She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade
Is she dreaming
what I'm thinking
Is she the mother of all bombs
gonna detonate
Is she trouble
like I'm trouble
make it a double
She sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings this liberation
that I just can't define
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous.
Lyric's and song above by Green Day, I do not own The Boondock Saints or any of their characters, I only own Victoria, Hannah and Dean.
Connor leaned back in his chair and took as deep drag from his cigarette as he rolled the plan around in his head.
"If Roc is right, then we need ta' do this tonight," He said turning his head to his twin, who sat dutifully by his side.
"Aye," Murphy agreed as he lit a cigarette for himself before throwing the packet of matches on the table amongst the empty beer bottles.
"Of course I'm right!" Rocco shouted as he fell back onto a chair opposite the table to the saints, "The Yakavetta's have been trying to find out where this guy lives for years and now they know! We go in, wait with this guy and kill the motherfuckers that try to get at him."
"Why are they afta' him?" Murphy asked as he took his cig from his lips and blew smoke over the table.
"This guy, Dean, a decade or so ago his dad finds a girl that been raped by a mafia dog so he sets her up some place nice, with a job where the mafia can't find her. Now this Dean guy is doing the same and he's pissing off a lot of people, I mean they can't fucking scare people if they're being moved out of the city can they?"
"So you think they'll be after him tonight?" Connor asked, rolling his cigarette between his fingers before returning it to his mouth.
"Either tonight or tomorrow," Rocco nodded enthusiastically, "Look I don't know him personally, but I know his sister, they'll fucking ice her first to send a message and she's one of the only women I can actually stand."
Murphy smirked, "We best be goin' then."
The three departed, Connor driving in the direction that Rocco had specified. Murphy slouched in the passenger seat, content with the afternoon breeze blowing in through the window, this job symbolized the reasons why Connor and he did this job, destroy evil so innocence and good could flourish and if Rocco was right, as he always was, this guy Dean showed everything they were fighting for by protecting victims from being attacked again.
They parked up across the street from a fair sized house, its lawn cut and fences painted in a way that signified pride of presentation rather than anal cleaning tendencies.
"Hey Roc," Connor started as the three got out of the car, all tapping where their guns were hidden out of habit, "I meant to ask, since this guy can hide all these people, how would he finance such a thing?"
Rocco shrugged, his messy hair moving with his shoulders, "From what his sisters told me he's either a hotshot lawyer or some kind ah business man."
"So it's all legit?" Murphy asked as they crossed the road and simply walked up to the house, all feeling slightly out in the open when Rocco nodded in confirmation and then knocked on the door.
The three men turned, ready to whip out their guns, when the door opened.
"Hello," the small voice greeted timidly. Connor, who was stood in front of the other two men, smiled at the young girl at the front door, her long blonde hair was pulled back with a blue ribbon that matched her eyes and dungarees.
"Now don't tell me a wee little lass such as yourself is home alone," Connor smiled and the girl giggled and blushed.
"No," she told them, "My aunt is here," the girls eyes fell on Rocco and she raised her small hand and waved, "Hi strange man."
Rocco rolled his eyes slightly, the kid was cute but she could never quite understand he was the funny man not the strange man, not that either of the MacManus brothers cared as they sniggered at their friends expense.
"Hannah?" A soft but authoritative voice came from further inside the house, "I see you didn't remember what I told you about not answering the door on your own."
Hannah looked over her shoulder, obviously being caught out by the person somewhere in the house. "Hurry strange man." Hannah commanded with as much authority as a little girl could manage. Rocco and the brothers followed her into the house with Murphy silently checking over his shoulder for mafia spies.
After shutting the front door behind them, the men stood behind the small girl awkwardly in the hallway. On either side where entrances to rooms, one which looked to be the dining room and another to be the living room. Directly in front of them stood the stairs and at the top, balanced on the edge, was a mattress.
"Auntie Vic!" Hannah smiled when a slim built woman came to the top of the stairs and stood beside the mattress. The woman was dressed in ripped blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt with her tresses of brown hair falling over her shoulders and ending just above her breasts. With eyes that matched Hannah's the woman glared down at the twins before her eyes landed on Rocco and she smiled.
"Afternoon Rocco," the woman greeted with a small smile before turning her attentions to Hannah who was running up the stairs before she threw herself down on the mattress.
"Is Dean in?" Rocco asked as the woman as she herself climbed onto the mattress and sat behind Hannah.
"Nope, I'm babysitting," she smiled.
"Oh is that what that is?" Rocco grumbled sarcastically. The brunette woman scowled at him as she leaned back so her hands touched the wooden floor behind the mattress, "No, this is mattress surfing, idiot."
Hannah giggled loudly as her aunt pushed them away from the top of the stairs and the pair came flying down aboard the mattress, both smiling and laughing all the way.
Murphy caught himself staring at the brunette but made no effort to stop himself as he watched her tickle the little girl before walking to stand in front of himself and Connor.
"Since we aren't introduced," she smiled at the twins and held her hand out, "I'm Victoria and you are?" Like the majority of the time, Connor took the lead and introduced himself and Murphy to her.
"So what is it you need?" Victoria asked and Murphy smirked, this woman was straight to business.
"Is there somewhere we can talk so the wee one won't hear us?" Connor asked.
"Are you the so-called saints that attacked that, er, adult entertainment place?" she asked one slender eyebrow raised. Murphy, while chewing his thumb nail, nodded to her realizing that she didn't want to say porn or sex in front of the little girl.
"Okay," Victoria sighed, "Hannah why don't you get your colouring book and go play in the living room?"
The little girl nodded and went to fetch her crayons. In no time at all the adults were sat around the table in the kitchen, each with a beer, where they could keep an eye on Hannah through the doorway. "I'm glad to see you're in better company Rocco," Victoria told him.
"Look, Vic, Papa Joe knows that Dean lives here or at least he fucking will know by tomorrow." Rocco told her.
Victoria watched silently as Murphy and Connor both rolled a cigarette and began to smoke.
"So I'm guessing he's sending someone over to deal with us." Victoria stated, not as a question since she already knew. Victoria glanced up to watch Murphy nod, their eyes connecting for a moment and Victoria saw the sincerity within them he wanted to help them.
"So what would you suggest?" Victoria asked, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Other than getting the fuck outta' here?" Rocco snapped.
Victoria sighed and pinched her brow, "Can't Dean doesn't get back from his case until the day after tomorrow. I'll see if someone can take care of Hannah for a bit, I wanna be here when they come."
"Are you fuckin' insane?" Murphy asked, as he watched the woman, who had got them all a beer but not touched her own as though she wanted to be completely coherent in case something happened. Connor watched as his twin stared at the woman, at least she wasn't scared, none of the men would have been able to handle a scared or hysterical woman so it seemed they had been luckily enough to actually find a strong woman.
"No, I'm not insane," She told them curtly, "I want to be here to make sure those mother fuckers don't take someone else from my family."
Connor opened his mouth to answer her but was interrupted by a sniff and a small voice, "You can't go, you promised daddy."
They turned to Hannah, who stood in the doorway, paper clutched in her tiny hands.
"I was just telling our guests I'm not going anywhere sweetie," Victoria told her as she gestured for the girl to join her. Hannah skipped forward and clambered onto her aunt's lap and put her picture on the table before straightening it out with her small hands.
"What you got there?" Connor asked and leaned over slightly, since he was sat beside Victoria anyway, to observe the four people the girl had scribbled with a brown circle in the middle.
"It's you," Hannah told him as she pointed at the black triangular figure and then to the green oval shape with brown lines coming from the top, "That's Auntie Vic," then she pointed to the black stick man with brown scribbles around its head, "That's strange man," and finally she pointed to a smaller triangular stick man, "and that's him." She declared happily as she pointed at the amused Murphy.
"And this?" Connor asked, pointing to the brown circle in the middle of them.
"That's the table silly!" Hannah giggled before sliding off her Aunts lap and making her way to the fridge.
Victoria looked up, her previous anger forgotten as her eyes locked with Murphy's and she smiled.
"I'll put it on the fridge in a bit," Victoria smiled when she noticed her niece struggling, "Why don't you go and do another picture while I talk."
Hannah nodded and wondered off once more.
Connor rubbed his hand across his face and sighed, "Right, we'll stay here for the night –"
"Oh will you?" Victoria asked but was ignored.
"We'll stay here see if those fuckers come along, if not we'll go and come back tomorra' night." Connor decided, both Rocco and Murphy nodding in agreement and ignoring Victoria's opinions.
"Fine," she grumbled, rising to a stand and calling Hannah who wondered in rubbing her eyes that were heavy with sleep.
"Say g'night," Victoria told her niece, who yawned and waved before Victoria took her hand and guided her up the stairs to change her for bed.
"So we wait for this cock suckers and then we kill them all, right?" Rocco asked, his wild hair bouncing slightly.
"That's the plan anyway." Murphy confirmed as he rolled the cigarette around his lips.
"Maybe with a bit o fun too ay Murph?" Connor laughed, nudging his brother with his elbow.
Murphy raised an eyebrow at his brother so Connor continued, "Don't think I didn't see ya' checking that bit a stuff."
"Fuck off," Murphy said shaking his head and taking a swig of his beer. They hushed when they heard someone coming down the stairs, Connor's hand coming to rest on his gun out of habit.
Victoria appeared in doorway, folded her arms and leant against the frame.
"If one of you strong men want to help me get that mattress back up in the guest room, then I can set it up for you guys." Victoria fluttered her eyelashes in jest and in turn Rocco rolled his eyes, no matter how sweet she pretended to be Victoria was deadly with any object, sharp or blunt.
"Aye, Murph will help ya," Connor smirked, leaning back in his chair and shooting Murphy a look, "Wont ye?"
"Aye," Murphy sighed as he stood up and stubbed his cigarette out on the table before following Victoria into the hallway, giving his twin the finger as he followed her.
Victoria crouched down at one of the longest sides of the mattress and attempted to lift it up onto its side but could only get half way before she slipped on the hard wood floor and slid underneath the mattress and it began to fall back down onto her. With a laugh, Murphy darted forwards and grabbed hold of the top of the mattress before it fell onto the bewildered woman on the floor.
"You okay down there?" Murphy smirked down at her as he effortlessly held the mattress on its side.
"Laugh and I'll kill you," Victoria warned as she glared up at him.
"Oh really?" Murphy smirked, "And whats to stop me lettin' go ah this?" he wobbled the mattress slightly.
"Because I'm lovely and you don't want to spend all night waking up worrying what evil things I could be writing on you while you're asleep." Victoria told him, her smirk matching his own playful expression.
Without a rebuttal to hand, since when arguing with Connor it simply turned into a fist fight not a game of wits, Murphy held the mattress up so there was enough room for the young woman to right herself.
"Right come on then," She smiled as she brushed herself down as though she'd never fallen and embarrassed herself in front of the Irish man and stepped forward so that she could take the end of the mattress that would let her walk forwards up the stairs.
Victoria and Murphy maneuvered the mattress up the stairs and into the spare bedroom before throwing it down onto one of the two beds in the room. Murphy glanced around, just this spare room had more class than the flat that he and Connor shared, it had two single beds and a window that looked out onto the front garden.
"What's the matter?" Victoria asked the young man, "Is it not up to your tastes?"
Murphy shook his head, "Nah, it's nice." He assured her.
Victoria smiled at him, "Well there's these two bed for you and your brother, I'm directly across the hall on the left of my room is the bathroom and the right is Hannah's room, so you know where we are if you need anything."
"Oh, Miss," Murphy started stepping forward to stop her leaving as she turned away.
"Victoria," she smiled as she turned back around to face him.
"What about Rocco?" Murphy asked as he willed away the heat in his cheeks, he didn't need to go down stairs with red cheeks and have Connor ragging on him.
Victoria smiled, "Well there's always the floor." She smiled once more, the mischievous glint in her eyes encouraging a smile from Murphy. With one last glance she left for her own bedroom.
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