~Regan~
I looked behind me to see him. I was shocked beyond words. Then to top it off he too was saying the boy's family prayer. It took me a while to register that this was their father. I watched him bewildered as he stopped between the kneeling boys and finished off the prayer. I can see the boys are stunned as the realization hit them that this man is their father. I can't stop staring for the life of me. He makes the sign of the cross over Rocco. He looks down to the upturned faces of his sons. He places a hand on each of their cheeks. He looks between myself and Troy.
We spent the last 3 months working together. It was good to see the boys bond with their father. The hardest part over the last 3 months was seeing Troy and Murphy growing closer together. Especially as it seemed that Connor was distancing himself from me. I didn't get it. I didn't do anything to him. I racked my brain many times and I came up with nothing. I looked over seeing both boys sleeping. Troy snuggled up to Murphy. I focused on Connor. I let a sigh escape my lips.
"Regan a word please?" I nodded taking one last look at Connor. I walked over to Il Duce. He quickly took us in like his own and preferred that we call him da as well. It was fine with me. The last few months he was the closet thing to a father to me. I was never given the chance to know my father much like the boys. But I wasn't getting a happily ever after like they did. My da had been killed before I was born by the people we are taking down. That's why I was quick to jump in this with the boys. I took a seat by him waiting for him to speak up. "I know your feelings for my boy. It's easy ta see. But ya gotta remember he's not the sharpest tool around here. Give him time. He's gonna make mistakes but he'll figure his feelings out for ya and when he does he'll be there ta tell ya himself." I smiled feeling a bit better about things. I went to speak only to be cut off.
"Da's right Regan. He'll come around. We all know it." I smiled up at her. I looked at the boys seeing them throw their arms out, mimicking a crucified Christ. I look down sighing.
"How far are we going with this, Da?" At Connor's voice I look up seeing the boys looking at their father as he was looking back at them.
"The questions is not, 'how far?' The question is, 'Do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith ta go as far as is needed?'" He asked as a response. We were all in. Any means necessary. We had came up with a plan making sure that Smecker was staying true to his word and gonna help us. The plan would be simple really. Smecker would open the door from the inside and let da and the boys in. He'd walk one way they would walk the other through the grand courthouse halls. From their they would take care of the armed guard directly inside the courtroom, in front of the doors. They would crack the door open Connor would be the one to wave the guard into the foyer and start talking to him. Then da would zap him with a stun gun. That would leave the guard on the floor, incapacitated and drooling as the boys handcuff him. Connor then would pull out a length of chain and drape it through the door handles that lead from the hall into the foyer. That would only mean he locks them in with a padlock.
"How long do these put a man down for?" Da asked looking at the stun gun in his hand.
"Ten minutes." Murphy told him.
"I'll zap him a second time as he lays on the floor. Twenty is a bit better." Da responded looking up.
"Troy, Regan it'd be best if ya sat in the crowd and watched this go down. It's nothing personal." Murphy started out.
"It's just less of a risk for us all. We'd be devastated if this back fired on us and we went to jail." I saw there reasoning behind it. We would still be there in case they needed us. I looked at Troy who seemed to be pissed.
"They're right girls. If we need ya we'll let you know. We gotta do what's right here." Da told us and what he said went. It would do us no good to argue this point any further then need be.
"Fine, but I'm not happy about this." Troy spoke up. It did feel like they didn't need us now that they had their father back. More Connor then Murphy. I walked outside sitting on the ground by the door needing a bit of fresh air. I heard the door creak open and click shut. I rested my arms on my knees that were pulled up to my chest. I kept my focus on my arms.
"Murphy told me," Wasn't that great? Murphy tells him a lot of things. I bit my tongue remaining silent letting him go on. "about how ya have these feelings for me." I heard him sigh. I gulped looking at him.
"I get it Connor, our friendship means to much." I snapped all the anger from him pushing me away building up. "But for once I wanna throw this friendship out the window and really see if.." I stopped sighing. "Forget it." I got up going past him to walk back in. He grabbed my arm pulling me back. I looked up at him. Our lips coming together as one. Every ounce of love and passion was in that kiss.
We knew the plan and Troy and myself headed to the courtroom. I was waiting for the minute the guys would burst through the door. There were no words spoken between me and Troy, none had to be said. The media, with their cameras and notebooks, are at the back of the courtroom. Yakavetta is testifying on the stand. He is cocky. The judge warns Yakavetta that he will have no more of this behavior in his courtroom.
"Look at his charisma. He's the next John Gotti." One of the reporters whispered to another one.
"He'll walk. Even with all this evidence." The other man said. I turned to look at Troy. The judge may let him off here but he wasn't walking out.
"Look." Troy pointed to the left and right sections of the courtroom seating "All Yakavetta's people are on the right. All the families of the men he has killed are on the left. Everyone wants some justice."
"Justice he'll get. Look at him. He doesn't have a care in the world. He's gonna walk, but not far." I smirked looking back at the stand. Waiting for the boys seemed to take forever.
"Due to the lack of hard evidence..." The judge was in the middle of saying when the three burst in, guns drawn, and are walking down the aisle. I'm shocked and surprised they don't have their masks on. I wasn't expecting that. I heard Troy mutter something under her breath.
"All media to the back! Drop the cameras! Drop 'em!" Da shouted. The smile never leaving my face. This was his justice being served. Terrified, they all obey. Connor and Murphy pull Yakavetta from the witness booth by his hair and place him on his knees just before the judge's bench. They face him toward the occupants of the courtroom. Da walks up and motions for the judge, who is now banging his gavel and shouting in protest, to come off the stand. As soon as he is within arms reach, da takes him by the collar and drags him down the aisle all the way to where the media stands in horror. He turns and walks back down the aisle.
"You people have been chosen to reveal our existence to the world. You will witness what happens here today and you will tell of it afterwards. All eyes to the front." Da yelled.
"Fuckin' do something!" Yakavetta replied looking to his comrades. Da kept them covered. Da passes the front, I look and see a virginal-looking woman with her head down crying into her hands. She is on the left side. Da had made his way to the woman. He gently tilts her chin forward. I could only guess that she had her eyes fixated on the faded blue butterfly on the back of his hand.
"You must watch dear. It'll all be over soon." His whisper is heard through out. She obeys him. Da takes out a flask. He pours the booze on the judges bench and set it ablaze. Fire alarms start to sound. Connor and Murphy jump up on the lawyers' tables. Murphy on the prosecution side, Connor on the defense. Da has his sawed-off to the back of Yakavetta's head.
"Now, you will receive us." Connor yells over the alarm.
"We do not ask for your poor or your hungry." Murphy yells over the alarm.
"We do not want your tired and sick." Connor said.
"It is your corrupt we claim." Murphy replied this time.
"It is your evil, who will be sought by us."
"With every breath we shall hunt them down."
"Each day we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies."
"Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace."
"These are not polite suggestions. They are codes of behavior and those that ignore them will pay the dearest cost." Connor said pointing to Yakavetta.
"There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth," Murphy starts pointing to Yakavetta's people. "Not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption... into our domain." Murphy finished off. I didn't care anymore. I wanted apart of this. I've been apart since the beginning. Sitting me out now did no good. I looked at Troy. I could see she was thinking the same thing. We both got up.
"For if you do, there will come the day when you look behind you and see we five. And on that day you will reap it." I yelled jumping on the table with Connor. He looked at me and I could see he wasn't happy about this.
"And we will send you to whatever God you wish." Troy yelled jumping on the table by Murphy. He too shot her a look of disapproval. We jump off the table approaching Yakavetta. Murphy and Connor stand on either side of their father. I stand by Connor and Troy stands by Murphy. All three men hold guns to his head and recite the prayer. All I can do along with Troy is watch as we didn't have our guns on us. As they speak, the right side of the courtroom screams in protest. The left watches in wide-eyed terror, although some men encourage them to do it. The MacManus' read the prayer. They do not falter as the flames rage behind them. Yakavetta, accepting his fate, closes his eyes. Peacefully, he does the sign of the cross. They all fire at once. The room explodes in confusion. We exit through the back. We meet up with Duffy and Smecker.
Da and the boys are shackled and in blue jumpsuits of the Boston lock-up facility with bags over their heads. Duffy is in full uniform with a shotgun behind them. Smecker is leading the prisoners down the hall. He flashes his F.B.I identification to every cop he encounters. Troy and myself blended into the mass hysterics going on. We knew this would send the media into a frenzy. Little bits of the story are known. The people from the left and right sides of the courtroom are yelling and pushing each other as cameras and microphones try to pick up the news. Finally all the focus comes to the virginal woman who had been sitting in the front row. All lights, cameras and microphones are on her.
"Yes! Were you in the courtroom miss? Did you see?" The reporter asked.
"Yes. I was there." The women answered seeming very frail. But she had every right to be.
"How do you feel about what they did?" The reporter asked. Troy nudged me. I looked up to see at the grande hall's end Smecker was leading the three out, bags still over their heads. It wasn't hard to know who they were and it would only be a matter of time before they tried to look for me and Troy.
"I guess we all know what is right and wrong. We all know. Nobody needs to be convinced of what he was... I'm going home now to have my first real full night's sleep." The women replied. The people who had been on Yakavetta's side of the courtroom threaten her and force their way through the crowd toward her, thus causing the two sides to fight. Everyone, even reporters are in it. Myself along with Troy make a mad dash out of there. We jump into Troy's car and take off going to meet up with da and the guys. I look back at the statue of the Blind Lady of Justice.
It had been four months since that day, the day the Saints had shown the world who we were. Since that day we all moved over to Ireland, living off the land. I currently sat outside looking at the sea of green grass and trees off in the distance. It was nice and relaxing here nothing like Boston was. Though to be honest I did miss Boston, it was my only home.
"Regan can I have word?" I turned nodding seeing Connor walk up. I wasn't to fond of what he was growing out for his beard. "I think I'm ready."
"Ready? Ready for what Connor?" I asked him finding this slightly funny that he had to dig so deep for his emotions about this.
"To try us. But we take it slow, very slow Regan I mean it. At the end of the day it's our friendship that means the most."
"I get ya Connor. We have the rest of our lives no point in rushing into anything." I told him slipping my arms around his waist the sun setting off in the distance. It was perfect. It really was.
"Ya two need to get a damn room or something?" Murphy smarted off. He was holding Troy's hand walking up to us.
"A room ta do what Murph? Beat your ass?" I smirked.
"I'm sure Troy beats his ass enough." Connor laughed.
"At least I be knowing what to do with his ass." Troy smarted off slapping Murphy's ass. Murphy had a smirk on his face.
"We not be needing ta know that." I replied slipping my hand into Connor's larger hand. "Let's head back to the house before da drinks all the beer on us." We headed back to the house laughing. Our days are spent working our asses off during the day but at night it would be spent joking around and being able to relax. Everything was so peaceful here at night. I looked around seeing da was drunk, Troy was on Murphy's lap and I was perched on Connor's lap. I wouldn't trade anything for this. It was my life and it couldn't be any better.
A/N: There will be a sequel to this story based on the second film The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, alerted, faved and read this story.
