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Hey everyone, thank you for being patient. I am really sorry for the late update but I have been unusually busy with school lately. The end of the year is approaching and we have test after test after essay etc. After posting a new story yesterday I decided that I would finish this before Monday, which is what I did.

I hope it's ok and that you like it. If you don't then please let me know why because I can always use your opinion to make my story better.

So the whole 'romance' thing has been put on a hold again because it just didn't fit with my view of the story. It will come, I promise, just please be patient once more.

I hope you like it, please let me know,

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Chapter 14: Time to leave

'Ye can't fucking be serious!' Murphy shouted through the room. He threw the cards he'd been holding in the air and jumped from the bed. 'Ye must be cheating somehow.' He said while pointing his finger in the direction of Alison. 'Ye can't just win five times in a row like that by cheer luck!'

Alison was trying to keep herself from laughing while batting her eyelashes at him innocently. 'I can't? I thought I was just being very lucky.' She said with a sweet voice and a teasing twinkle in her eyes.

He grumbled something and sat down again. He wasn't good at dealing with losing a game. He wasn't when he lost against his brother and he wasn't losing against Alison. Especially not if she has a winning streak like this.

'He is right lass, ye're doing a hell of a good job for yer first time playing this game.' Connor said, picking up the cards his brother had just thrown down.

Alison laughed and winked. 'I never said it was my first time playing this game'

Connor shook his head and laughed at this. Murphy was frowning as he mulled over that statement. 'But we had to explain it to ye.' He said, confused. She laughed again. 'I never asked you to. That was your own doing.' She put a hand on his and looked at him mockingly sympathetic. 'You shouldn't just assume girls don't gamble my dear.'

Da laughed at that. He had been watching the news for a while, but their game had been a lot more interesting.

'Aye,' He said with a smile playing on his lips. 'Yer mother was a gambler herself, and a great one I must say.' He shook his head at the memory and laughed. There was a look in his eyes that made it clear how badly he missed her. He always had that look when he talked about the past.

'She did always come home with bags full of money…' Connor started, laughing at the memory himself. 'But we never knew if she'd gotten it through gambling or if she had taken it off some guy who'd try and steal from her.' Murphy finished.

Alison chuckled along with them. She had heard so many stories about their past, their friends and family in Ireland. She loved to listen to them telling her everything. They were such good story tellers, especially when they would finish each other's sentences, that always made it more interesting. Half of the stories ended up in a discussion between the boys though, they never were sure how it ended. That however, made it even more interesting to listen to.

The past two weeks had been her recovery time. She had been in bed for at least 5 days after getting shot and had then finally been able to persuade the boys she was perfectly capable of getting up.

At first it had hurt like hell and she had tried to move as little as possible, eventually it became more bearable though and now she was walking as if nothing had ever happened. Not that it didn't hurt anymore, it still did, but the pain was just a small twinge compared to before.

The stories the boys had told her while she was in bed, or on the couch, had made her long for Ireland. It was weird because she had never felt like that before. She had never had a home she had longed to go back to. Right now she had however. She wanted to meet the boys' mother, their friends. She wanted to see where they grew up, wanted to go to the places they always talked about. She sighed at that thought.

The boys looked up at her when she did, why was she sighing? Before they could ask however there was a knock at the door and she had jumped to her feet within a second. They loved to see her up like this again, no need to hiss against the pain anymore.

She skipped to the door in the greatest of moods. It was amazing how she had been in the same mood since she had met the boys. She had actually felt like she belonged somewhere and she loved that feeling. The fact she had Artem back as her friend made it even better. Even Pavlov being alive didn't ruin her mood. She would get to him eventually, in the meantime she had a place she was able to stay.

She opened the door with a wide grin on her lips. She knew that it would probably be Paul, Artem or Romeo. All of them deserved the grin so who cared she probably looked like an idiot. The moment she saw who it was however the grin left her face, leaving room for a frown to form. It was Paul yes, but he didn't look happy.

He looked like he hadn't slept in days. He had dark circles under his eyes and he had a worried look in them. His hair was a mess and looked greasy, as if he hadn't taken a shower in days either. He also seemed to have forgotten to shave.

'Paul!' She said, shocked. 'What's wrong?'

He coughed a moment and sighed then. 'Can I please come in?' He asked, choosing not to answer her question. 'But of course' She said, stepping aside so he could enter. She closed the door and went straight to the kitchen to make some tea for him. When she was a kid her mom told her that tea could make everyone feel better. She wasn't sure if that was true, but she could always try.

'Ye look like shit Paul.' Murphy said bluntly. Paul laughed, 'I know Murphy. Thank you for reminding me.' Murphy shook his head with a smile and stood up to give Paul a hug. Connor and Da did the same.

After all of them had taken a seat and Paul had received his cup of tea Connor cleared his throat. 'What's going on? Why do ye look like ye haven't slept in days?'

Paul took a sip of his tea, taking his time to answer Connor. He didn't want to give them this news, after all that they already have been through. Especially Alison. It was as if someone had decided she was going to die, they just needed a way to kill her.

He swallowed his tea and looked at everyone in the room. Alison had taken place in between Murphy and Connor on the bed, Da sat in his leather chair and he was on the couch.

'A few days ago I met up with a contact of mine, who has been undercover in the Italian mob.' The boys and Alison didn't seem to see anything threatening about what he was saying just yet, but Da was frowning.

'He told me about a favor the Italian mob boss is doing for the Russian mob boss.' This made Alison shift uncomfortably and the boys narrow their eyes.

'Turns out that Pavlov asked Deangelo for help concerning a girl that made a fool out of him.' He cleared his throat again. 'Alison, I'm afraid the Italians are after you as well.'

She closed her eyes at the news, trying to think of something to say. Luckily she didn't have to, Paul continued his story. 'I've been tracking their movements since I heard. It seems like they still are clueless as to where you are. They will find out however, you have to leave to a safe house.'

Da nodded once and gestured for the boys to go to their room. 'Go pack, we'll be leaving soon.' Murphy and Connor both nodded at their father and walked to their room, followed by Alison. She sat down on the bed with her legs crossed.

'I'm sorry guys.' She said, looking at her feet. She was feeling really guilty for making the boys have to leave their place. They stopped grabbing stuff and throwing them into a large black duffel bag they'd found. They turned around to face her and were both frowning. 'What are ye talking about lass?' Connor asked her in confusion.

She sighed and looked up at them with a guilty look in her eyes. 'I've done nothing but cause you trouble since the very moment I met you guys. Now you even have to leave your home because of me.'

They shared a glance that took less than a second and then walked up to her. 'Alison,' Murphy said, holding her head in his hands so she had to look at him. 'We don't mind love. Ye're more important than this place. For us, home is where ye are!' He leaned in to give her a soft and quick kiss on the lips. Connor was rubbing her shoulder.

'Aye lass, he's right. Ye're way more important than this crappy place.' He kissed the top of her head and pulled her in for a hug.

'Plus we've always wanted to see Paul's safe houses.' Murphy winked at her and she laughed. He went back to the bag while Connor stayed by her side for a moment.

'We care for ye love, ye're family.' He said and gave her a kiss on her temple.

She smiled and nodded. 'Thank you guys, for everything.' They grinned widely at her. 'That's what we're here for love.' They said at exactly the same time.

She laid down on her side and watched the boys packing. She played the words she'd heard from Connor over and over again in her mind. Ye're family. She smiled. How she loved to be part of this family. They were incredible, sweet and caring. She loved them so much it hurt, especially Murphy. She watched his short dark hair and his handsome face. The look of worry on it, just for her. With the thought of this guy loving her she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

When everything they though they would need was inside the bag they glanced back to the bed where Alison lay, sleeping. They smiled at the scene and glanced at each other. After sharing a short nod they left for the living room where Da and Paul were still discussing how to proceed when they entered.

'Ye got everything?' Da asked his boys when he noticed they'd returned. They both nodded at the same time. 'Good. Where's Alison?' He asked.

'She's asleep' Connor answered, a smile spreading on his lips again as he remembered the innocent sight of her on the bed. She'd looked so peaceful, even though everything around her was going wrong. Da nodded, glad he didn't have to send her away from the room while they were discussing this. That was a problem he could avoid now.

'Good.' He said again. The boys looked at him, question marks in their eyes. 'Why is that good?' Murphy asked him with interest.

'Paul says that we take shelter in his safe house in the woods.' Da started. Both Connor and Murphy frowned at the tone in his voice. 'But?' They asked.

'But,' Da continued. 'They will find us there eventually. It's inevitable.'

Paul was facing them too now, a sad look in his eyes. 'The Russians have connections, that's true. There is a reason however why Pavlov went to Deangelo for help. The Italians have a wider range of connections. People who will do anything to erase their debt with the mob.' He took a deep breath before continuing.

'This is the main problem for now. The Italians will eventually find you guys, wherever you go in America.'

The boys frowned and shared a glance. 'In America? Ye mean we have to leave?'

Paul shook his head. 'She, has to leave.' He corrected them.

This made the boys' eyes widen. 'What?' Murphy shouted at him. 'Ye're telling us that we have to leave her?' Paul didn't look fazed by his outburst, he had expected it.

'Boys, your job here isn't done yet. Boston is still crawling with crime. If you leave now, that will not be stopped.'

Murphy had to stop himself from shouting that he did not fucking care. Even if God had chosen them to help the city, would He really want them to leave the one person they want to protect more than anything in the world.

'We can't just make her leave her life behind.' Connor said. He knew what his brother was thinking, he was thinking the exact same thing. Now he just had to find excuses to keep her here, and to be honest he thought he had pretty good ones.

'What kind of life did she have?' Paul asked them. 'She has been hunting Pavlov since her sister died. She has no real life here! If she stays, she'll get killed! The Russians, nor the Italians, will stop hunting her.'

'But she won't want to leave. She still needs to avenge her sister.' Murphy said, calmer than anyone had expected him to be.

'We can't give her a choice.' This made both boys clench their fists in anger.

'How can we not give her a choice?' Murphy asked him through clenched teeth.

Paul shrugged, 'I don't know boys. But I know that I care for her as much as you do and I do not want to see her get killed.'

'Ye think we want that?' Connor asked him in all seriousness. Paul shook his head, 'No, that's why you boys have to help me get her out of the country.'

They were about to protest when Da interrupted. 'She can go to yer Ma. She'll take care Alison plus she'll be safe there. When we get back, everything will be alright again.'

Murphy narrowed his eyes at his father. 'That is if she'll ever forgive us for sending her away.' He turned around and left for the door at those words. Connor took a last look at the men in the living room with the same sad look reflected in their eyes. He shook his head and followed his brother to the door, up the stairs to the roof.

Alison lowered herself onto the ground, her eyes wide and her heart racing. When she'd woken up because of Murphy's shouts she had thought he was arguing with his brother again. It had turned out o be something completely different though.

She still couldn't believe what she had heard them say. Were they really going to send her away without giving her the chance to get back at Pavlov? She knew that she had been in life threatening situations a lot lately, but still. She had made a promise to her sister, she couldn't just back down from that promise.

In a way she understood why they would want her to leave. They didn't want anything to happen to her. What Da had said, about her being able to stay with Ma made her stomach churn in anticipation. She was almost tempted to let it all happen so she would finally meet her. However then her sister re-entered her mind and she was back on track again.

She ignored the words that were still floating over from the living room where Da and Paul were still discussing. Focusing on finding a solution to the problem she closed her eyes.

Romeo couldn't help her, he would report straight back to Da and the boys. Artem she wasn't too sure about. Yes he was her friend, but he wouldn't want her to get killed and that might just be the reason for him to do the exact same thing as Romeo would do.

Who else could she go to.

Suddenly she remembered something. Something that had happened to her a long time ago, or what felt like a long time ago at least.

She had been with the Russians still and had met the higher bosses. She and Artem had been doing so well that they had been invited for a party where all the important people would be. That's where she had met Yuri. Yuri was one of the bosses of the Russian mob, at least at the time he was. She wasn't sure what happened to him in the meantime because she had tried to see him as an enemy. That is a lot harder however when someone is really nice and sweet towards you, like he was.

Yuri had been an older gentleman, around his 60's she had guessed. He had had a daughter himself who had died in a car accident at the age of 24. He had told her how she reminded him of his daughter. They had talked a lot and became friends in a way, until she left the mob.

She wondered sometimes about how he was doing. She never had known if he would hand her over to Pavlov if she went over to his place, she still didn't know. However she didn't have much choice. There wasn't anyone else who could help her now, and making new friends wouldn't be quick enough.

Yuri it is then, she decided.

She got up from the floor and looked in the mirror, making sure her smile looked real before entering the living room. She would have to put on one hell of an act to fool both Da and Paul, but she was determined to do it.

The moment they were outside Murphy cursed loud and punched the wall with his fist. He didn't cringe at the pain that surged through his arm, he was feeling too angry to even care. Seeing his knuckles scraped and bloody he cursed. Alison would probably not like to see that. The thought of her made him mad all over again, how could Da and Paul ask this?

'Why the fuck do those fucking Italians have to interfere into our fucking business?' He growled, to no one in particular. Not that there was anyone else on top of the roof than his brother, so there would just be one person to answer him anyway.

Connor patted his brother on the back and sat down, leaning against the railing. Murphy sat down next to him in the exact same way that they had been sitting the last time they were up here, when he'd run out of the room after Alison telling them she had been in the Russian mob. Alison had a way of getting to them, that was for sure. It wasn't her fault however, they would never blame her.

'Can we really do this?' Murphy asked his brother. 'Can we really…'

'.. betray her?' Connor finished for his brother. Murphy nodded.

'I don't know Murph. I just fucking don't know.'

Murphy ground his teeth together. 'I don't want to lose her Connor. I only just found out she loves me, if I lose her now I don't think I'll survive.'

Connor had never heard his brother talk this way. But he did understand how he was feeling. He couldn't imagine his life without her anymore either. She had indeed become a part of their family. He didn't want to lose her and he didn't even love her the same way Murphy did, he could only imagine how his brother must be feeling right now.

'Fuck.' Murphy muttered and rested his head against the railing behind him.

'But if we don't do it,' Connor started. 'and she dies? What then?' Paul's words haunted the both of them. They would never stop hunting her. She would end up dead, one way or another.

Murphy was silent for a moment. If she died because they hadn't sent her away, would that make it worse? He didn't know. She would be alive yes, but if she wouldn't forgive them would that really be better?

Yes it would, he decided. She would have a chance to live, without them if she wanted it that way. She could be happy. That's all he wanted for her, to be happy.

Connor was thinking the same thing as Murphy and they glanced at each other. 'We have to get her out of here.' Connor said. Murphy agreed. 'Tonight.'

They got up and hurried down the stairs back to their apartment. They saw Da and Paul still sitting together, discussing things. They looked up at the boys. 'Ok.' They said. Da nodded at that answer. Not fully satisfied with the idea of what they were planning on doing. His face turned into a frown quickly though as he scanned the empty space behind them.

'Where is she?' He asked them. The boys looked at each other and at him, dumbfounded. 'Sleeping?' Connor said, gesturing at the door.

Murphy was at the door in an instant, throwing it open with a loud bang the moment he saw the frown forming on his father's face. He faced an empty room, except for a small piece of paper on the bed.

'She said she was going to look for ye boys.' Murphy heard from the other room. 'How could we have been this stupid?' Da didn't often refer to himself as stupid, probably because he mostly saw more than other people. Right now he'd missed something crucial though.

Murphy walked back into the room with the piece of paper he had found on the bed, swallowing while reading it.

I'm sorry guys, I really am. I love you all and I wish I could stay but you will not let me if I do. I care for you like you're family, but I made a promise to my sister to avenge her. I can't just back down from that promise. I will not leave for my own safety. I'm sorry.

I'm going to a friend and I'm going to kill Pavlov. After that I hope I will find you again and you won't blame me for anything. If you do, I understand. Just please know one thing. I really do love you.

Be safe,

Alison

He read the note out loud. Connor sat down on the couch, his head in his hands. Both Da and Paul cursed. 'How could we have done this.' Connor asked out loud. 'How could we not have seen how she would react to it?'

No one answered him. Murphy was staring at the letter still in his hand. He had done the one thing he never should have done, doubt her ability to take care of herself. He loved her, he really did. He had only wanted her to be safe. Now he had chased her away though, how could he ever forgive himself?

He looked up at everyone, just one thought in his head.

'Guys.' He said. They all looked up at him expectantly. 'We have to find her. We will not let her do this on her own.' They all nodded in agreement. The fact she had run away had opened their eyes to what they had done. They had been stupid that was for sure.

Connor shared a meaningful glance with his brother. 'Let's go get Artem.' He said. Murphy nodded once and jumped up. They were going to find her. When they did they were going to help her kill the man that ruined her life. Afterwards they would leave America together. That was the plan for now, the question is would it all work out?

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