sweet dreams, babygirl

Jamia: night night!

I smiled softly as I took a swig of my drink.

Jamia: Can we please do what we did tonight again tomorrow?

Frank: Of course, we can come by my house tomorrow and we can hang out here if that's okay with you, Babygirl

Jamia: Okay, that sounds perfect

I smiled and finished my drink before quickly falling asleep.

The next day I picked Jamia up and brought her back to my house. I held her hand, smiling as I brought her up to my bedroom. She looked around nervously as she sat on the couch.

"It's okay, Jamia, you don't have to be nervous," I said. "Just because we're in here doesn't mean we have to do anything, I just wanted somewhere private to talk with you."

Jamia nodded as she relaxed.

"You're a little, aren't you?" I asked.

Jamia blushed and nodded.

"I want to be your Daddy, if you'll let me," I said.

"M-maybe we can go on a few more dates first," she said nervously.

I nodded, grabbing a pink box from under the coffee table.

"I went out this morning to buy you a gift," I said.

Jamia shook her head, pushing it away.

"I can't take a gift from you," she said.

"Really, I insist," I said.

Jamia hesitated before she opened the box. She gasped softly as she looked at the necklace.

"A-are these real diamonds?" She whimpered.

"Yes," I said.

"I can't take this, it costs too much," she said.

"You have to, it looks so beautiful on you," I said.

I put the necklace on her and she looked down at it, her fingers touching it softly. She looked in the box and smiled softly as she pulled out the pink pacifier.

"Thank you," she said quietly, putting the paci in her mouth.

I kissed her cheek and smiled, wrapping my arms around her.

"I want you to be my little girl," I said. "I want to take to care of you."

Jamia smiled softly, holding my hand.

"Daddy, if we do this I want to take it slow," Jamia said, taking the paci from her mouth.

"Of course, we can do whatever you want," I said.

"C-can we kiss again?" She asked nervously.

I smiled and nodded, gently pressing my lips against hers. When we pulled apart she blushed and looked down.

"You're the cutest," I said.

She giggled quietly and looked down.

"Frank!" Someone shouted.

The door opened and I looked over at my dad.

"The little prank you pulled on the Way's pissed them off, especially since Gerard, their four year old son, saw it," my dad said. "And unfortunately for you that four year old knows how to read."

"Can we talk about this later?" I asked.

My dad glanced at Jamia before he walked out with a scowl.

"I should go," Jamia said as she stood up.

"No, no, don't go, please," I said.

"He seems upset," she said.

"No, it's okay, I just pulled a little prank on a friend and it backfired a bit," I lied.

I gave Jamia a kiss and she smiled.

"No, I'm sorry, he just seems really upset, I think that I should go," she said. "Thank you for the gifts, I'll call you later."

I smiled, giving her a kiss.

"Let me at least drive you home," I said.

"No, that's okay, I can walk," she said.

I walked her to the front door before I sighed as I went to find my dad. He was in his office and I sat down across from his desk.

"I told you to get rid of the flowers, not to taunt the Way's," he said. "They're already on our asses trying to steal our business and because Gerard saw what you did they think you're going to hurt their kids. And Frank, they will kill you before you ever lay a hand on them, especially the four year old, he's Donald's favorite."

"I really wasn't expecting him to read it," I said. "It's just for fun."

"You go there and apologize," he said.

"Apologize?" I asked. "They can kiss my fucking ass! Why would we apologize?!"

"Because, Frank, as much as they're our enemies we cannot be at full war with them, it's bad for business and they could just blow us all up if they want so we need to be mutually passive," he said. "Go and apologize."

He took my arm and I scowled as he brought me out to the car and brought me to the Way household. He left our weapons in the car and we were brought in by some guards to the foyer where they patted us down. Mr. Way stepped forward, a scowl on his face. My dad nudged me while I frowned.

"I'm sorry for doing that with the flowers, it was dumb and was just supposed to be mindless pranks," I said.

"My son read it," Donald stated.

"I know, I already said I was fucking sorry," I said and my dad hit my arm.

I heard screaming and a little boy in a dress came running into the room.

"Daddy, I can't find my crayons!" The little toddler cried.

"Go ask mommy," Donald said.

He tried to put him down but the boy clung on as he sniffled.

"Apologize to my son," Donald said. "He's the one who read it."

"I'm sorry for writing those words with the flowers," I said.

"What does fuck mean?" The boy asked.

"Gee, I told you to stop saying that word," Donald scolded. "Look at what you've done. Four years old and he's already cursing!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen," I said.

Gee looked at me, his little hands going to wipe the tears off his cheeks.

"Who are you?" Gee asked in a small voice.

"He is no one you are ever going to speak to again," Donald said. "Get out of my house and never come near my kids again."

I scowled and walked back out to the car.

"That was dumb," I said.

"Well, I hope you'll thank me when he doesn't kill you," my dad said. "Or that girl you've been with."

"Not Jamia," I said as we got into the car. "He isn't going to touch her, I'm not going to bring her anywhere near this business."

"I think it's gonna be inevitable," my dad said. "When I die you're taking over the business and you won't be able to keep her away from it."

"Can you drop me off at the flower shop?" I asked.

He sighed but didn't say anything as he dropped me off. I went inside and smiled when I saw the store completely empty, the bell above me dinging.

"We're closed!" Someone called from the back.

"I know, I'm looking for Jamia," I said.

Her mom came from the back room and smiled.

"You're the one who completely bought everything!" She exclaimed. "You're welcome here anytime you want. Mia! The pretty boy is here to see you!"

I chuckled softly as Jamia came in.

"Oh wow! That necklace!" her mom remarked at the necklace I bought Jamia.

"I can buy you one too," I said before I took Jamia's hand and pulled her outside. "I'm sorry about earlier, can I take you for ice cream to make up for it?"

"Of course you can, Daddy," she said.

-+-

Four years later and I smiled, looking at the ring on Jamia's finger.

"You sure you don't want a bigger one?" I asked. "Because I can afford a bigger one."

"No, Daddy, I like this one," she said.

I looked at the little silver band with just the little diamond on it.

"Well, anything my babygirl wants she gets," I said. "And speaking off, let's go out for lunch."

"Can we go to the coffee place we went to on our first date with the really good cinnamon rolls?" She asked.

I smiled and nodded, taking her hand. We went outside and walked down the street and I chuckled as Jamia swung her hands between us. A car squealed up beside us and I glanced over just in time to see Mr. Way inside. Gunshots rang out and they left just as soon as they came.

"Hey! Fuck you!" I shouted, chasing after them for a few steps before I stopped.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Fucking assholes," I muttered.

"D-Daddy?" Jamia squeaked.

I looked behind me and saw Jamia on the ground sitting against the fence, blood staining her pink sweater. I ran to her side, my stomach dropping. She cried quietly as I took my jacket off and pressed it against the wound.

"You're gonna be okay, Babygirl," I whispered.

I grabbed my phone, calling my dad and Dewees. A group of men came, helping to move her into the car. She grew more still as she began losing blood but we got her into the house and down into the hospital room in the basement.

"Frank, you need to leave," Dewees said.

"No, I'm not leaving her," I denied.

They nodded and soon she was under an anesthetic while they tried to remove the bullets.

"She's hemorrhaging!" Dewees shouted.

I heard the heart monitor spike up before falling flat suddenly. They began doing CPR as I sobbed, holding her hand.

"Mia, Mia, please," I cried. "Come on, Babygirl, come back to me."

It seemed like hours before Dewees and the nurses stopped and took a few solemn steps back.

"No! No!" I cried. "What are you doing?! Don't stop!"

"I'm sorry, Frank," Dewees said quietly.

I shook my head, beginning to do CPR on her myself as I sobbed. I was hysterical when my dad pulled me away, dragging me out of the room.

"There's Nothing they can do, Frank, I'm sorry," he said.

I sobbed, pushing away from him. I grabbed a bottle of vodka before heading up to my room. Her shoes were laying in the middle of the floor and I tripped over them, falling down on my face.

"H-how many times have I asked you to not leave your shoes in the middle of the doorway, Mia?" I asked. "And you have dresses covering the bed."

I sat on the couch, taking a swig of the drink as I glanced at her favorite stuffie on the coffee table. Everything seemed so normal here.

"Mia, you left a drink up here," I said, frowning when I saw the half full sippy cup on the nightstand. "You know you're not allowed to leave drinks up here or else you're gonna forget about them. It's like the time you left a drink of milk until it spoiled. We don't want a recurrence of that!"

I dumped the drink into the sink, sitting in the bathtub. Liquor burned my throat as I drank but I didn't care. I just drank and drank until almost the whole bottle was gone and I was properly drunk now.

"You keep skipping bathtime," I said. "You're not allowed to skip bathtime. You need to stay clean to keep that pretty hair soft, Babygirl."

"Frank, are you okay?" Pete asked as he opened the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here during Mia's bathtime?" I asked.

"Frank, You've been sitting in the bathtub talking to yourself for hours now," Pete said.

He tried to take the bottle from my hand but I shouted and smashed it against the wall instead.

"Come on, maybe we should just get you into bed," he said.

"It's not Mia's bedtime yet, bedtime isn't until ten, ten thirty if she's good," I said.

"Frank, come on," he said, pulling at my arm but I didn't budge. "Fine, just sleep here in the tub then."

He walked away and I sniffled as I looked at my engagement ring.

"Where do you wanna have the wedding, Babygirl?" I asked. "I bet you're gonna look so pretty in your wedding dress."

I closed my eyes and all I could see was her laying on that hospital bed, the monotone ringing in my head was giving me a headache. I grabbed my gun, putting it into the waistband of my pants before I went downstairs. I grabbed another vodka bottle before I got into my car, driving to the Way's house. I saw Donald pulling out and I scowled as I followed them to a fancy restaurant where they were probably going on their weekly date night.

They were already in the building when I got into the parking lot, steering wheel in one hand and vodka in the other. I crashing into a lamp post, taking a swig of my drink as I got out. I smashed it on the ground and went inside the building, looking around. People gasped when they saw me and I knew I was a mess, I was covered in blood and alcohol.

"You fucking hurt my Babygirl," I spat when I walked up to Donald.

I pulled out my gun and shot Donna point blank in the head. People around us screamed as I felt two people grab me. My dad and Pete pulled me out and got me into a car.

"Do you know how fucking hard it's going to be to cover this up?" My dad asked. "You're just lucky the cops here are crooked."

"They took my Babygirl," I sobbed.

"I know," Pete muttered, running his fingers through his hair.

My life was over now. What was I supposed to do? They took my beautiful little girl. There wasn't anything for me now.

But as I passed out in the back seat I didn't even know that that was only the beginning to an even stronger love. For the next nine years my life would be nothing but alcohol, drugs and partying before I would meet the boy who would change my life.