AN: Sorry that this chapter took so long to get out. I've had an emotional last couple of days seeing as it was the first time I had told anyone that I had considered committing suicide last year. Well anywho onto something else I hope y'all enjoy this and the only reason that it's coming at this hour (6:19 am by my watch) is because I couldn't sleep so there might be few mistakes! Well read, enjoy, and review!

FanFicGirl10: Glad you liked it! I love the rope part so much that I couldn't leave it out! It's my all time favorite scene in the movie so I couldn't just skip over it! Also I know! When they said they loved each other was my favorite scene to write so far. Second is the rope one lol!

MissXara: Glad that you are enjoying it so much! I tried to keep Conner and Murphy's relationship the same as in the movie and Elliot just kinda sides with Murphy lol. Glad that you liked the rope part! I love that scene just too much to not put it in my lovely little story here!

Enjoy now!

*WARNING: There is rape in this chapter! Don't like, don't read!

- Chapter Eight -

The next morning I woke up alone on Rocco's shabby ass couch. I stretched and looked around the apartment. No one was there. "Fucking a," I said standing and walking to the kitchen. That's when I heard the yelling. I looked out the kitchen window and saw all three of the men standing there.

I let out a sigh of relief and grabbed a mug of coffee. I sat at the table and waited for few minutes. Suddenly two angry Irishmen burst through the door.

"I can't believe him!" Murphy yelled running a hand through his hair.

"He just wants acceptance Murph. You know that was his only chance!" Conner yelled back. "But I do have to agree with you. Going back is probably the stupidest thing that he's ever done."

"That prick! Not believing us. Can't he see that it was set up! He wasn't supposed to come out of there alive!" Murphy yelled. I saw his hands curl into fists and I knew that it was time to speak up.

"So I know that you're talking about Rocco but I'm still confused," I said looking between my two boys.

Both of them stopped mid rant and looked at me. They obviously must not have noticed that I hadn't been sleeping when they walked in. The brothers looked at each then back at me.

Murphy walked over to the table and with a sigh sat down. He looked at me with those amazing blue eyes. They were an even darker shade due to the anger that he was feeling.

"It will be okay. Nobody could hurt Rocco, or any of us for that matter," I told the man I loved as I placed my hand on his cheek. He gave me a grateful smile and I smiled back.

"Sometimes you two make me want vomit," Conner teased us as he sat as well. I pulled my hand away from Murphy and stuck my tongue out at Conner. "But back to your original question. We think that Rocco was set up last night."

I looked at Conner confused. "What do you mean?"

"It means that we think that Papa Joe is trying to 'off' Rocco," Murphy told me.

"But why? That just wouldn't make sense!" I cried.

"We don't know why. That's just what we think. I mean Papa Joe has too much power not to have known how many men were in that room last night," Conner said standing and grabbing a cup of coffee.

I didn't say anything as I let the thought roll around in my mind. It was possible. I mean Rocco had six bullets and we killed nine men. Rocco was not supposed to come out of there alive, just like what Murphy had said earlier. I stood and grabbed my coat without a word.

"Love where are you going?" Murphy asked as I grabbed a pack of smokes and a lighter off the table.

"For a walk. I need some fresh air to help clear my mind," I told him heading towards the door. "And I'm going alone."

"You can't go alone!" he cried standing.

"Watch me," I said as I threw the door open. I slipped sunglasses onto my face as Murphy walked towards me.

I heard Conner speak then. "Murph, let her go. She just needs some time."

"Conner how can you just sit there! We can't let her go by herself!" Murphy yelled.

I knew what Conner was doing. He was trying to distract Murphy so that I could escape. I would have to thank him later as I slipped through the open door.

I headed down familiar streets. As I walked I lit a cigarette. The smoke that filled my lungs felt good and I was grateful for the distraction. I didn't realize where I was walking until I reached an alley way.

I smiled and looked around. I knew why I had come here. It was my favorite thinking spot.

I walked over so that I was under the fire escape and pulled the ladder down. I had some trouble with it seeing as I'm a bit on the shorter side but I still got it. I climbed up until I reached the fifth floor.

I sat outside my old apartment. I leaned my back against the old brick and closed my eyes. I loved hearing only the sounds of the city around me. It was peaceful here and I loved it.

That's when my cell phone started to ring. "Fuck me," I said pulling it out of my pocket. I looked and saw that it was Rocco's number. I ignored the call knowing that Murphy would have just probably have yelled at me to come home, like I was teenager and he was my mother, not like we were lovers.

I put the phone back into my pocket and closed my eyes again. I was starting to nod off when I heard someone speak.

"What's this?"

My eyes snapped open to look at the face of some fat Italian man with Elvis hair. "Sorry, I was just leaving," I told him standing.

"I don't think so," the man said moving in front of me. "I think that I have new toy to play with."

I felt my eyes widen. "Really, I was just going. Sorry if I disturbed you at all," I said trying to push past him, but he was bigger than me so it really didn't work all that well.

"I think that Vincenzo has a very fun new toy to play with," he said grabbing my arm.

"Let me go please," I cried as he dragged me over to the window and pushed me inside. "Please let me go! I didn't do anything!"

"I think I'm gonna have fun with you instead," the man, Vincenzo, told me. He pushed me onto the old mattress.

"Please no, I'm begging you to stop! Please!" I cried as roughly pulled my coat off. I used all my strength to push him off of me. To land a well aimed blow on him, but nothing seemed to work. He always seemed a step ahead of me.

As I tried to fight him off he ended up getting my shirt off. Now I was left in my jeans, boots, bra, and rosary.

"Mhm, I'm gonna have lots of fun, but I can't keep you trying to fight me. Hold on sweet thing," he said pinning my wrists to the ground above my head. He reached over beside him and grabbed a roll of duct tape.

I thrashed around underneath him trying to get away, but again I couldn't. Vincenzo ripped off a piece of duct tape and put it over my mouth. Next he tapped my hands together then to the floor above me.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I thought about how helpless I was. I hated the feeling of knowing that I shouldn't have gone out alone. I was stupid. I wasn't paying attention and know I was kidnapped and about to be rapped. Just fucking awesome.

After I was fully unclothed and Vincenzo start to feel me up. I tried to scream and free myself but I knew that whatever did wouldn't work. The only thing that he had left on was my rosary. I couldn't believe that he left only that on my body. I felt like I was defiling God as I was defiled.

Soon Vincenzo had his way with me. There was absolutely nothing that I could have done in the moment to save myself. Once he had fallen asleep and started to snore was when I knew that I had to get out of here.

As silently as I could I pulled my hands from under the piece of duct tape that held me to the floor. All of the thrashing around must have loosened it. Once I was in a sitting position I peeled the duct tape away from my mouth. I gasped as I took in as much air into my lungs as possible. After my mouth was free, I was able to use my teeth to free my hands. I thanked God that Vincenzo was such a heavy sleeper.

Once I was completely duct tape free I quickly put my clothes on and escaped through the fire escape. Once I was on the ground again I ran. I ran and ran knowing that if that fat mother fucker woke up, he wouldn't be able to catch me.

My body protested to the running. But I pushed on. I knew that I had to get as far away from there as possible. Soon I found myself back at Rocco's apartment. I threw open the door and saw Conner and Murphy sitting in the kitchen.

"Elliot," Murphy sighed out walking over to me. He pulled me into a hug and I started to cry then. "Love what is it?"

"I…I was just…just rapped," I said through my tears. My voice cracked on the last word and I hated the feeling it gave me. I looked up at Murphy and saw that his eyes flashed with anger. He grabbed my hand and led me over to the table. I saw that it was littered with Pepsi cans and other shit from last night.

Murphy sat down and pulled me into his lap. I curled up and put my head on his chest. "Love can you tell us what happened?" he asked rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"I went back to my old apartment. I thought that no one had taken it up yet, but I didn't go in. I went up and sat on the fire escape. It was favorite place to go when I lived there. Well after a while the fat fucker named Vincenzo came out on there with me. He forced me into the apartment. Duct taped my mouth and hands and…and rapped me," I told them. After I was done talking I started to sob.

I hated crying with a passion. It made me feel so weak. That's when I heard the boys start talking. I had my head burried in Murphy's shoulder and I just ignored them.

"Dúirt mé leat nár cheart dúinn a bheith lig di dul ina n-aonar!" (1) I heard Murphy yell at his brother.

"Mar sin, anois tá sé ar mo locht fucking go bhfuair rapped sí díreach!" (2) Conner replied. I heard his voice take on a darker tone but I wasn't sure why.

"Is é! Bhí tú an ceann a bhí tú ceart go leor léi dul amach ina n-aonar! Bhí a fhios agam gur cheart dúinn go bhfuil siad imithe le!" (3) Murphy yelled back.

"Níl sé mo locht! Bhí a fhios agam go bhfuil gá léi roinnt ama ina n-aonar! Maraíodh againn ach naoi fir fucking aréir! Conas a cheapann tú a bheadh a dhéanamh le cailín bhraitheann? Plus ar an bhfíric go bhfuil an mafia ag iarraidh a mharú Rocco! Cineál ar go leor do dhuine a ghlacadh i!" (4) Conner yelled, most likely trying to reason with his brother.

Murphy was quiet after that. I wasn't sure what Conner had said and I wasn't sure if it was good or bad.

"Tá an ceart agat. Tá súil agam ach go bhfuil Roc ceart go leor. Dhealraigh sé go leor trína chéile nuair a chuaigh sé," (5) Murphy replied with a sigh. "Ní Lig insint Elliot faoi Rocco ceart anois. Nach bhfuil sí de dhíth ar an meáchan dó ar bharr cad a chuaigh sí ach trí." (6)

"Comhaontaithe," (7) Conner replied. "Did he hurt you?" he asked looking at me.

"I don't know," I told him truthfully. I shifted in Murphy's lap so that I could take my coat off. I saw the newly forming finger mark bruises that were around my arm and the duct tape had made the skin around my wrists raw and red. I knew that if I was to take my pants off that I would most likely see more bruises.

"That mother fucker is gonna die for hurting my girl," Murphy growled out.

Everything was quiet then. I was starting to doze off in Murphy's lap when the door burst open.

"Pack your shit! Pack your shit! We gotta get out of here! We gotta get out!" Rocco yelled as he stormed into the apartment. I looked up at him confused.

"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" Conner asked standing. Murphy and I stood as well. Murphy put an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.

"I killed them! Oh, Jesus, I killed them all!" Rocco said as he shoved old records into a bag.

"Just calm down. Tell us what happened," Murphy said trying to reason with him.

"No!" Rocco snapped back.

"Rocco!" two voices called from the couch.

"Calm down, man," I said reaching an arm out to stop him so that he could explain.

"Fuck you! You start gettin' excited, motherfucker! We gotta go!" he yelled shoving an iron into his bag as well.

"Rocco!" I heard from the couch as we moved into the kitchen. No one seemed to pay attention to the drugged up hoes sitting on the couch.

Murphy and Conner shared a look. "Well, how many were there?" Murphy asked placing a hand on his friend's back.

Rocco pulled out shit from the cupboard and yelled, "Fuckin' hurry the fuck up!"

"All right! I love this shit!" Murphy yelled as he started to get our stuff together.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Roc?" Conner asked as he grabbed his coat.

"The cocksucker sold me out!" Rocco yelled searching through empty cans on the table for anything useful.

"Didn't I tell you, Roc? Did they pull on you first?" Conner asked trying to get his attention.

"What am I doin'? I'm in it at Lakeview!" Rocco said shoving more useless crap into the bag.

Lakeview the deli, Roc?" I asked confused. That was close to the bar. I walked by it every day to work.

"Looks like we got us a new fuckin' recruit!" Murphy called with a smile.

The two druggies on the couch screamed then. "Rocco!"

"What?" Rocco screamed back turning to face him.

"Where's my cat?" the dark haired one asked.

"I killed your cat, you druggie bitch," Rocco replied dropping his bag. I hide my smirk by turning around as I thought about last night. I saw Conner and Murphy picking everything up and putting it into our black duffle bags.

"God. Why?" the druggie asked.

"What? I felt it would bring closure to our relationship," Rocco replied. That's when I realized that was Rocco's girlfriend Donna and her friend Rayvie.

You killed my..." the girl paused and had to think about it.

"Your what?" Rocco screamed at her.

"My..."

"Your fuckin' what? Your what, bitch? I'll shoot myself in the head if you can tell me that cat's name! Go ahead! Your what? Your precious little…" I turned back around to look at the scene. Rocco was standing there with his gun to his head.

"Skippy. Skippy," two voices responded.

"Oh, Jesus. What color was it, bitch?" Rocco asked waving his gun around.

"Don't you fuckin' yell at her like that, you prick!" Rayvie piped up.

"Shut your fat ass, Rayvie!" Rocco yelled pointing his gun in her face. "I can't buy a pack of smokes without runnin' into nine guys you fucked! Damn!"

"Son of a bitch," I said as I felt Murphy grab my hand. Those two really were some major hoes.

"Let's go!" Murphy yelled.

"Let's get the fuck outta here!" I heard Conner call from the door.

"Those rat fucks! All of them were all laughin' at me, man," Rocco said as we walked out into the sunlight.

I put my sunglasses back on to hide my puffy eyes as I asked, "Are you sure you killed them, Roc?" How I was so calm after everything that had happened I wasn't sure but I was.

"Fuckin'-A right I did. I had a goddamn turkey shoot over there," he told us leading us over to his beat up old car.

"Listen, Roc, did anybody see ya?" Conner asked as we all threw our stuff into the car.

"Fuck, man, I might as well have gone around postin' flyers. Right out in public, man," Rocco said.

I crawled in the car and heard Murphy ask, "Liberating, isn't it?"

"Let's fucking go!" I yelled at the boys as Conner got in the driver's side.

"You know, it is a bit," Rocco replied as he got in next to Conner. Murphy crawled into the back with me. We drove for a bit and I was cuddled up in Murphy's side.

That's when Rocco spoke. "Conner, stop the car! Stop the fucking car, man!" I looked out the window to see the sign 'Sin Bin'. I knew from the guys that came to the bar that it was the best strip joint in town. "Vincenzo, that fat motherfucker, Yakavetta's right hand! He's the one who set me up, then he went around telling everybody I was as good as dead. Goes there every Wednesday night, ten o'clock, jerks off on the same titty dancer. Never misses," Rocco told us.

That's when I recognized the name. Vincenzo was the guy that rapped me.

"Yeah, so?" I heard Murphy ask as I thought about my attack.

"So? So let's kill the motherfucker! I mean, what are you guys? That's your new thing, right?" Rocco asked.

"Yeah, well," Conner started.

"Ah, what the fuck! I mean, who makes the cut? Is there a raffle or something?" Rocco asked looking between Conner and Murphy and I in the back seat.

"To tell you the truth, those first ones, they just sort of fell on to our laps," I said, my voice coming out in a weak burst. Murphy gave me a weird look.

"Well, what do you do?" Rocco asked.

"We haven't really got a system of decidin' who, Roc. It's," Conner said pausing.

"Me! Me! I'm the guy! I know everyone, their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to! I got phone numbers, addresses! I know who they're fuckin'! I know where they live! We could kill everyone!" Rocco exclaimed with flailing arm movements.

"So what do you think?" Murphy asked looking between me and Conner.

"I'm strangely comfortable with it," Conner said looking back at me.

"Roc this guy, he's a fat motherfucker with Elvis hair right?" I asked.

"Yea," Rocco replied looking at me like I was crazy.

"He's the guy that rapped me. Let's fucking do this," I said thinking about the sweet sweet revenge I was gonna get tonight.

We drove away from the place. We drove around for the rest of the day. None of us had places to go back to. I knew that for tonight we would have to find somewhere. As it grew closer to ten I was getting antsy. I wanted to kill that mother fucker. Conner, Murphy, Rocco, and I all had a fight over who was going in. It was decided that all four of us were going.

We were standing in the shadows of the next building over when a white car pulled out. I saw him get out and Rocco jogged over to double check.

"That's him," he told us coming back over.

We walked in through the girls' entrance. We walked through an office to get back to the private room that we knew he was in.

We stopped outside the door and put our masks on. I double checked my guns. I was ready to do this guy right.

"Okay, Roc," Conner said turning around to look at our friend. He burst out laughing and Murphy and I looked back at him. We also started to laugh.

"What? You guys got masks," Rocco asked looking between the three of us.

"You look like Mush Mouth from Fat Albert," I told him with a giggle.

"Fine. Fuck it! When we're done, she can I.D. me. I don't care. Just trying to be professional, but no!" he complained taking his home made mask off.

"It looks fine," Conner told him.

"No, fuck it," Rocco said. Now he was just being stupid.

"No, shut the fuck up! You look good. Put it on. You look fucking scary, man," Conner told him. It was hard not to hold back the giggles that were threatening to overtake me.

"Now, Roc, are you sure that you're 'O-B-kay-B'?" I asked him. The boys burst out laughing. "Alright let's do some business boys."

We burst into the room through the beaded curtain.

"You scream, you're dead! Which one's he in? And don't make like you don't know who the fuck I'm talkin' about!" Rocco yelled at the dancer that was in the room as he grabbed her.

"Don't you talk to me like that, you dirty little girl. Oh, yeah. Give it to Daddy," I heard from the center booth. "Oh, this is one sick motherfucker."

"And Shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand. Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be," the boys and I said as I hit the button for the door to go up. I pulled my mask up to look at him.

"Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti," I said as I fired both my guns into the sick bastard's heart. I could hear Conner and Murphy doing the same thing. I knew from the look on his face that he recognized me and I was glad that he did.

Only after I saw him fall the ground did I stop shooting. Conner busted the glass and they moved into the booth to do their penny thing.

That's when I noticed Rocco. He was grabbing the dancer's exposed tit. The girl had fainted and her top must have moved when Rocco dropped her.

"Hey," I said kicking the bottom of the booth to get Conner and Murphy's attention. They both looked at me and I looked at Rocco.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Conner cried pulling up his mask.

Rocco stood and put his hands in a surrender gesture. "I'll tip her!" he cried as I smirked at the boys.

The boys smirked back at me and finished what they were doing. We all quickly meet in the middle of the room.

"Do ya' feel better now lass?" Conner asked me as I reloaded my gun.

I looked up at him. "I've never felt better."

That's when we saw money come from the other two booths. Conner and Murphy went over and looked into the booths.

"It's like a scumbag yard sale," Conner said walking back over to me and Rocco.

"We should come down here once a week and clean house," Murphy said. It was hard to argue with his point.

"Oh, man, you gotta let me do these guys. I'm such a moron. I gotta make up for that tit thing," Rocco pleaded with us.

"There's no way. I've been waitin' for this asshole," Conner said reloading his gun as well.

"Oh, come on," Rocco whined looking at me. I looked at Murphy.

"Come on, man. Give the guy his shot," Murphy told us.

"It's the real deal, Roc. Evil men, dead men," I said patting his shoulder. Conner and Murphy each handed him a pistol.

I moved out of the way as Conner and Murphy went to the booths. I saw Rocco nod and the doors went up. Conner and Murphy moved next to me and we watched. The only sound that could be heard was gunshots and glass breaking.

At some point Rocco crossed his arms and yelled, "Wyatt fuckin' Earp!"

"And Shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand. Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti," Conner, Murphy, and I all said as Rocco shot.

As soon as the last two guys had pennies in their eyes and their arms crossed we left. We had just left the room when Rocco spoke up."Hey, hey, man. You guys gotta teach me that prayer. That's some good shit, man."

"Cool it, Roc. It's a family prayer. My father's father before him. So that's our shit," Conner replied putting his gun back in his holster.

"Oh, come on! Elliot knows it!" Rocco complained as we started to walk again.

"That's because God told it to her the night we were given our mission," Murphy said grabbing my hand. "Plus she is like our family."

"Come on, that is so not fair," Rocco complained as we all piled in his car again.

"Lifes not fair Roc, but you learn to get used to it," I told him. "Trust me. I know."

Conner pulled away from the strip joint and we found another illegal apartment building in which to spend the night. The place had a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and living room.

I flipped through channels on the T.V in the kitchen until I found the news. "The victims were found at a local adult entertainment parlor. These murders, coupled with the three suspected mob-related killings that occurred at this local Boston deli earlier this afternoon, brings the death toll to six, just today. There is no doubt that all the victims have been criminals. Perhaps this explains why a public outcry to have these crimes stopped has not been heard," I heard the reporter say. I saw that she was standing outside the deli where Rocco had shot those three people.

"Well boys we officially made the news," I said clicking the T.V off.

"Is that good or bad?" Murphy asked wrapping me into a hug. Tears came to my eyes but I blinked them away.

"You should get some sleep Elliot," Conner said. "It's been a long day for you."

"I, for once, agree," I said with a yawn. I felt my feet leave the ground then. "Murphy put me down!" I cried with a giggle.

"See you in the morning!" Murphy yelled to his brother and Rocco as he carried me bridal style back to the bedroom.

"Such a man you are," I teased my lover as he gently sat me on the bed. I laid down and closed my eyes ready for this day to be over with.

"Only the best for mon ange," (8) he whispered in my ear.

I opened my eyes to see him right above me. I place my hands on the side of his face and brought his lips to mine. "Murphy MacManus, I love you," I whispered against his lips.

"I love you too mon ange," (8) he replied back. I kissed him again before he pulled away. I watched as he took off his shirt and set his rosary on the side table.

I shimmed out of my jeans and pulled my own rosary from under my shirt. I crawled under the covers then and nestled into Murphy's chest. I loved the way that he felt pressed up against me.

That night I fell asleep thinking about my Irish lover and not the Italian monster who took one of the only things left that I had. My strength. But I knew that I could regain it, no matter how long it took.

(1) I told you that we shouldn't have let her go alone! (Irish)

(2) So now it's my fucking fault that she just got rapped! (Irish)

(3) Yes it is! You were the one you was okay with her going out alone! I knew that we should have gone with! (Irish)

(4) It's not my fault! I knew that she need some time alone! We just killed nine fucking men last night! How do you think that would make a girl feel? Plus the fact that the mafia is trying to kill Rocco! Kind of a lot for a person to take in! (Irish)

(5) You're right. I just hope that Roc is okay. He seemed pretty upset when he called. (Irish)

(6) Let's not tell Elliot about Rocco right now. She doesn't need the weight of him on top of what she just went through. (Irish)

(7) Agreed. (Irish)

(8) My angel. (French)

AN: Aw, poor Elliot. I hope you guys don't hate me for having that happen to her. But Elliot's strong and rebounded fast seeing as she got to kill the man who rapped her. Anywho I love hearing what you guys have to say so please review!