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Chapter Eleven: Pain
I lay with Murphy in the bed for a while until I heard the front door open and close. I grabbed my robe and smiled when I saw Connor standing in the living room.
"Where did you go?" I asked.
"Went to see Liam and get new guns," he answered. "Have to make it more difficult for anyone to match the bullets to the other jobs."
"I was thinking that too," I said, "That FBI guy, Smecker, he's pretty smart. They've got him working on your case."
"We gotta figure out a way to hide DNA if it gets left," he responded.
"You mean if you get shot?" I looked into his eyes.
"Aye," he said softly then wrapped his arms around me.
"Ammonia," I said. "That will destroy it." I looked under the sink and pulled out my cleaning supplies. I pulled out a couple of empty spray bottles and filled them. He put the bottles in the bag.
"We've got to head out soon," he said, "Ya sure ya want to go?"
"Are you going to try to talk me out of it?" I asked.
"Would it do any good?" he responded.
"No it wouldn't," I replied, "I guess I should go wake Murphy."
"Aye," Connor said, "We'll head out in a bit. Rocco is on his way."
I walked into the bedroom and turned on the light. Murphy grumbled and pulled the covers over his head. I threw a pillow at him.
"Time to get up now," I said, "get ready to head out."
"Ok, Katie," he stood up still naked and walked across the room. My face flushed. Murphy had no shame.
"Put some clothes on," I said.
"Ya just lay with me like this a bit ago," he responded.
"Yeah," I turned around so he would get dressed. Instead, he walked up to me and pulled my robe off.
"Nothing wrong with being naked, Katie," he said, "Ya are beautiful naked." He leaned in, nipped my neck, and caressed my breast.
"Murphy?" I sighed.
"Aye, Katie," he looked down at me.
"I'd love to continue the debate on whether to walk around naked but we need to get dressed and go," I smiled at him. I watched him walk to pick up his jeans off the floor and gave a whistle. I dressed myself and we walked together back into the living room.
"Are ya ready?" Connor asked handing me my gun.
"As ready as I can be," I said. I slid my gun into a shoulder holster. Then pulled my jacket on. I pulled my hair back in a loose bun.
"Ya should wear it down," Connor said to me as we walked down the steps.
"Do you want to explain why my hair was found at the scene?" I asked.
"Good point there, Katie," Murphy said and handed me the keys to the van.
"Liam loaned it to us. We'll stop a few blocks from the guy's house and take the plates off," Connor said and then he and Rocco climbed into the back of the grey cargo van.
"You want me to drive?" I asked. I remembered Connor trying to teach me to drive his manual transmission car years ago.
"It's an automatic," he winked. I started the van and followed Rocco's directions. We stopped a few houses down. We had to wait for the kid to leave.
"He always leaves the garage door open when he leaves," Rocco explained. "The wife knows the code to the door. We'll get her to open the door."
"You're not going to hurt her or the kid, right?" I asked.
"Na, Katie," Connor said, "No women or children."
"There he goes," Rocco said, watching the boy ride off on his bike.
"Katie," Connor said, "Ya stay here and keep watch." He put a radio in his ear and handed me a walkie.
"What the fuck?" I said, "You're putting me on watch again?"
"If anyone comes we need to know," he said.
"Murphy?"
"Let her come," Murphy said, "She can shoot."
"Connor, you can leave me here and I follow you in a few minutes, or you can let me come now and keep an eye on me from the jump," I said.
"Ok," he reluctantly agreed. I smiled and followed them under the garage door. I pulled my ski mask over my face when the boys did. Rocco grabbed the wife and taped her mouth and hands behind her back.
"Hit the numbers lady," Rocco said with a gun to her head, "Or I will kill you!"
"Don't!" I said, "Her hands are taped." Murphy pulled out his knife and cut the tape.
"Why do I always gotta be on bitch detail?" Rocco asked.
The woman entered the code and I pulled a stun gun out and zapped her until she fell to the ground. I quickly felt for a pulse and nodded. I followed the boys quietly into the room.
Rocco skimmed the room, "All of them!" The shooting started. I pulled my gun from its holster and joined suit. They fired effortlessly with their Barrettas. I had my Glock equipped with a silencer and shot. Hitting mobster after mobster. Watching them shoot was like watching poetry in motion.
Two wise guys dove under the pool table. Rocco dropped to his knees and continued firing. Connor and Murphy pulled off their masks. I glanced around the room. Everyone appeared to be dead. I started picking up shell casings.
"Shit! Shit!" Rocco shouted. "He ain't here!"
"What the fuck ya mean he isn't here?" Murphy shouted back.
"I mean he ain't here!" Rocco said.
"Look again for fuck's sake," Connor yelled.
"I know what the fuck he looks like," Rocco shouted.
I saw it before the others. The bathroom door started to open.
"Look behind you!" I shouted. Rocco shot the man he was looking for in the stomach but that didn't stop him from coming. He dove over the couch at Rocco.
"Oh shit!" Rocco exclaimed. Murphy grabbed the man from behind.
"No!" Connor yelled, "Let the fucking bloke go! It's time to earn your stripes there Roc!"
"He's gonna get fucking killed," Murphy shouted back.
"It was your idea to bring him in," Connor held Murphy back. "Now's your chance Roc. You take that man."
A wise guy started to get up from the floor. I pushed Connor out of the way and shot him. I stood and took a breath. I looked over and saw the man choking Rocco.
"Do something!" I shouted. Murphy rolled a cue ball across the floor. Rocco caught it and started bashing in the face of the man.
"Sick fuck!" Rocco shouted repeatedly until the man stopped moving.
"All right then," Connor said softly.
"Fuck you! Fuckin'…" he started to charge Connor. Connor grabbed him and flung him down on the pool table.
"Now take a fuckin' deep breath there, Roc," Connor said, "Ya did fine. Nicely done." Connor covered Rocco's mouth with his gloved hand, leaned down, and kissed it. Rocco lay there for a moment breathing deeply. I continued picking up stray bullet casings as the boys laid the bodies out. Crossing the dead's arms and covering their eyes with pennies. I closed my eyes as they prayed over the dead.
"Let's go," I said. I threw the shell casings in my bag.
"That was some nice shooting in there, Katie," Connor said as we made our way through the house.
"I knew she could do it," Murphy gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and pulled the front door open. Rocco exited the door first. Connor and Murphy behind him. I took up the rear. They stopped and I looked past them.
The figure in front of us was terrifying. A large man, alone, he must have been the size of Murphy and Connor together. The man had a silver beard, wore sunglasses and had a vest with six guns in it. The man pulled the first pair of guns and started firing.
"Stay behind us, Katie!" Connor shouted. He, Murphy, and Rocco pulled their guns and started firing back at the man. I loaded a new clip in my Glock.
"Stay down, Katie!" Murphy yelled at me. I saw the man drop his first pair of guns then pulled out his second. I heard Rocco yell as he was hit in the hand.
"You son of a bitch!" Rocco started shooting with his other hand. Murphy caught a bullet in his arm. I couldn't stand in the background any longer. Rocco was lying on the ground and Murphy had been knocked into the bushes.
The man pulled his last pair of guns and started firing. He hit Connor in the leg. I started firing. I hit the man in the shoulder as he got off his last shots.
"Murph! Are ya alright!" Connor shouted.
"Motherfucker!" Murphy shouted from the bushes. The man ran off.
"Roc get the bag!" Connor yelled.
"Get the blood!" I shouted. Connor pulled the bottles of ammonia from the bag and sprayed the blood splatter.
"What the fuck was that?!" Murphy asked.
"He shot my fucking finger off!" Rocco shouted.
"Come on let's get the fuck out of here!" I grabbed Connor by the waist and help him back into the van.
"Fucking shit!" Murphy yelled as we climbed in.
"Katie, did you get hit?" Connor looked at the blood on my shirt.
"I'm ok," I said.
"Where did all that blood come from?" Murphy asked.
"It's yours," I said, "We need to get you to the hospital."
"We can't go to the fucking hospital," Murphy stated, "They have to call the cops on gun shot wounds."
"I can't believe he shot off my fucking finger," Rocco said. I pulled the van into the garage near my apartment.
"Shit," I said, "I took nursing for a semester but I don't know if I can pull out a bullet."
"It's ok, Katie," Connor said, "Looks like it went clean through. Just ha' ta stop the bleeding." We walked as quickly as possible up my stairs.
"Who the fuck was he, Rocco?" Connor shouted when we entered, "I know you fucking know, so don't even start."
"Fuck you," Rocco responded, "I told you I never saw him before!"
"He sure as fuck knew you!" Murphy yelled.
"Fuck you both!" Rocco shouted back.
"We're fucking armatures here!" Connor yelled. They continued shouting at each other. I started the flame on the fire and looked for something to use to cauterize their wounds. I ran to my medicine cabinet and grabbed all the gauze and pain medicine I had there.
"Will you three shut the fuck up?" I shouted. "I have fucking neighbors and if you don't want them to call the fucking cops. Take the noise level down a bit."
The three of them looked at me. I'd never really spoke to them that way before. I was always calm. But seeing the two people you care for most in the world get shot causes you to loose some of the calmness.
"I don't know how else to stop the bleeding," I said, "We'll have to burn them closed. I don't have much for the pain. But it's the only way."
"Will you be able to do it, Katie?" Murphy asked setting Rocco's iron over the flame.
"Yes but I'll need the other two of you to hold him down. Who's first?" I asked.
"I'll go first," Murphy said. I ripped the sleeve off Murphy's arm and nodded at Connor who put his full weight on his back. Rocco grabbed a towel and pulled it tight around Murphy's mouth to quiet the screams.
"I'm sorry," I said as I press the hot iron to his flesh. He screamed as I held it there. Tears fell from my eyes. I pulled it away and wrapped the wound in a bandage. Murphy reached up and wiped the tears from my eyes. Murphy took the iron from me and cauterized what was left of Rocco's finger. I wrapped his hand in a bandage.
I put the iron back on the stove and looked at Connor. He was the only one left. The blood had barely stopped pouring from his leg wound. It had to be done. I cleaned it off and picked up the iron. Murphy held the gag tightly in Connor's mouth. My hands started to shake.
"I'll do it, Katie," Rocco said taking the iron from me. I released the iron and stepped closer to Connor. I laced my fingers through his hair and he watched my eyes as Rocco held the iron to his leg. He held tightly to Murphy's hand and kept his eyes locked on mine. He didn't make a sound.
"Go sit in the living room," I said with a half-smile, "Try not to bleed all over anything else while I clean this up."
"Aye, Katie," Connor limped into the living room with Rocco behind him. I started to clean up the blood that was all over my sink and table. I let the tears fall when I thought they were safely in the other room. I didn't know that Murphy had stayed behind.
"I'm sorry about bringing ya into this, Katie," he took me into his chest, "I should have agreed with Connor and made ya stay behind."
"Then that man could have killed you," I said, "I don't like seeing either of you hurt." Murphy helped me finish cleaning up the blood. I grabbed some beers out of the fridge and handed them out.
"Why are you watching the news?" I asked sitting down beside Connor on the couch.
"Look they're about to talk about us," Murphy said and sat on the couch beside me.
"We're confident that our investigation will lead to the apprehension of the suspects," Smecker said on the TV.
"Fucking hell," Connor said.
"What?" Rocco asked, "That guy?"
"That's the guy who got you off the hook with the Checkov thing, right?" I asked.
"That's him," Murphy answered.
"He's one smart man," Connor added.
"They got nothing," Rocco stated.
"This guy's sharp. If he hasn't figured us out yet," Connor said, "He will."
"You bet your ass he will," Murphy added.
"Well I'd say that makes him a lia-fuckin-ability," Rocco stated.
"He isn't to be touched," Connor said firmly.
"He's a good man," Murphy continued.
"Ok, whatever," Rocco said.
I pulled a cigarette from its pack and put it between my lips. I fumbled through my pockets looking for a lighter.
"Don't you ever have a light?" Murphy asked and flicked his Zippo. I felt the beer sooner than normal. I started to run my hand up Connor's leg. He flinched when I grazed his wound.
"Sorry," I said softly. "Guess you two will be out of commission for a few days."
"I don't know about that," he slid my hand upwards. I felt his bulge. He leaned in and whispered, "That still works." He kissed me softly on the neck. I slowly moved my hand away.
"I want you to be able to walk tomorrow," I said.
"You guys fuck like fucking rabbits," Rocco laughed. I picked up a cushion from the couch and threw it at him.
"Not tonight," I said, "They've got to get their strength back up."
"Katie, my legs still work," Murphy said to me. I smiled.
"Tonight we just sleep," I responded. I stood and stretched then walked towards my bedroom. They watched me closely. "Are you coming?"
Murphy and Connor followed me into my room. I smiled as Connor gripped my hips and pressed against me. He softly kissed me on the neck. I reached back and grabbed his thighs behind me. He shouted in pain.
"I told you we're just sleeping tonight," I smiled and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it in the laundry basket. I took my jeans off and tossed them too.
"Ya can't tell us that then strip in front of us," Murphy said blocking my entry to the closet. I ran my hand down his arm. He cried out when I got too close to his injury.
"You won't be much good to me if you're in pain," I said. I grabbed a Bruins jersey from my closet and pulled it over my head. "Let me take care of you tonight." I helped Murphy pull his shirt over his head, careful this time to avoid his injury. He removed his boots and took off his pants then plopped down on my bed.
I turned and Connor had already removed his shirt and boots. I undid his pants and slowly lowered them down being careful of his injured leg. He looked down and smiled at me on my knees in front of him. I winked and stood up, then pushed him onto the bed. I wiggled my way in between them. I laid my head on Connor's chest and Murphy nuzzled his nose into my neck.
"Ya really just want ta sleep?" Connor asked.
"No," I responded, "But it will do for now." I closed my eyes and relaxed in their combined warmth.