A/N- Thank you guys for the Reviews, Favorites and Alerts so far. I 3 you guys! I know I merged two days together in one scene, but there was not much to do in between :p
I sit on my cot, zipping my black leather boots up over the legs of the tight black jeans. It was time to get down to business, time to start figuring out who killed the priest and tried to frame the boys. I stand up, pulling my tight, long sleeved black sweater over my head. I was a bit stiff from sleeping on the cot with Murphy, but it was completely worth it. I smile a bit as I grab my brush, ridding my long dark hair of the tangles. I grab my gun holster, slinging it over my shoulders, before slipping on my long black trench coat. Just as I open the door to my room I see the boys and Romeo waiting. I smile and nod. They step aside, letting me walk down the hall first. Before I knew it I was weaving my bike between cars as I followed Romeo and what ever the hell he was driving. We were headed to meet with his Uncle. I admit, part of me missed this life, missed the commotion and the excitement. Don't get me wrong, I loved my life in Ireland, but like the boys, I was getting a bit restless. My mind was busy, we discussed possible plans and ideas, but nothing was set. Yeah, sometimes Connor's plans were completely retarded, but that was better than no plan at all. When we finally stop, I park my bike behind the thing Romeo called a car and hopped off, pulling the helmet off my head, letting my dark hair tumble down my back. I pull my long black trench coat tighter around me and follow the boys inside.
It was a nice place, fairly slow, but it was just before lunch time. I look around as the man I assumed was Romeo's Uncle walks towards us. Romeo goes about introducing us. Cesar shakes the boys hands, but then takes mine and gently kisses the back of it as he smiles at me.
"Welcome." He says.
(1) "Gracias, señor. Es un placer conocerte." I say, showing him the sign of respect.
(2) "Ah, hermosa e inteligente. Ven, toma asiento." He replies.
I smile and follow behind the boys to a table near the back. Romeo explains the situation, his Uncle already knew of the boys, he actually agreed with what they were doing. I explained to him my part in this and what it was I did, he nods in approval. Cesar sends a waitress for food and drinks as we talk. I listen intently as Cesar tells us about what has been going on in the city and Yakvetta's reign of terror.
"Yakavetta's gunning for you muchachos and hard. He posted a reward like Jesse James style shit. Any of his guys that take you out gets his palm crossed, two hundred and fifty big ones." Cesar says, sipping his drink.
"A quarter of a mill for us?" Romeo says whistling.
"Us? What do you mean us?" Caesar saying looking at Romeo.
Romeo and his uncle begin to argue a bit in Spanish. Connor takes this opportunity to get my attention, I could see it in his eyes, he was still going to try and talk me out of this. I was going to stand my ground though, I wasn't letting my boys go at this alone.
(3)"Níl mé cinnte faoi seo go fóill Meg nach bhfuil, sábháilte. Cinnte go bhfuil tú nach bhfuil tú ag iarraidh a athbhreithniú?" He asks.
(4)"No, ní féidir liom. Díreach mar a bhíodh, tá mé i seo leat." I answer, taking a drink from my bottle.
(5)"Mé ní hamháin mhaith an smaoineamh duine éigin ag dul chun tú toisc nach raibh muid ábalta a bheith ag faire ort" He says.
Murphy looks towards Connor, I glare a bit. He could tell I was annoyed, I couldn't help it. I knew he had good intentions, but I refused to be treated like I was made of glass.
(6)"Я не ребенок, Коннор. Мне не нужно вам следить за мной. Я доказал Я могу позаботиться о себе, спасибо вам большое. Я не из стекла." I say.
I spoke the last part in Russian, it was a good language to convey your anger in, as it already sounded like you were pissed off when you spoke it. Connor goes to speak, but I shoot him a "shut up" look, turning away from him and crossing my legs. Murphy smirked a bit and Connor just shook his head, Murphy was just glad it wasn't him I was pissed off at.
(7)"Él está con nosotros." Murphy says to Cesar.
I sigh and get lost in my thoughts as Cesar speaks to Murphy. I was frustrated. I know I may seem frail, gentle, maybe even a bit naive, but I knew what I was doing. I look towards Connor as he tells Cesar Romeo had a lot of heart. He was right, Romeo definitely did have a lot of heart. I sigh softly, but smile as Cesar looks at me. I thank him for his hospitality and stand up, excusing myself, ignoring Connor as he calls my name. Maybe I was over reacting, but right now my emotions were high. I step out into the cold and walk around the corner of the building, shielding myself from a bit, from the wind and plain view. I wrap my arms around my stomach and lean back against the wall.
Minutes later, I knew I was no longer alone. I turn my head and see Connor walk into view, lighting a cigarette as he did. I roll my eyes and look away from him, down the other end of the alley. He leans against the wall across from me and stares. Minutes pass and I felt like I was doing a good job of ignoring him, until he crossed the void between us and stoodright in front of me.
"Ye know I didn' mean anythin' bad." He says softly.
"Coulda fooled me." I snap, without looking at him.
"Ye know better. I know ye can handler yerself, I know what ye can do, but tha doesn' mean I can't worry." He says softly.
"I was takin' care of myself long b'fore you. Long b'fore I met you an Murphy, I was handlin' my own business." I say, glaring at him.
He sighs, I know I was being harsh, but I couldn't help it, I was mad. Connor snubs out his cigarette on the near by wall before looking at me. He reaches out and brushes the hair from my face.
"Never said ya weren't." He said in a low voice.
"Then why do ya treat me like I'm made of fuckin' glass, Connor?" I ask, staring into his blue eyes.
Connor runs a gloved hand over his face. He steps as close as possible, bringing us chest to chest. He looks down at me, his eyes were a bit dark and stormy. He lifts my chin a bit as he speaks.
"B'cause it's my job ta look out for ya. Ye mean the world ta Murph an myself, we love ye more than ye'll ever know. If somethin' happened ta ya...if somethin' happened it would tear us apart. Ye think I could stand by and let ye get hurt? Or worse?" He asks running his thumb over my chin.
"No. I love ye boys too. Ya don' think I'm jus' as worried? My world would be shattered if I lost either one of ya, let along both of ye. It would fuckin' kill me, Connor." I say, holding back my tears.
"I know lass, I know. I'm sorry, it's jus' who I am, tis my job ta worry bout you an Murph." He says softly.
"I know, I jus, it jus felt like ye didn' have faith in me ta handle things." I say, trying to look away.
"Ye know tha ain't true, lass. Yer strong an independent, but I won' apologize for wantin' ta keep ye safe." He says.
I look up at him, smiling a bit. I couldn't fault him, I was fiercely protective over my boys as well. I go to speak, but Connor cuts me off, pressing his lips against mine. He backs me up against the wall, deepening the kiss as I wrap my arms around him. I hated he knew what to do to shut me up. His dominate side showed a bit as he nipped at my lips. There we stayed for a few moments longer, hidden in the alley, mouths fighting for dominance before we finally break apart. Connor continues to cup my face, pressing his forehead against mine closing his eyes.
"I love ya, Meg." He whispers.
"I love ye too, Connor." I whisper back.
"Jus', jus' promise me you'll watch yer back." He says.
"I promise, but ye gotta do the same." I say.
"I promise, Murph an I will watch our backs." He says.
He kisses my forehead just I hear Murphy call out to us. I turn to see him and Romeo standing at the end of the alley. I shake my head, turning and walking towards them with Connor. Murphy looks at us, I just shake my head and tell him to forget it. He was good at reading me, he knew Connor had upset me.
"Ya good?" He asked.
"Aye." Connor and I both say.
"Let's go!" Romeo says tossing me my helmet.
We walk towards Romeo's car and my bike. I nod, before slipping my helmet over my head and climbing onto my bike. I look to the sky for a moment before heading off behind Romeo's car. I weave in and out of traffic, my mind already busy with plans. My mother had called me this morning, she was already on a plane back to Ireland, told me to be careful. I was nervous, but then who wouldn't be right? I see Connor glance out the back window of the car as I weave around a car.
Good thing he couldn't see me smirk, my helmet covered my entire face. He would always tell me how beautiful I was when I rode, graceful and almost heavenly. Not going to lie, I liked it, but then what girl wouldn't? I follow until we come upon a graveyard, with a mausoleum. I park my bike and climb off, hanging my helmet on the handlebars as Romeo and the boys step out of the car. I knew what they were doing, where they were going. I sigh softly, I hadn't been here in years, I could never bring myself to go alone.
Murphy takes my hand, lacing our fingers together and giving me a soft smile. Slowly we walk in silence, going to visit our fallen friend. Memories of Rocco washed over me. His laugh, his one stupid fucking joke that no one really laughed at. His long hair and how for some reason it was always soft even if he swore he didn't moisturize. How he would end his arguments with me by "ignoring" me. I laugh a bit, getting the boys attention. I whisper Rocco's name and they both nod.
As we enter the mausoleum, Romeo hangs back a bit. I stop a few feet too, letting the boys approach, giving them time to grieve. I bow my head, silently praying as the boys did the same. Rocco was one in a million, there would never be another one like him. I lift my head slowly as I hear Murphy speak softly.
"Why'd they use his mug shot?" Murphy asked.
"What? No." Connor spoke softly.
I step closer to the boys to get a better look. Murphy looks at me and motions. I stare, listening to Murphy explain.
"Yeah, ye remember when he said he was all embarrassed cause that feller had ta hold up all his long hair behind his head." Murphy said as he motioned.
"Aye." Connor and I both say.
"That's an arm." Murphy said pointing.
The three of us stare and then burst out laughing. Only Rocco, even in death, was still bringing a smile to our faces. I shake my head as the boys joke. Moments pass and Romeo's phone going off echoes through the building. With the boys distracted, Romeo answers and speaks a few moments before hanging up. He watches the boys and I for a few minutes before clearing his throat, getting our attention.
"Uncle says this George guy is out at Tandos Tanning Salon, out on Bunker Hill." Romeo says.
"Looks like we're getting ourselves a tan." Connor says.
"Yer fuckin' stupid." Murphy mumbles, shaking his head.
"How are we gonna play this? We jus' can't walk in there. Well you three can't." I say.
Murphy reaches over, without warning, pulling my hair down from it's ponytail and uses both hands to mess it up. I slap his hands away and growl at him.
"What the fuck, Murph!" I say, glaring at him.
"Nows we got a reason." He says grabbing my phone from my pocket. "Someone's in need of a emergency appointment." He says with a smirk.
"Aye, look at Murph, thinkin' fer himself." Connor teases.
"Fuck ye, Connor." Murphy says.
I shush them both as I look up the salons number and punch in the number.
"Tandos Tanning Salon, how may I help you?" The female voice on the other end asks.
"Hi, My name's Della, I was wondering if you could fit me in. You see, I'm desperate. I look like a mess, my wedding is in two days and I am in need of a huge transformation. I had everything booked, but the place I had book went out of business." I say in my best American accent as I fake a teary voice. "I would be so grateful, could pay what ever you wish. I want to look perfect for my husband." I add.
"Aw, I'm sorry dear. Let me look in the computer. What's your husbands name?" The voice asked making small talk.
"Murphy, Murphy O'Connor. Loudmouthed Irishman, pain in my ass, but they never said love was easy." I laugh.
"No, no one ever did. You are in luck, I had a cancellation. Can you be here in 30 minutes?" She asks.
"Sure can. Thank you so much, you are a life saver!" I say in a giggly tone.
"No problem. See you soon!" She says.
I thank her again before hanging up. The boys were all staring at me as I tuck my phone back in my pocket.
"The fuck ye lookin' at?" I ask.
"Oh nothin', Mrs. O'Connor." Connor laughs.
"Shut it!" I say, slapping him in the stomach.
The boys just laugh and follow me out of the mausoleum. We huddle around Romeo's car for a moment as I tell them what I had in mind. I slip my jacket off and hand over my shoulder holster.
"Meg?" Connor asks.
"I can't necessarily walk in there carrying, now can I?" I ask softly.
"I agree with the guys, ya sure that's safe?" Romeo asks.
I just roll my eyes and tell them it was ok. I slip my jacket back on as I speak once more.
"I'll go in, go through the motions. Most places like tha have a backdoor, I'll find a way ta sneak ya's in once I've gotten a lay of the place." I say looking at them.
"We can wait a block over, ye can call Rome an signal us." Connor says.
"Be careful, lass." Murphy adds.
"I will be."
I nod, slipping my helmet over my head and take off down the road. This was going to be tricky, but I knew we could pull it off. I weave in and out of traffic, I knew where the place was. I may be a lot of things, but I was still a girl. I park my bike in the alley behind the salon, hanging the helmet on the handles. I wrap my coat around myself and hurry around front. It was fairly busy, women getting their hair and nails done, others just really there to gossip. I smile and walk towards the front desk.
"May I help you?" The blonde woman asks.
"Um, yeah. I called about ten minutes ago, said you could squeeze me in. I'm Della." I say sweetly, putting back on my American accent.
"Ah yeah, you got here quickly." She smiled.
"Well, as you can see..." I hold up a strand of my frizzy hair. "I need it. Told you it was an emergency." I say with a smile.
"Well no worries, we will get you all fixed up. Let me get you a room where you can change." She says sweetly.
"Um is there one close to the back? My husband has been trying to sneak a peak at me and you know what they say, not before the wedding. I don't want him walking by and catching a glance." I say with a laugh.
The woman takes my "information", I pay her in cash and she leads me to the back. She tells me I can leave my stuff in the room and to go next door when I was done. I scanned the place, no sign of George yet. I walk into my room and change into the long white silk robe they provided me. I take a moment to enjoy the soft material against my skin. Waiting for George didn't really seem too bad. I fold my clothes, tucking them neatly under the chair in the room before walking out slowly. I smile at the women passing as I tuck my phone in the pocket of the robe.
"Well hey there, you must be our blushing bride. I'm Tyrone." A young male said.
"Um, yeah, that's me. I'm Della." I say sweetly.
"Well, come on with me, let's first get you relaxed. Come on over to my chair and we will work away your tension, starting with your feet. No one seems to realize that a bride's feet take a lot of punishment." He says leading me to a big white chair.
"That they do, the heels and the dancing afterwards." I say sitting down.
"Exactly. Don't worry though, I will have your feet feeling like you could dance the night away." He says with a smile.
For a moment I found myself smiling, but then reality smacked me. I was here to do a job, but it had been so long since I allowed myself simple pleasures. I laugh as Tyrone washes my feet. It felt amazing, I won't lie. I chit chat with Tyrone, feeding him lies about my fake wedding, he seemed to be eating it up. He dries, lotions and massages my feet as he tells me about his boyfriend. I laugh a bit when he tells me they fought the other day because he wouldn't turn on heat on in the car.
Once Tyrone is done I stand up, just as George walks into the building. I had to act fast, I smile sweetly at Tyrone.
"Can you excuse me for a moment. I need to make sure my future hubby picks up the flowers for the reception." I say sweetly.
"Oh honey go ahead, we both now how men are. They'd forget their heads if not for us." He laughs. "When you're done you head on over through those doors to Julie and she will work that tension out of your shoulders." He adds.
I smile and thank him, heading back to the little room that housed my clothing. I pull the phone out of my pocket, dialing Romeo as I close the door behind me and speak softly.
"He's here." I say.
"We'll head around back now." Romeo said.
"I'll be waiting." I say before hanging up.
I peek my head out, I see George walk into the room a few places down that housed a tanning bed. I didn't have time to change so I made sure the coast was clear before darting to the backdoor. I open it slowly, meeting the boys that were just coming around the corner. They stop for a moment and stare at me, I shake my head and shoo them inside. I point out George's room as Murphy hands me my gun.
"Let's go say hello ta the lad." Connor says with a smirk.
I nod, telling them I will sneak back to my room and keep watch as I got dressed. They nod and at one point I could of sworn Murphy and Connor were checking me out. I roll my eyes and dart back to my room as the boys pay a visit to George. I quickly slide back into my leather pants and black sweater. I hear a knock on my door. I hide my gun in the waist of my pants and slowly open the door revealing Tyrone.
"Oh honey, what's wrong?" He asks.
"Emergency. I gotta go, this wedding." I say, flustered.
"Ok, well you come back and seem me ok?" He says.
"Will do. Thanks." I say.
I watch him walk away before grabbing my jacket and slipping it on. I peek out, seeing the coast was clear and hurry towards George's room. I knock once, Romeo answers and lets me in. The boys had George pinned to the wall. I walked in just to see Connor slap George with the phone. I keep watch, peeking out the door every now and then. They continue to abuse George and then make him send a text on where to meet. Connor nods to me and I look out making sure the coast was clear. They drag George out and through the backdoor. Murphy throws George in the backseat of the car, much to George's protest. Connor tells him to shut the fuck up. We hurry and load up, I take off first, towards the Silver Peso. I had a feeling it was going to be a hell of a night.
A/N- Did you guys see the link to my TWD fiction? hehehe What was said:
(1)"Thank you, Sir. It's nice to meet you.
(2)"Ah, beautiful and intelligent. Come have a seat.
(7) "He's with us"Irish
(3)"I'm still not sure about this Meg, isn't safe. You sure you do not want to reconsider?"
(4)"No, I don't. Just like before, I'm in this with you."
(5)"I just don't like the idea of someone getting to you because we couldn't keep an eye on you."
Russian
(6) "I'm not a child, Connor. I don't need you to keep an eye on me. I have proven I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I am not made of glass."
