The Double Mob Job
Chapter One: Warning
I was once again running down the street. My father and brother were chasing me, but this was no family game. My father headed the Irish mob here in Boston; my brother would be taking over in a few years. My mother on the other hand ran the Russian mob, well she was married to the guy that headed it; not my biological father. I had won some kind of lottery and not the kind one wants to win. I wanted no part of this life even though I was never bothered by the other crooks on the street. I wanted to go to college, get a good job with no mob ties. I wanted my own life. Most of all I wanted control of my own body; I wanted my father and brother to act the way family was supposed to.
My desperation to escape had blinded me to what was in front of me. I didn't need to see where I was going; I knew this path by heart. I was going into my third mile stretch of this run, grateful that I was on the track team when I crashed into someone. Both of us fell to the ground, tangled in each other for a moment. "I am so sorry sir, I was not paying attention." I looked up and to my surprise saw Eliot Spencer. "Well long time no see Eliot," I said getting to my feet and offering him my hand.
"Yes it has been awhile hasn't it?" He had a faint smile on his face as I pulled him to his feet. He was the one who taught me how to fight. "What are you running from this time?"
"Dad and Conall," I said in a tone that was suggesting I was tired of this. "And the rest of the crew," I added as an afterthought. I looked to him, hopeful for a minute. I needed his help once again. "I could use a hand getting out of this one," I said as we were both surrounded. We both moved so that we were back to back at an angle so our arms were just slightly touching.
"I didn't think you needed help Fallon," he replied with a hint of a smile. I growled slightly at my name. It meant the leader's daughter, while my brother's name meant the powerful wolf. He did have a dogged persistence.
FALLON!" My father yelled sharply, his Irish accent thick. "Come here!"
"No father! I am done playing your sick little game, I…Want…Out!"
"Sure you say that now that your boyfriend is behind you, someone to have your back." My brother was now taking jabs at me. I gave a small snort of laughter. I had no idea what my relationship stasis was with Eliot but we certainly weren't dating.
"Oh I wasn't aware we were dating, were you Eliot?" I asked my tone light and clearly showing my amusement.
"No, I didn't darlin', it's news to me." His tone matched mine, letting me know that even though I couldn't see his face that he was smiling.
"We'll finish this later Fallon, you will pay." With that my father turned his back on me and walked away, a few seconds later the rest of the crew followed.
"Yeah, like you don't punish me every single day," I muttered under my breath. I knew I was back to back with one of the few that could help me, but I wasn't sure I was ready to tell him. I mean he had taught me three forms of self-defense. What would he think of me when he found out what my father and brother were doing to me? I was supposed to be seen as strong. My mother's husband headed the Russian mob and my father headed the Irish mob, how could I not be strong?
"Hey, you all right?" Eliot asked his very faint southern accent calming.
I took a deep breath and let my chin drop so it was on my chest, "a long way from it I'm afraid." I felt a hand brush my long dark hair that had twinges of red in it out of my face.
"Anything I can do sweetheart?"
"I'm sure there's plenty that you can do I'm just not ready to talk about it. I need one more thing from my father, the last nail in his coffin before I go for outside help." Out of the corner of my eye I saw him nod.
One Year Later
I was now twenty two years old. My home life hadn't improved in anyway, in fact I was close to going to live on the streets, just to get away but I would have to go across state lines. As soon as I got the chance I was so gone. "Fallon Brianna Paternack Brennan!" I heard my father yell. Brennan was my dad's name, while Paternack was my mother's maiden name. It offered me protection on the streets. Unfortunately the streets weren't what I needed protection from.
I replied in Irish, "Cad?" (what?")
"Tar anseo tá mé post ar do shon ." (Come here I have a job for you.) I grumbled to myself, I was always having to do his dirty work. I knocked on the door to his office. He only grunted in response so I came in. He didn't even look up from his paper work as he spoke to me, "I want you to kill Eliot Spencer." He slipped into English so I also replied in English.
I felt my jaw drop, "Are you nuts? Other assassins are afraid of him. I will not do this job."
"You will do this job, as a lesson not to get close to an outsider," my father said looking at me, his dark eyes dead and cold. This was my punishment for having him help me that day.
"You hired him to teach me to fight! I will not do this, and you can't make me." With that I walked out of the room heading for the little pub that Nathan Ford lived above and it was an Irish pub, how ironic. It was a long walk, but it would give me time to lose my tail of my brother and his best friend. An hour later I was sitting in a dark corner at the pub, a table facing the door so I could see who came in and out.
I had only been sitting for a few minutes when a young waitress came up to me, "What can I get you honey?" She was young, about my age, 20 years old, a deep tan, dark short hair, thin, and drop dead gorgeous.
"Eliot Spencer," I replied shortly. She walked away and through the door I was sitting next to. Five minutes later the same waitress came out the door followed by Eliot.
"How'd you know where to find me darlin'?" he asked sitting down with his back to the door.
"Anyone who needs help in this town knows where to find you and your team, but that is not why I'm here. I come with a warning; my father has put a hit out on you. He tried to get me to do it little over an hour ago. I won't don't it, so he will try to find someone else." At that moment my brother walked in with his bud. When I saw them I easily slipped into Hebrew. "We have company."
He too replied in Hebrew, understanding the need not to have someone eaves dropping, "Who?"
"My brother and his best friend, Braden."
"Braden Boyle?" he asked in a whisper as the two men drew closer. I nodded. I watched his blue eyes unfocus as he was thinking something through. "And do you also come for my help?"
"Not yet, I have everything I need from my father and brother, but I am not ready to talk. And your accent sucks," I added smiling and making sure my voice was a joking tone.
He smiled, "So I have been told. So if I may ask, why did you refuse the job?" We continued to speak in Hebrew, whispering as my brother was sitting two tables over, eaves dropping.
"Are you serious?" I asked. "I don't have to tell you the kind of fear your name can inspire amongst hit men. And do you really think that I would kill the man that gave me a reason to live? You changed everything for me, taught me to get up and fight." He may not know about my home life, but when I was younger my father had hired him to teach me how to fight, and teach me a few other languages of which included Hebrew and Arabic.
I watched a confused look cross his face. I knew he had done a lot of bad things in the past, but I was guessing he wasn't used to hearing he had completely changed someone's life for the better. "I did all of that? How?"
"Once I tell you what my family has been, is doing to me, you will understand. I just wanted to give you the heads up before I disappear. I am now on his hit list that I have come to warn you about."
"I can help you," he said concern in his voice.
I shook my head, "I'll take you up on that offer someday, but not today. If I should ever need to get ahold of you, is there a certain way I should do that?" I asked sad that I would be walking away from my only friend. How sad was it my only and best friend in this world was once a hit man?
He pulled something out of his back pocket and slid it across the table. It was a business card, "here," he said.
I picked it up and fingered it like it was my most precious treasure and in a way it was. "Thank you, take care of yourself and I hope to see you soon." I slipped the card into my pocket and stood at the same time he did. I pulled him into a hug and hung on tightly. His arms were also around me quite tightly. In his arms I felt safe, something I wasn't used to when I was hugged by others or even touched. "I'll miss you," I said. I was still speaking in Hebrew as now my brother was watching real close.
"I'll miss you too, and you take care of yourself. Life on the streets isn't easy. Do you have a way to get ahold of me if you need me?" He was now looking me in the eye and I could see the concern in his eyes, his hands on my shoulders.
"Not yet, but by the time I walk out this door my brother and his friend are going to be short a few items. Well at least in the way of weapons. I'll have the rest of what I need by sunset."
He just nodded and said, "if you plan on disappearing you better go, I'll hold them off for a minute or two."
With that I gave him one last hug and murmured in his ear in English, "thank you." With that I walked into my brother and Braden, bumping into them as I pulled their revolvers out of the inside coat pockets. Thankfully they didn't notice, nor did anyone else. I walked out the door hearing a commotion start. My first stop was the atm, to clean out my account before it was closed out, well get out as much as I could, then go to the bank for the rest.
I couldn't go home; I would be putting my life in danger. I was already raped quite brutally almost every night by my father and brother. My mother was an absent presence in my life, but I had learned Russian because I did have run ins from time to time with the Russian mob. I did have my mother's maiden name as my second to last name, so people knew exactly who I was.
When I finally reached the atm next to a sports store I took out what I could of my $9,950. I had been saving and some of it had been given to me. That was all I had to get by on till I had gathered evidence of what my father and brother were doing. After getting what I could from the atm I bought a duffle bag at the sports store and ran to the bank. I had luckily made it in time and managed to get the last 9k plus fifty out. I put the money into the duffle bag and cut up my debit card.
I was going off the grid. I just hoped I wouldn't have to stay there for long. As I left the bank I took mental stock of what I would absolutely need for this little disappearing act I was going to pull. I would have to buy a few things before I could disappear, one of which would be a bus ticket.
