Kyla felt them behind her she always knew when someone was following her a gift she'd inherited from her father.

Making a sharp and rash turn down the first alley she waited behind a dumpster for her travelers to follow. She heard their footsteps closing in slowly she cocked her gun and jumped out.

"Fuck me!" she heard a shocked Irish accent yelling at her.

"What the fuck Kyla ye don't just go pulling guns on people like that" she could tell it was Connor

"Normal sane people don't follow me at night" she retorted giving them a coy glance.

"What do you two want from me?" she asked frustrated.

"Just come home your da's worried bout ya" Connor looked to his brother as if for backup

"Yeah I mean he's walking round your house like a lost puppy" he added pausing for a moment contemplating his words

"Thanks but my dad is fine, If you want to know what happened I'll tell yeah" they nodded

"Fine but this is on ya then" he stated angry and running out the back door.

Kyla waited knew it would be moments before they would knock the door open breaking the lock. It would be the 7th time her father would have to repair it.

There was a knock at the door another knock then a slam she waited at the kitchen table gun pointed at the archway smoke dangling from her teeth.

"I'm in here boys" she yelled keeping her shot steady.

Three of them tall bald tattooed just like all the other uncles and great uncles come for revenge so she couldn't fight the next day. She knew her classmates were pussies she also knew they were scared of her, something she always used to her advantage.

The tallest pulled his gun out pointing it at her she didn't lower hers.

"This is how it's going to work bitch. You're going to put your gun down and tell us where they are. Make things easy on yourself, we would want to hurt such a pretty girl like you" smirked the tallest boy, winking at Kyla.

Kyla smirk grew,

"boys, boys, boys, you should know by now that the only way you are going to get any sort of submission out of me is over my dead body, and boys I'm still breathing,"

Snapping her arm out she snagged his gun and quickly unloaded the full clip...

Kicking out her foot she knocked two boys down the tallest who she knew was Aleksandr 's Uncle Sasha came running after her shooting at her back. The bullets grazed her she could feel the burning.

She fell to the ground in an instant she was surrounded.

"Stupid cunt" the short one cursed spitting on her.

They couldn't get to the shed; she kept telling herself.....she wouldn't let them.

"This is how it's going to work" she smiled rolling on her back, they smirked she could tell her shirt was ripped and knew exactly what the sick fucks were thinking.

All she cared about was they were distracted, Sasha's gun lay at his thigh, in a swift move she stole it from his hands shooting it at the wall they stared at the hole shocked, she jumped to her feet knocking the shorter ones out on the floor.

She smiled at Sasha.

"Sit, have a drink...let's talk," pulling out the whiskey from the cupboard above the stove and 2 shot classes.....she poured a couple shots and downed hers before sitting down....

"Here" back into her seat, she smirked,

"So Sasha, Sasha, Sasha.....such a sad excuse of a man...No not a man, a little boy letting your Little Nephew pull the shots, ordering you around and I'd hate to have to hurt you because of your brother's vendetta...let's see"

Swinging her gun around her index finger she smirked,

"Hmmm let's make a deal, you pricks shove off my block or deliver a message to your big brother...this is my neighbourhood, we don't have the saints and I won't let you and your Russian scum continue with your means of negotiation! Deliver this to your brother for me...Tell him Boston isn't playing nice"

Grabbing his shot glass she flew its contents in his face and ignited the small Zippo in her hand he whimpered waking his brothers up muttering words she couldn't understand they fled the house.

Kyla wanted to let the situation sink in; instead she grabbed the whiskey and ran towards the shed.

"That's when I came and got you, I wanted to light there sorry asses on fire but hey, you can't always get what you want" Connor smiled at her Murphy still apprehensive of what went down knew she was telling the truth.

"Let's have a drink" she smiled opening her jacket to reveal a bottle of whiskey twisting the top she took a swig and passed it to Murphy.

She thought about the pain she would be in by morning, not to mention damage control.

Noticing her grimace Murphy snuck a smile thinking it was the whiskey,

"Tomorrow is going to be fun" sarcasm rolled off her tongue.

"Aye" they said in unison.


The morning sun broke through her curtains she placed her hands in the beams watching her pale skin shimmer in the light.

"Beannaithe iníon" Conlan smiled as he watched his daughter, he felt like she was 7 again playing in the sun her red hair shining bright.

"An rud is annamh is íontach" she smiled getting out of bed.

"I'll have yer breakfast ready before you get down stairs" he reassured her

"Da don't worry I can cook, we wouldn't want to force them upon your cooking now would we?" she joked.

"Might I remind you lass ye survived on my cooking growing up" pointing his finger he couldn't help but smile.

"Survived being the main word" Conlan closed her bedroom door leaving her to get ready.

Kyla grabbed her book bag dropping it on the bed quickly putting her books in it grabbing her homework from her desk, she took her jeans from her chair slipping them on, and swinging her bag over her shoulder she walked out her door and down the stairs.

It took her three minutes to realise it was a Saturday, with that she dropped her bag on the couch.

She could hear the radio on in the kitchen but no voices, peering her head in the doorway she saw them all around the table eating in silence.

"Bíonn ciúin ciontach" she poked her father in the back as he made eggs, hugging him from behind.

She breathed in the pipe smoke from his clothes, Kyla could feel him smile while he flipped her eggs.

"Is binn béal ina thost" wrinkling her nose she plopped herself into one of the kitchen chairs next to Murphy dramatically pretending to snore.

"Forgot it was Saturday did ye then" joked her father.

"As always"

Giving her a plate of eggs and toast she inspected it poking her fingers at different sections.

"Their edible Kyla" rolling his eyes he put the pan in the sink, and sat down across from her.

Conlan watched her eat her eggs picking them apart with her fork only eating the yolks, he smiled.

"What are your plans today?" he asked bringing his pipe to his mouth and lighting a match.

"You know same old thing sex drugs and violence" she shrugged laughing when Connor choked on his eggs.

"I think I'll head downtown "he grimaced knowing she meant school, he had given up on stopping her from fighting a long time ago.

"All day?" he prodded nudging Noah from under the table.

"Yeah you know see a couple of friends" another shrug.

"Kyla" he warned

"I know" getting up she put her plate in the sink, and headed to the TV turning the news on.

She was itching for revenge hoping her message had gone through, Everyone knew there were fights all day and night on the weekends in the school basement, there was a cover fee, unless you came to fight.

She watched her da stare at the wall, part of her felt bad for constantly fighting but knew he understood.

He had made a living of it before they came to Boston. He was pro, a well respected man, then the opportunity arose for them to move and her parents packed up. Two years later her mum left, she never had to look after her father he was capable, she would hear him whimper the first few nights, after that he taught her to fight, he wanted her to keep her emotions intact said he didn't want her ending up like her mother. She hadn't understood what he meant.

Conlan walked into the living room ready to lecture her, instead he watched her, the sun shining in her red hair, the way her mums did it still hurt him, he never wanted her to see it though.

"Back before supper?" he asked earning a nod, letting out a long sigh, she looked at her father then words unspoken she wanted to stay home and watch movies like a normal kid, but she had to find out what was going on. She needed answers and knew this was the only way.

"Be safe Kyla" her eyes began to tear up and she looked away ashamed, turning off the TV she grabbed her coat from the closet noticing the twin wool pea coats she brushed her hands on one feeling the texture, she liked the way it felt on the tips of her fingers. Snapping out of it she closed the door and headed towards her father giving him a peck on the cheek.

Smiling she looked at the boys sitting quietly at the table knowingly she rolled her eyes,

"Are you coming or what?" they looked at each other then back at her smokes hanging from their mouths.

"I know you'll just follow me so might as well go together." She watched them get up and grab their shit.


A/N:

Beannaithe iníon= Blessed Daughter

An rud is annamh is íontach= What is seldom is wonderful.

Bíonn ciúin ciontach= The quiet are guilty

Is binn béal ina thost=A silent mouth is sweet

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