Connor and Murphy sat outside the large house that they knew housed some of the more important people in the Yakavetta family. They knew what they had to do, and they knew they had to do it now. They had already killed Pappa Joe, but they needed to kill off as many of the family as they could; the less evil men they left standing, the less evil men they had to worry about coming after them.

Connor took a deep breath. "You ready to do this, Murph?"

"Aye." The twins looked at each other, and then got out of the truck.

They walked around the back and managed to sneak in an opened door, completely unnoticed. It was amazing how much money this family could make off of doing such terrible things. They heard people yelling in Russian in the conference room and knew that they needed to be in there.

"Okay Murph, remember the plan." Connor whispered.

Connor kicked the door in and he and Murphy ran in shooting in every direction, every bullet hitting and fatally wounding someone. They walked around putting pennies on all of the men's eyes.

They stood at the door of the room and began reciting their prayer.

"And shepherds we shall be,

For thee, my lord, for thee.

Power hath descended forth from thy hand,

That our feet may swiftly carry out thy command.

So we shall flow a river forth to thee,

And teeming with souls shall it ever be.

In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti."

They were just about to leave the house when they heard male laughter coming from up the stairs.

"What the fuck, Con? I thought they would all be in the conference room?" Murphy said pulling his black mask up.

"Put your fucking mask back on!" Connor whisper yelled at his brother. "I thought they were. Maybe one had to take a fucking piss or something."

"Well we've got to do him, right?" Murphy asked.

"Aye. Maybe we should check the rest of the house while we're at it, make sure there were no more out of the room." Connor suggested. They could hear the man laughing again, louder this time.

"You take care of our jolly friend up there; I'll check the rest of the house." Murphy said. They both started up the stairs and then Connor went to the laughing man, and Murphy went up the next flight of stairs.

Connor found the man easily; he was talking on the phone in Italian. Connor didn't care what he was saying, but he was going to wait until after he hung up to kill him. He hid just around the corner leading to the kitchen where the man was currently talking; he'd never see it coming.

It took about 30 seconds for the man to hang up the phone and walk out of the kitchen. He didn't even know Connor was there before he had a bullet go from the back of his head, straight through his skull, and exit right between his eyes. Connor put their trademark pennies onto the man's eyes and said the prayer himself.

He made his way toward the back door that they had come through, he and Murphy had split up during a job before and they always met back at the getaway vehicle.

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Murphy had just gotten up the stairs when he heard the gunshot from downstairs. He knew it had been Connor because the man hadn't said a word. That was how Connor did things, in complete silence.

Suddenly, a door opened from the hallway Murphy was currently standing in. He aimed at that door, and when the man inside came out, Murphy instantly recognized him as Joe Yakavetta's brother, John.

"What the fuck?" Was all the Yakavetta said before Murphy shot him. He fell down to the ground hard and made a loud bang. Murphy walked over and placed a penny on each eye. He made the symbol of the cross over him and recited the prayer. He stood back up and sighed.

"Uncle John?" A female voice said from the opposite direction. Without thinking, Murphy turned and shot. His jaw dropped when he saw a young girl, no older than 23, fall to the ground.

"Oh, fuck me." Murphy said as he rushed up to the girl. He took her head and put it in his lap. She was crying silently and Murphy began to smooth her hair back. He didn't know why, but he felt as though this girl wasn't one of the family involved in crime.

The girl looked up at him with pain in her eyes. She had blood oozing from her arm where Murphy had shot her. He took off his mask and tied it over the wound. "Y-y-you're a s-s-saint aren't you?" The girl asked.

"Aye, I am." Murphy answered.

"I-I-I kn-knew this day would c-c-come." She said, her voice shaking from the pain. "You're going to k-kill me aren't you?"

"That all depends," Murphy said, "have you ever killed anyone?"

"N-n-no." She answered.

"Then no, I'm not." Murphy answered her.

"W-what if I a-a-asked you t-t-t-to?" She stammered.

"I would never kill and innocent." Murphy said.

"Can you t-take me w-with you?" She asked.

"What?" Murphy asked shocked.

"P-please don't l-leave me here. I-I'm not l-like them. I've been t-t-t-trying to leave this all behind for y-y-years." She explained. "Please, don't l-l-leave me here." She said before her world went black and she passed out from the pain in her leg.

Murphy sighed heavily. He had shot the poor girl and she had never even done anything. She was begging him to take her away from this life, this family, and if he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for shooting her.

He picked her head off of his lap and placed it gently on the floor. He went to the room that the girl had come out of and looked for a suit case. He looked under her bed and found a huge one. He opened her closet and grabbed as many articles of clothing as he could. He opened her dresser and without looking, grabbed her some underwear, socks, and other personals. He grabbed some shoes and threw them into the suit case with the other things.

He ran back up to the girl and picked her up. He threw her over his shoulder and walked out of the house.

Connor had been sitting in the truck for what felt like forever. He was getting nervous and was about to go back in when he saw Murphy coming out of the house with a suit case and a body over his shoulder.

"What the fuck is this?" Connor said as Murphy opened the back door to the truck.

"Just fucking drive, Connor." Murphy said climbing into the back and laying the girls head on his lap again.

"What the hell did you do?" Connor asked as he drove away.

"I fucking shot her, Con. I shot a fucking innocent person." Murphy said.

Connor looked back at the girl that Murphy had shot. "Holy shit, Murph! Do you know who that is?" He yelled. Murphy just stared at him. "That's Pappa Joe Yakavetta's fucking daughter!"

"What? How the fuck do you know?" Murphy asked.

"Smecker! She was in a bunch of pictures with Pappa Joe and I asked who she fucking was! Good job, Murph! You fucking shot a mafia princess! And then you fucking kidnapped her!" Connor yelled.

"I didn't kidnap her! She asked if she could fucking come. She begged me to take her." Murphy yelled back.

"Great fucking job, Murph! Now where the hell do you expect me to take her to get that bullet hole fixed up because I'm sure as hell not using the fucking iron on her!" Connor yelled again.

"It was the only fucking way, Connor! We've got to do something!" Murphy yelled. He then took a deep breath and began speaking again, this time calmly. "Listen to me Con, it was the only way. I couldn't just leave her there"

"We'll take her home and ask Da what to do." Connor said. Murphy nodded and looked down at the girl he had just shot.

She had long dark brown hair and he had seen that she had very pretty brown eyes. She was quite a bit shorter than him and looked extremely fit. She was the typical picture of a mafia princess, except she looked innocent and sweet and from what Murphy could tell hated the family line of work.

Smoothing back her hair, Murphy cursed himself over and over for shooting her. He hoped that he had done the right thing by bringing her along, if not, there was no going back now.

AUTHORS NOTE:

So what do you guys think? This is my first attempt at a Boondock Saint's story and I just hope you all like it. I'm going to try to post more up tomorrow if there is any interest in it.

Please review, it's a great motivation for me.