Very short but needs to be for impact!
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Chapter 6
Annabelle MacManus scanned the crowd waiting in the arrivals hall at Logan International airport. It didn't take her long to spot who she was looking for. The heavily pregnant red haired woman stood out from everyone around her and Annabelle took a second to study the woman before making her way over.
"You must be Erin" she smiled, unable to take her eyes from the stunning woman's bulging stomach "and that must be my wee grandbabbie to be.
The woman's eyes filled with tears.
"Oh Mrs MacManus" she sobbed "Thank you so much for coming; I didn't know what else to do"
"Hush now dear" Annabelle enfolded the sobbing woman in her arms "it'll all work out. And less of the Mrs MacManus. By the time I've had words with that son of mine, you'll be calling me Ma"
As she let the older woman hold her Angelina smiled, everything was falling into place and soon her revenge would be complete. All that was left to do was find the twins father and she had every confidence that was only a matter of time.
As he opened the door to his apartment Paul Smecker was suddenly aware of a presence behind him. Before he could even reach for his gun a weight slammed into him and he was shoved face first against the wall, a strong arm on his back holding him in place. A gun was pushed against the back of his head, the muzzle digging painfully into his scalp.
"You want to tell me where my boys are, you sorry son of a bitch?" a familiar voice snarled in his ear.
Detective Dolly was returning to his car at the end of a long shift when the bullets slammed into his chest, hurling him back against his vehicle. As he slid to the pavement there was a brief flash and he got a glimpse of a shadowy figure lowering a camera. The figure bent over him and as his vision began to fade he heard a distant voice.
"The Yakavetta family send their regards"
Greenly was waiting impatiently at a stoplight, fingers drumming on the steering wheel in time to the soft rock ballad playing on his radio. He had just enough time to see the lights of the other vehicle as the semi ploughed into the side of his sedan, sending it spinning across the intersection. The battered car mounted the pavement and slammed through the plate glass window of a pharmacy before coming to rest under a pile of broken shelving and their contents. Greenly tried to release his seatbelt but it was jammed tight. He blinked the blood from his eyes, suddenly noticing just how much his head hurt. A flicker of movement caught his attention and he watched helplessly as a shadowy figure picked its way through the debris. The figure reached his vehicle, leaning through the broken driver's side window.
"This is from the Angel" he smiled as he stepped back and raised his gun. Greenly closed his eyes as the gunshot rang out.
The take out coffee container slipped from Duffy's hands as his head was yanked back and the blade drawn swiftly across his throat. As he stumbled forward, hands clawing at his neck, desperately trying to stop the unstoppable flow of blood a soft voice murmured in his ear.
"This is for Pappa Joe"
The blade slipped easily between his ribs, piercing his heart and he was dead before he hit the sidewalk.