"My father wouldn't be too happy that you have something to do with this," I said to the smirking man.
I just found out a moment ago who this man was. He walked in with a tan suit on, with a bright, neon pink tie. His shoes were buffed; I could see my reflection in them. His brows were plucked and his hairy freshly gelled. This man had a smirk that could change the squint in my eye.
"Why would, Murphy MacManus be upset with my, Anthony Yakavetta, being here?" Yakavetta asked.
"I don't know, maybe because he has killed the two men before you, just a thought,"
"Well, here's a thought, shut the fuck up!" The pink tie wearing man screamed.
I jumped a little and regained my train of thought, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. Then, Anthony Yakavetta was smiling down at me again, crumpled in a ball in the corner.
"How does your father feel about tattoos?" He asked.
"He's not opposed to them," I stated.
"Yeah, well, he's covered in them. I suppose he won't be upset if you got one. Would he?" Now he was reaching back to a small metal table, behind it was a brick oven, with a fire burning brightly.
"I'm not eighteen. I can't have one,"
"This can just be our little secret," Mr. Yakavetta was now pulling out a large pole shaped object with a symbol on it. It was a Y with an A in the middle of it.
This guy was crazy, he was going to brand me.
I pulled into the parking lot of the Boston Police Station. They had called a reported a armed robbery. Knowing fully well that every cop in the office was now at the bank being "robbed". Conner and I had a time limit, we couldn't talk much. Keep it simple and sweet.
The double doors of the station opened and out came Detective Duffy and Detective Dolly. The two cops looked drained of all energy, but they had a huge smile painted on their tired faces. They reached the car and I rolled down the window.
"Hey boys!" Duffy said.
"Hey guys," Conner and I said at the same time.
"What's the matter, boys?" Dolly said.
"Murphy's daughter was kidnapped." Conner said quickly.
"What?!? You have a daughter? Since when? With who?" Duffy whisper-yelled.
"Yes. Since about a week and a half ago. And with Cathrine O'Brian," I said looking out the wind shield.
"I heard. I'm sorry, she was a great woman. She would come down here with fresh food and gave it for free, too. Very pretty too, proud of ya, Murph," Duffy said.
"So who took her?" Dolly asked.
"Giovanni Checkov. He's working for the Italian and Russian Mob, we believe," Conner said.
"How old is she anyway?" Duffy asked.
"She's turning eighteen on St. Patrick's Day. So in about a week," I said, I reached above the steering wheel and into the visor about me. I grabbed a picture I took of her while we were taking our "family photo".
"Here," I gave the Detective my picture of my Molly.
"Pretty, good job. What's her name, man?" Dolly asked.
"Molly. Molly-Murphy MacManus," I stared out the wind shield again.
"She looks like you, Murphy," Duffy said, seeing the picture for the first time.
"She doesn't just look like him. She acts like him, too," Conner chimed in.
"Try not to remind me," I whispered to my brother.
"Well, it looks like we have a job on our hands, aside from that armed robbery," Dolly said, yanking at his pants, hoisting them up.
"Dolly, there's no- Never mind," Duffy said. "We'll see you at the bar later. On us,"
It didn't hurt at first. The flame was too hot. The smell of burning skin was over whelming me, after the first few seconds. The pole was driving harder against my back, right on my mid-section. Some would call it a "tramp-stamp" but this wasn't something to be showing off. It was a constant reminder of Anthony Yakavetta. A reminder of what I went through. But I knew I would pull out of this.
Suddenly the pain was gone. Now the colder breeze rushed against my new "tattoo" and made the hurt come back.
"So, do you like your new tattoo?" Giovanni asked.
I whipped my head around." Not now, Chekov,"
He simply nodded and reached back grabbing a pair of blue jeans, a white V-neck T-shirt, and underwear. He simply through them over the gate and said "Here". Then, he sat in a chair by the gate and turned on a TV with the game on.
This was going to be the beginning of a great friendship.