Alright, my take on Boondock Saints. So let me know what ya think. Yes for Trixie shes got a slight southern accent so her YA is different from the boys YA lol :) And I have read many Boondock Saints stories where they have a very heavy accent, but I don't know how to write the Irish accent like that and do it justice at the same time. So please excuse me, you will notice as the story goes, it might get a bit more heavy like the others but a I don't want to over use the accent or make it just really unreal you know? So if you can excuse that then please go ahead and enjoy! :)

Her boots clicked on the ground, sending vibrating noises as she walked through the less than crowded bar. She sighed, right before she turned into the less than welcomed bathroom. She never liked these trashy bars and she never liked being over on this side of town either, much less the company she was with, never liked him much either. But like any good pet, she couldnt run, couldn't leave or fight back…shed never forget that again. Glancing into the mirror she noticed the bruise on her neck was starting to fade, thank god its only been four days, and as she checked her concealer under her eye she was happy that the cut there was not seen either, of course the superglue helped to hold it together so she didn't have to get stitches. Always be prepared for anything baby girl, her father always told her that and during her travels with her mother she learned a lot from the different countries. She was happy, very happy that her ancestors never had to deal with people like she does.

"Come on bitch! We aint got all night, this place is hell, were going somewhere new!" She sighed before rolling her eyes and walking out to her man…abusier…bastard, any other name just didn't seem to fit. He wasn't a boyfriend, he wasn't a lover…she really hated even admitting that he had been in her. But she couldnt call him any of those either, only sir.

"Yes sir. Do I please you?" She gritted her teeth, he smiled at her after looking her over.

"Ya gonna learn now huh? That's right bitch. Come on, our friend out there knows of another bar down the road, near the broken down side of town."

"near the Russians!" She was instantly alerted, he had tried to sell her to their mob boss one night in a drunken stupor.

"Yeah, might see someone there you know huh?" She bowed her head, she had spoken out of turn and his evil glare told her that. Even though he answered, when the smack came to her face and hard she quivered before biting her tongue and holding herself up. "Now let that lesson remind you never to talk out. Understood?"

"Yes….Yes sir!" She covered her face immediately as he chuckled and shook his head, grabbing her upper arm and snatching her out from the bathroom and into the front room. She smiled, she was happy to be in front of people, he didn't do much to her there, but his grip never loosened as he shoved her into the sleek black Mercedes and slammed the door. She moved to get comfortable in the seat when someone reached up and around her to run his hands over her breast. She yelped but kept still, if she fought back and he didn't like that he would hit her for it too. His friends shared a bit in what he had, just never fully, which was one reasons she never treated him badly, because if he unleashed the dogs on her, she knew shed be begging for death. When he got into the drivers seat through he took out his knife quickly and went to stab the guy who was touching her, he snatched his hands back quickly though before he got the seat right next to her head.

"Hands off! For the night, shes not to be touched. She behaved herself, give her room." He winked to her, like he was doing something for her and wanted her to know, which in all honesty she knew was right. His two goons in the back backed off fo her immediately and she relaxed a bit, slinking into the leather seats and turning to him. She was a bit more relaxed, now that they wouldnt touch her, but as they pulled into the sleazy part of town where the Russians were trying to take over she tensed up again.

"What is it with this broad and her nerves? Got me nervous Dan, does she think Papa Joe gonna let us get hit or something?" She turned and glanced to one of the goons in the back when he, Dan, turned to glare at him.

"Shove it Matthew, Papa Joe isn't like that and the Russians aren't either, you know this. Don't talk again unless talked to got it!" Matthew nodded as Dan glanced to the girl and smiled before nodding to the bar that they were now parked in front of. "Ready darling?" She glanced up to the sign for the bar, McGinty's. Huh, weird name for a bar on the Russians side of town.

"Yeah." She contuined to look at the bar, a deathly silence covering the car before she caught her mistake, wanting to turn to look at him before she felt it. He gripped her head from behind, tangling his hands into her hair and slamming her face into the glass.

"What bitch!"

"Yes…sir. Yes sir!" She spit blood out as she felt her nose, it was defiantly going to bruise if not already broken. Looking to the glass she was surprised it wasn't cracked or broke when he got out, letting his two goons out with him before he walked over to her door and opened it for her. That was the thing about him though, when he hurt her because of her slip ups, he would show that he could be sweet but she knew it was to fool the others into thinking that it was an accident.

"Lets ee what this place is all about eh?" Dan walked in, holding the door for her and glancing around as she wiped the back of her hand over her nose. "Go to the bathroom, clean yourself up and get back out here do ya hear me woman?" She nodded before walking up to the bartender, an old kindly looking man, and smiling the best she could. Glancing to Dan he nodded, telling her she could talk to him, then looked back to the old man.

"Excuse me, I had an accident, is there a bathroom I can use?" The old man looked up and smiled, suddenly frowning before he nodded and stammered to her.

"Back in th-th-th-the side. Fuck!" She jumped back a bit, felling her back hit into something hard and she flinched as a hand gripped her shoulder and held her steady.

"Stand still lass, yer not gonna fall." She turned to see a tall man behind her, smiling his brilliant white teeth her way as she shivered and nodded before he caught sight of her nose and frowned a bit.

"Murph, what are ye doing brother?" She turned to see another guy, he looked like the first one, Murph?

"Getting the drinks ya fuck."

"Seems to me ya flirting with this here lass, hi there. Ya new 'round here?" She turned to this new guy, still in shock that someone other than her 'man' was talking to her but when the new guy caught sight of her face as well he frowned and turned to the old bartender.

"D-d-don't loo-o-o-ok at me guys. She ca-a-ame in that wa-a-ay. Ass!" She flinched as the two guys around her looked to each other about what to do but before they could do a thing a hand gripped her upper arm and pulled her to a solid foundation, her 'mans' chest, as he glared at these two, apparent brothers.

"Trixie, I said to get cleaned ya clumsy woman and not stall. Lets go." He drug her to the back, where he had overheard the bartender tell her the bathrooms were, and as she glanced back to these brothers she noticed they shared a similar look, something evil and unhappy, as they eyed the way her 'man' was holding onto her. Flinching again as he twisted her around to face him sharply and roughly before shoving her backwards into the bathroom she caught one more glimpse of the frist guy that she bumped into seeming as if he was going to go to her rescue, but his brother held him back. Who would want to recuse her anyways, she was just a pet after all.