Smecker sat down next to Conner while Murphy was using the restroom. The Saints had been living with Emanuelle for about two weeks, and they had been taking things very slow. Goodnight kisses, sharing the same bed, the usual. Paul was still coming to terms with his daughter seeing the brothers, but he didn't treat them differently. He still loved Emanuelle no matter who she wanted to be with, and he didn't mind them being together, mostly because he knew that Conner and Murphy, being twins, shared almost everything, even if it meant sharing his daughter. It was the age difference that he had trouble dealing with, and Emanuelle would always be his little girl, no matter what. Still, he had his doubts about their relationship.

Today, Paul had some news to tell Murphy and Conner while Eunice and Emanuelle were out shopping. Eunice had brought a wig for Emanuelle and presented a stack of cash, telling Paul that they would be going to the mall right down the road.

Murphy returned from the bathroom, raising a confused eyebrow in Smecker's direction. "What's up?"
"Sit down." he nodded his head towards the seat next to Conner's. Paul took in their appearances. They still looked the same as they always had. Worn, faded jeans held up by a black leather belt, black tee shirts with their rosaries hidden underneath, and boots. Smecker would bet his last dollar that they'd be wearing their black pea coats and shades if they were out in public. He took a deep breath, showing them a file of their old acquaintance. "What's the last you heard on Romeo Vasquez?"

"Our Mexican?" Conner asked. "They pu' 'im in a sepra'e cell block, so other than when he was in recovery, nothin'."

Paul nodded. "Well, someone got him out, too. He left a note on his cell wall." He presented a photograph of five words carved into a stone wall. I'm going to find them. "You think he's talking about you two?"
Murphy shrugged. "We didn' do nothin' to 'im. Ain' a fuckin' reason for 'im to be findin' us."

"Yeah." Conner agreed. "How'd the bastard ge' ou' anyway?"

Paul shrugged. "They said it was someone on the inside. I don't know, boys. I'm seein' your name everywhere nowadays. They're not as concerned about him getting out as they are you. We'll just have to see who he's after then, huh?"

"I jus' don' think tha' Romeo would be lookin' for us, ye know?" Conner said as he shook his head.

"Who's Romeo?" A female voice asked from the doorway. Emanuelle stood with a hand on her hip. Eunice had done one hell of a makeover on the young Smecker. The three men did a once over with their eyes, starting from her six-inch stilettos, her smooth, lotioned legs that were beautiful for an overweight woman, to her blue jean cutoff skirt, the dark, ruffled pink blouse and her black leather bomber jacket. Her eyebrows were freshly waxed and her fingernails had new acrylic tips. Her makeup was done beautifully, as was her hair, which had new highlights and was trimmed with shorter bangs. Diamond earrings glistened in the sunlight that came in through the window, and a silver necklace with a carbonado cross pendant hung just above her perfect cleavage.

"A Mexican that would kidnap you looking like that." Paul answered roughly. Then he realized the looks he was receiving. "You're still my little girl, Manny. I don't care if you're twenty-one or fifty-one."

"Speakin' of bein' twenty-one," Conner smirked, "ye still haven' had a sho' with me."

"Well, Conner, you failed to ask me if I drank, and my answer would be no."

"No drinkin'? You?" Murphy's lips twisted into a smile. "I'll be' ye tha' I can ge' ye to do a body sho'."

"Manny," Paul shot the boys grim looks, desperate to change the subject. "I thought you had a wig on when you left. Who did your hair?"

"Eunice." She answered, running a hand through her highlighted strands. "Do you like it? She was in a hurry because someone was staring at us." She shrugged. "Then he started following me around after Eunice left, so I went ahead and came home."

The brothers nodded with grins, while Paul said, "Of course, Sweetie. I love you anyway you are. Where is Eunice anyway?"

"Oh, she ditched me at the mall. Said something about seeing someone." Emanuelle laughed. "I drove home, though." Then she cocked her hip. "Okay, so answer my question. Who's Romeo?"

"He used to roll with us." Murphy answered. "We me' 'im on the ferry on the way over here from Ireland. 'E was an underground stree' fighter, an' 'e wanted to ge' in on our thing, so we tried 'im ou'. 'E was alright, bu' no' all of the time."

Emanuelle furrowed her eyebrows. "What's he got to do with you guys now?"

"Nothing, Sweetheart. I was just asking the boys what they'd heard about him."

She pointed to the file sitting next to her father. "Can I see that?" He handed it to her, then returned to conversation with the brothers. Emanuelle wasn't paying much attention to them. Instead, she was focused on Romeo Vasquez's files.

Romeo Vasquez Age: 32
Charges: Illegal underground street fighting; Battery; Assistance to 26 counts of murder
Arrests: 1989: Public Intoxication (sentanced: overnight; released); 1989: Public Nudity (sentanced: overnight; released); 1998: Battery (sentenced: 90 days; released); 2005: Battery (sentenced 90 days; released); 2007: Battery (sentenced: 90 days; released); 2009: Illegal Underground Street Fighting, Assistance to 26 counts of murder (sentenced: 19 years; pending release)
Notes: Escaped from "Hoag" Maximum Security Prison on June 21, 2012; has not been located.

What really caught Emanuelle's attention was his picture. His dark skin showed that he was, in fact, from Mexican descent. His long black hair hung in grimy waves past his shoulders. He had dark chocolate eyes with bloodshot whites. She had seen him before. As a matter of fact, she'd seen him that day. She wasn't going to tell the men, due to the fact that they would flip a bitch if she told them that Romeo Vasquez was the man that stared and followed her after Eunice had left her at the mall.

WOW. Romeo is back in buisness... I wonder what he wanted with Emanuelle, and who was he looking for?