A/N: To AuroraMist... it's finally here! and if an ONS woke me up I think I'd do the same thing.
Chapter 1- She's A Rebel
The sun slid through the curtains in the Upper West Side penthouse like an unforgiving Irish curse. The man sleeping in the bed groaned and accidentally woke up his female companion.
That was a big mistake.
She glared at him through bedhead dark brown hair with dark brown eyes to match.
"Get out of my bed and get dressed," said the woman. "Now."
"You lawyers and your snooty attitude," the man muttered.
Lawyer by day True IRA by night you trashy idiot.
The woman kicked him in the balls, hard. She watched with a smile on her face as he went down.
"Hurry up and get dressed," said the woman.
She got in her robe and heard her one night stand scampering away as she headed for the shower. Her BlackBerry played a message from her brother, James O' Phelan.
"Morrigan, it's Jimmy," said Jimmy O. "Call me back when you get this, it's important."
Morrigan finished her shower and went into her bedroom to delete the message from her cell. She had his number and would call him whenever she damn well felt like it. She then got dressed and was none too happy with how things were going down on the East Coast.
The Five Families had wasted the Gallagher crime family, an Irish crime family that had lived in South Boston and had supported the cause, making them a permanent client of hers.
So whatever had her older brother whining would have to wait,because she had to lay low from the Five Families and the feds all while setting up a meeting with an Irish family in New York that was filling up the Gallaghers' shoes, the Callahan Crime Family. They resided in Hell's Kitchen, and she would have to make the trip downtown.
First, she would have to go to Brighton Beach to meet with the Russians – damn Petrovsky had finally died of boredom, literally.
After all, when the Russian mob boss was bored his favorite game was Russian Roulette… which was why she had never liked him that much, she had dreaded this scenario and the subsequent shift of power it would bring.
Morrigan hoped Nikolai, Petrovsky's son, was the new boss. He was a little reckless but always had a cool head when it came to business.
Jimmy O threw his phone against the hotel room wall, enraged.
Morrigan still hadn't picked up her phone.
"Maybe something happened in New York," said Fiona. "I've been hearing rumors. She's probably a busy woman right now."
"I don't really care," said Jimmy O. "Morrigan is the only one who can help me nip this in the bud before it blows out of control."
"Are you sure letting her come is a good idea?" said Fiona. "How do you know she even trusts you?"
"I was the one who killed that miserable sonofabitch of a father and raised her," said Jimmy O.
Jimmy O could still remember being slapped around by the bastard and his mum taking off. Then when he had hit his teen years his father had gotten some tramp pregnant, and the woman had died during the birth. During the childbirth Jimmy O had hunted his dad down and stabbed him to death to give the baby a better life. When he told the nurse his father had abandoned the baby, she had handed him the birth certificate and asked what the baby's name would be.
FLASHBACK
The fifteen-year-old walked into the nursery to the crib labeled "Baby O' Phelan". He saw the pink blanket and realized he had a little sister. He then wrote "Morrigan O' Phelan" on the certificate. After all, he was already involved with the cause so he might as well name his baby sister after the goddess of war…
END FLASHBACK
"We both know she fell in love with Filip," said Fiona.
"Not anymore," said Jimmy O. "She mentioned that she despises commitment nowadays and is putting all her energy into bein' a lawyer and the cause."
He vaguely wondered if her background as one of the best lawyers in New York had something to do with the feds never banging her door down.
Feds never liked dealing with lawyers.
Nikolai was sitting in a booth in the Russian restaurant the mob used as a front when he heard the bells chime. He looked up to see Morrigan. She nodded in his direction and sat across from him.
"We'll go into the back," said Nikolai.
They went into the back room and discussed the shift of power with Nikolai's associates. One of them handed Morrigan a glass of vodka.
"Morrigan's presence is a show of good faith," said Nikolai. "My father trusted her to help us turn a profit, and since she started there have been less incidences of ATF showing up at our door."
The other men at the table nodded their approval. Morrigan had bailed them out when their Russian relatives had been killed by a rival family, leaving them fresh out of a direct supply of guns. They had heard a True IRA member had recently moved to New York, and would be the liason for the state. The relationship had been a good one provided Morrigan didn't sell to the Italians, especially the Five Families because there was a bloody war going on.
More vodka was consumed, and a couple men decided to play Russian Roulette during the meeting. Nikolai looked up from his borscht, displeased.
"I'm ending this meeting before I get someone's brains in my borscht," said Nikolai.
The men left, leaving Nikolai and Morrigan alone.
"Now… how about we have some fun?" said Nikolai.
"Glad to see someone in the underworld isn't afraid of my brother," said Morrigan.
He picked her up and put her on the table, climbing on top of her. They engaged in a lustful kiss that made everything all the more primal. Nikolai ripped her shirt off and she hurriedly undid his belt. They couldn't get each other's clothes off fast enough. Morrigan cried out when he entered her, riding the waves of ecstasy until they had both climaxed.
"I've been wanting to do that for years!" said Nikolai. "Damn!"
Morrigan stared at the ceiling, almost spent from the quickie.
She got up after a couple minutes, getting dressed.
"It never ends," said Nikolai.
"Are you really gonna let the poor waitress find you lying naked in here?" said Morrigan.
He shrugged.
The Callahan crime family sat in the back room of an Irish bar called O'Keefe's, waiting for O'Phelan when a woman walked in.
"I thought O'Phelan called this meeting," said the boss, Kyle Callahan.
"I did," said the woman. "I'm Morrigan O'Phelan, Jimmy O's sister."
"Holy shit," said Callahan. "My apologies, I didn't know he had a sister."
"He likes to think he can call the shots over here, but he's not in New York making the connections, I am," said Morrigan. "Now I'm willing to forget this mix-up and negotiate a deal with you."
They got down to business, and an hour later Morrigan had a new crime family buying AKs.
She went into work after the meeting, and was disappointed to find no new cases. Instead there was just paperwork from old ones.
She did the work with ease, and soon it was quitting time.
She got a call from her friend Audrey Davenport about going to the Hamptons that weekend. Morrigan had met the blond socialite in Paris over nine years ago when Audrey had been at the Cannes Film Festival at the same time as Morrigan. They had been friends ever since.
"I'll have to see what my schedule looks like," said Morrigan. "I can go out tonight though."
"Awesome, 'cuz Marquee is gonna be bumpin!" said Audrey. "I know you love Marquee!"
Morrigan hung up her phone, went home, and took her shirt off, peeling a bandage off her shoulder to reveal a tattoo she had gotten recently.
She smiled at how it looked. It was a crow with an M on its back, carrying the Irish flag in its talons. She had gotten it because her namesake, a goddess, often took the form of a crow. She also had two other tattoos, a Celtic knot on her ankle that she had gotten when she had graduated high school and a butterfly she had gotten on the back of her neck during college.
When Morrigan and Audrey finally went out, the end result was hitting four major night clubs – Marquee, Pink, Home/Guest House – and being so hungover Morrigan didn't call her brother back until two in the afternoon the next day. She was pretty sure Audrey's flirtatious ways had gotten her to the Hamptons already.
"I take it I'm needed somewhere?" said Morrigan.
"Yes, ya need to come to Charmin'," said Jimmy O. "I got a nasty shitstorm and it's only gonna get worse."
"Luckily for you I killed my shitstorm, I can get to California tonight," said Morrigan.
So that was what she did. She called her buyers to inform them she was leaving due to a family emergency, which didn't bother them given that she had recently supplied them with fresh guns. Then she called the law firm she worked for and told them she had to take three weeks off, which worked fine because she had no new cases. She took off to JFK and was at LAX in five hours.
Setting her watch to Pacific Time, she got a ride at the bus stop that went all the way to Charming.
She walked along the darkened streets, seeing how trusting the locals were. Several homes had their doors open to let in the night air.
She found O'Toole's and walked inside to find her brother drinking Jameson.
"I'm here," said Morrigan.
"Good," said Jimmy O. "Sit, have some Jameson."
She accepted the shot glass he gave her.
"To a unified Ireland," said Morrigan.
"It'll never happen through nonviolence," said Jimmy O.
After that Morrigan suggested doing shots and Jimmy O wasn't about to say no. Several hours passed and Morrigan had to smother a laugh when she realized that the fifteen year age gap between her and her brother was giving her the advantage. Jimmy O then saw the gold bracelet with the roses she was wearing as well as that sapphire ring and frowned.
"Why the hell haven't ya gotten rid of those damn trinkets?" said Jimmy O.
"I happen to like them, I'm keeping them," said Morrigan coolly. "What was so dire you couldn't handle it yourself?"
"I think the Hayes' may be gettin' twitchy," said Jimmy O. "Smell a fed they get nervous. If they turn I'll need yer help for a while."
"Preemptive strike is always best," said Morrigan. "There rooms in this bar? I really need to sleep."
"Aye, upstairs," said Jimmy O.
They kept going with the shots of Jameson until Jimmy O passed out. Morrigan burst out laughing when she realized she had just drunk her brother under the table. Fiona heard the ruckus and Morrigan took off, leaving the woman to drag Jimmy O upstairs to his room. Morrigan took the bedroom closest to the bathroom and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She ran throughout the mansion, the little girl firmly holding her hand.
"We'll be out of here soon," said Morrigan.
She then heard gunshots, a scream, and felt blood rush down her back.
She saw someone in the hallway mirror before everything went black.
Morrigan woke up, covered in sweat.
It was only a dream. The events had taken place almost eleven years ago.
So why was she still having the nightmares?
So what do you all think? Reviews please! I'm making a playlist for all the songs the chapters are named after, but YouTube is being stupid right now so when it decides to behave I'll paste it in my profile.