"Lauren! Did you really have to call the man's mother a fat slut?" a frazzled girl grumbled in the corner.
Two girls were bound to separate poles in a musty cellar. They had just had a girl's night out that went really, really wrong. Two men had approached them at the bar and tried to get both girls to leave with them. After some grabbing and name calling, both girls were knocked out and woke up here.
The other girl huffed and riggled a bit in the ropes.
"That bastard tried to grab my ass. Besides, you slugging the fat one was probably not a great idea Jessie." Lauren said to the other girl.
Jessie scoffed trying to loosen her rope.
"He started it." Jessie prattled "Any luck?"
Lauren shook her head and moaned degrudgedly.
"These fuckers must have been in the boy scouts." Jessie replied darkly and then a jump was made "That or this isn't the first time they have done this."
"What I can't figure out is why they came up to us in the first place." Lauren said. "Don't you think it's a bit odd that they kept trying to get us to leave with them? What could they want with us?"
Heavy footsteps interrupted the girls and they both whispered "Shit." in unison. Both their captors appeared in the light and the fat one that Jessie had slugged earlier had a shiner forming on his right eye while the one that Lauren had insulted glared at both of them.
"Well ladies," the fat one said in a thick Italian accent. "You may be wondering why we brought you here."
Jessie couldn't help herself as she whinced at the pain from being jerked.
"You bet your fat ass we are" she grumbled.
The man glared and then stood in front of her. He swung his fist and it connected with her cheek with a solid thud!
"Watch your mouth!" he sneered.
Pain exploded in her cheek and her head was pulled to the side.
"OW!" she yelled.
Blood flew from her mouth with a thick line dripping out between her lips. Jessie looked back at him and spit the mouthful righ in his face. He went flying backwards and tried to wipe the blood from his face.
"You bitch!" he yelled.
He came flying at her, but he never made it as a muffled THEENK! echoed through the air. The man fell to the floor, holding his leg with blood seeping out of his leg.
"Holy shit!" Lauren yelled as the shot rang out in the small cellar.
Their other captor pulled out a small handgun, but before he could even aim he was shot in the chest and fell dead, right in front of Lauren.
"Fuck!" she jumped, wanting desperatly to throw up as she tried like hell to struggle against her rope. "Jessie! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, babe. I'm alright." Jessie said as her voice shook slightly, trying to pull on her ropes again.
The fat man writhed on the floor, not knowing what to do except yell and scream.
"Fuck! My leg! I've been shot in the leg!"
"No shit!" Lauren snapped angerly.
A small creek of the wooden stairs made her whorl her head around. She looked up to see 3 masked men enter the room with guns drawn. One ran to the bleeding fat man on the floor and sat him on his knees. He held the gun to the back of his head.
"Boys, check on the lasses." he said in a thick Irish accent.
Both of the other men nodded and separated to check on both girls. The one that approached Lauren knelt before her.
"Are you ok lass?" He had a thick Irish accent as well.
Lauren nodded. "I'm fine. My wrists are just messed up from this rope."
He nodded. He turned to the other man.
"Murph, toss me the knife!" He shouted at the other masked one.
The one kneeling before Jessie nodded and pulled a knife from his coat. He tossed it to the other man. The one called 'Murph' looked back to Jessie, with blue eyes looking slightly worried.
"How are ye lass?" he asked.
Jessie chuckled tiredly. "Been better. Who are you guys?"
The man smiled. "We'll tell you later. What's ye name?"
"Jessie. And you are Murph?" she asked, referring to when the other man said his name.
He nodded. "Aye. Murphy actually." He looked at her face. "You're tougher than ye look. Are ye Irish lass?" reffering to her pale skin.
Jessie laughed as her cheeks reddened. "Thirty percent. I'm also Scottish and Texan." she joked.
"Isn't that quite a violent combination." he laughed.
"Murph, heads up." the other man said as he tossed the knife back.
"I take it you guys are good. I hope." Lauren flashed a greatful smile.
"Aye lass. We are going to help ye, don't worry. What's ye name?" asked the nameless mask as the ropes went slack.
"Lauren. What's yours Baby Blue?" She asked with a tease, catching the eye color of the man as she held her bloody wrists tenderly close to her body.
A crooked smile filled the mask, "Connor"
"Piacere di conoscerti" Lauren smiled again and looked to Jessie, missing the astomished look on his face.
When the girls finally got a look at each other they both girls tried to get up, but their bodies just weren't having it from sitting on their knees for nearly 4 hours. Murphy and the other guy looked at them and each bent to help the other. Murphy picked up Jessie and brought her over to Lauren, while the other helped pull the girls legs out from under herself, with a few animated faces of pain on Lauren's part. When they came in arms length of each other, they started to check each other to make sure they were both ok.
"Damn honey." Lauren said looking at her swollen cheek. "You need to learn when to shut up." she laughed.
Jessie chuckled. "Never."
"Boys, it's time." said the man that had the fat man on his knees spoke.
Both men looked at each other and then they removed their ski masks. The one that had tended to Jessie had a pale baby face with dark brown hair. The one that was with Lauren was tanner and light blondish hair. They walked to the other man who had removed his mask as well. He was much older and had a grey-ish white beard and very tired eyes. He looked to the girls. "Close ye eyes, lasses."
All three men now had a gun trained on the back of the fat man's bald head and they began to speak in unison.
"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 Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spriritus Sancti."
With three of the same THEENK's, the fat man was no more. When the echoe's died down, neither Lauren nor Jessie didn't turn to see. They knew what they would find.
Jessie turned to Lauren after the long silence and said "What do we do now?"
The older man answered that for her. "You'll come with us lasses. If these men came after ye, it won't be safe for ye to be alone."
"They never told us what they wanted with us. Who are these guys?" Lauren asked, pointing behind them, slightly scared.
Murphy replied, "Mafia under bosses. And what they wanted with ye, we are going to find out."
Jessie was confused. "The Mafia? Are you serious?"
The older man said, "Aye lasses and ye can call me Da, by the way," he smiled warmly.
Lauren couldn't help but smile back. "I am Lauren and this is Jessie."
They all three smiled. "We had better get going. Help them up boys" Da said.
As four of the five started their way up the stairs, the one straggler stopped them in their tracks.
"Hold your asses guys!" Lauren barked
6 baby-blues and 2 chocolate brown eyes shot her way and scowled confusedly at the odd-ball hazel eyes.
"Wha's the problem, lass?" asked the lighter haired man, as he descended a few steps.
"The problem is hanging from your hands," Lauren scoffed, pointing at the silenced barrette.
All three men looked to their armed hands and back to Lauren, not seeming to see what the lady was talking about.
"Jesus Christ," Lauren grumbled, "Jessie, a little help please,"
There was a pause as the taller of the five thought about what the second tallest was talking about. Jessie stepped down and stood next to Lauren as she looked at what her friend was seeing and it finally downed on her.
"There's a bar upstairs, guys. You can't be waltzing up there guns out in the open! The whole place will go crazy!" Jessie emphasized with broad hand gestures.
"Thank you," Lauren spoke to Jessie and stared at the men matter-of-factly.
The men still stood, staring wide eyed at the two.
"In other words put the guns away," Lauren started when they didn't say anything.
Still they didn't move.
"Put the fucking guns away, gentlemen! Or we'll make you put them away!" Lauren spat, her patience finally waning thin.
The three jumped at Lauren's out burst and started looking for a place to hide their weapons.
When they first came in through the bar, the guys were moving too fast for anyone to realize that they had any firearms on them. People were probably thinking that it was just a bunch of pissed off boyfriends looking for someone to beat, but now that there wasn't any hurry they were just going to walk out.
As they searched for hiding spots on their person, the men soon figured out that the guns couldn't be hid properly with the long silencers attacked to the ends. Jessie and Lauren saw their dilemma. They rolled their eyes and motioned for the men to give them the silencers. They were hesitant.
"What are we going to do?" Jessie asked sarcastically, "Flog you with them? We can do more damage with a bottle of whisky than a piece of metal,"
Finally the men gave in and handed the girls the parts. Jessie slid her pant leg up, showing the calf-high combat boots that laced all the way up and stuck the silencer into the shoe. Lauren on the other hand took her brown hair out of her ponytail and let it fall past her shoulder, shaking it out.
"Oh so sexy," Jessie purred playfully.
Lauren rolled her eyes, but smirked anyway.
"You think that's sexy, watch this," Lauren countered.
As she took one of the silencers from Jessie, Lauren reached for the back of her bra with both hands. Her already buxom chest stuck out farther then humanly comfortable as she kept reaching back. Lauren saw the men's faces turn a light shade of pink as they looked away, while Jessie just stood there; She had to chuckle at them all. While Lauren was messing with her bra, she slid the cylindrical tube of metal under the band and the silencer settled itself comfortable in between her shoulder blades. Lauren fiddled with her hair a little more to cover the bulge of the silencer at the base of her neck.
"You have no shame, do you?" Jessie inquired as she handed Lauren the other silencer.
"Nope, not at all," Lauren answered as she slid the last one down the hip of her jeans, "Nice shoes by the way,"
"Really? Thanks. They were on sale," Jessie smiled as their little act of being girly made them both chuckle.
As the girls looked up to the men, there was silence from the three on the stairs.
"Well, come on guys. Lets get the hell out of here," Jessie shooed them up the stairs.
Again the men were startled into action and all Jessie and Lauren could do was chuckle. Lauren was the first to go up as Jessie raced to a wall and grabbed a bottle of wine, popping the cork with a quick jerk and dumping half of it onto the floor. Lauren waited as Jessie came up next to her and they both went up to one of the younger men and grabbed an arm, swaying a little drunkenly. The boys didn't say anything as they entered the smoke filled room of the dark bar and made their way through the crowd. Lauren couldn't help herself, if she was going to act like a drunk she was going to sound like a drunk.
"Jessie-Baby! Hand tha' stuffs this'ah way, Sweets!" Lauren called over the roar of the crowd, reaching annoyingly over Connor and Murphy to get the bottle.
Jessie smiled, almost seeming high as she handed the bottle over. Just as Lauren was about to take a swig of the bottle a burly hand shot out and grabbed her by the upper arm, sending a wave of shock through her body as she jumped. Lauren's scanning eyes landed on a skinny looking man with a beer-gut with bloodshot eyes. He was beyond drunk.
"What's ah purrty lookin' Gal like yoo doin' wit dees bunch ah loozers?" the man slurred painfully.
But instead of answering, Lauren just brushed off the hand and they were on their way again, but that man wasn't giving up.
"Ay! Wha's you problem? Fuck you! Yoo couldn't handle dis if yoo wanted too SweetPea!" The man bellowed and Lauren stopped in her tracks, pulling everyone else to a halt
"Oh Shit!" Jessie started, smiling wickedly.
"What did you call me?" Lauren spun around to the drunk, letting go of Connor's arm.
"You're going to get it now," Jessie warned the drunken man, not seeming to care.
"I asked you a question!" Lauren yelled, bloodlust seeping out with her words.
Lauren was right up in the man's face before anyone could stop her.
"Oi! Lass!" Murphy started and the brothers started to go after her, but Jessie grabbed their arms to hold them back. They both looked at her with an asking look of why she was doing this and Jessie just chuckled.
"Just watch," Jessie said simple, pointing to Lauren.
As they turned around Lauren had already dumped the other half of the wine on top of the man's head and smashed the bottle against the bar. Everyone one in the bar was either cheering or sucking in a breath of shock. Just as Lauren took a few steps back, burly men stood up to defend the now-wet drunk. There was about 4 of them.
"Aren't yeh goin' to help 'er?" Lauren heard one of the Irish men ask.
"20 bucks on you Lauren!" was all Jessie said for the answer.
Lauren just smiled and stuck out her tongue at Jessie as her answer. So juvenile, but this was their form of entertainment. As the 4 men backed her up, Lauren angled herself to the bar. Just as she felt the wood of the counter hit her back the men were about five feet away. One lunged towards her fast, but not fast enough that Lauren couldn't reach behind the bar and grab two bottles of cheap vodka and smash them on the side of the man's head. The bottles shattered and all hell broke loose as the other three ran towards her. Lauren bobbed and weaved out of the way of a punch and dunked down, taking her leg and sweeping out in a big arch. A man's legs were gone from out for underneath himself and he fell face first onto the floor. As Lauren stood up, another came after her and she turned the bottle around in her hand, jamming her fist and the neck of the bottle into the man's stomach. He doubled over and threw up as he fell. One more left and he was standing there with a scared look on his face. As Lauren turned the bottle back around in her hand, she looked to him and smiled evilly.
"You're turn," Lauren hissed for only the man to hear as she walked an extra foot to him.
Before the man could move, Lauren swung a long leg up and around into a full round-house kick and it landed right onto the side of the man's face, sending him flying to the side.
"That one was for you Jessie!" Lauren called.
"Thanks babe!" Jessie called back, but when she saw the man sneaking up on Lauren, she changed her tone. "Oh no you don't motherfucker!" she exclaimed, taking off and running towards him. She tackled him to the floor, pinning him there.
Lauren turned just as Jessie had him on the floor and laughed. Jessie grinned, looking up. "You didn't think I would let you have all the fun did you?" She turned the man over and punched him right in the nose. "Asshole!"
The brothers were really starting to wonder what they had gotten themselves into with these two little spitfires. They had pretty much proved that they could take down grown men without a problem. Da, on they other hand, was smiling on the inside. He believed that his boys had finally met their matches.
Both girls stood side by side to observe their mayhem. The cops would be showing up shortly, so it was a good idea to bail. "Ready?" Jessie asked.
"Yup yup." Lauren laughed. They both took off towards the boys and their Da. "Time to skirt it guys" Lauren said. The 5 made their way through the dense crowd to the bar's front doors. Once they were out in the chilling Boston air, the girls remembered that the men that had taken them had taken their jackets to search for stuff.
They looked and saw Murphy and Conner shrugging out of their coats. Murphy wrapped his around Jessie and Connor did the same to Lauren. Both girls couldn't help but giggle a thank you. "Won't you be cold guys?" Jessie asked.
"Na." Connor said. "You lasses are practically in nothing."
Both Lauren and Jessie blushed. "Yeah, we kinda do that alot." Lauren laughed.
Murphy chuckled. "Besides our apartment is really close. So we shouldn't be out too long."
The girls followed instep with the three. The brothers had pulled out cigarettes and smoked as they walked. They stayed relatively quiet. Reaching an old run down building, the men held the rickety door open so the girls could enter. Heading up the stairs, the 5 reached the door to the 3 men's apartment. Da slipped a key into the door and it clicked. He pushed it open, the others following in.
"Make yourselves at home." Da said. Connor and Murphy slipped into the kitchen, while the girls took in their surroundings.
The walls were a dingy white and the carpet was gray and dirty. They were filled ashtrays and empty beer cans all over. The furniture was sparse, with only a small couch and 2 chairs. A small TV with a wire antenna topped it all off. Lauren and Jessie slipped off the coats and hung them up on the hooks.
Jessie whispered, "You think it could use a woman's touch?"
Lauren chuckled. "Dear god yes."
The boys left the kitchen, both with beer cans. Murphy asked, "Would ye guys want one?"