CONNOR'S POV:

"Those rat fucks!" Rocco exclaimed, jogging with us to the car. "All of 'em were all laughin' at me, man."

"Are ya sure ya killed 'em, Roc?" Murphy asked, toting a few bags over his shoulder.

"Fuckin' A right I did, I had a goddamn turkey shoot over there," Rocco said, nodding.

"Listen, Roc, did anybody see ya?" I asked, tossing some rope into the backseat of the car.

"Fuck, man, I might as well have gone around postin' flyers." He banged a fist down onto the hood of the car. "Right out in public, man."

I hopped into the car. Kira and Rocco rode in the backseat while Murphy rode shotgun and I drove. We driving down a street back behind some old buildings nobody of any respectable business would own, when Rocco ordered for me to stop the car just outside a strip club. The Sin Bin.

"Vincenzo, that fat motherfucker, Yakavetta's right hand!"

I turned in my seat to look at him. He was sitting in the middle and Kira was leaning over on him from her spot behind me.

"He's the one who set me up then he went around shootin' his mouth off tellin' everyone I was as good as dead. Goes in there every night, 10:00, jerks off to the same titty dancer. Never misses."

Murph turned his head to gaze back at Roc.

"Yeah, so?" Kira asked, shrugging.

"So?" Rocco asked loudly. "So, lets kill the motherfucker! I mean, what are you guys? Like, that's your new thing, right?"

"Yeah, well-" I started, shaking my head.

"Ah, what the fuck! I mean who makes the cut? Is there a raffle or something?"

"Well, to tell ya the truth," Murphy said. "Those first ones, they just sorta fell into our laps."

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

I knew we couldn't tell him the honest truth and expect him to understand. "We haven't really got a system of deciding who, Roc. Its-" I trailed off.

Rocco looked back and forth between Murphy, Kira, and I. "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 fucking! I know where they live! We could kill everyone."

I knew Rocco would be the perfect hookup for this. We could get the information on everyone involved in the crime syndicates and other shit like that and kill them before they had a chance to do anything worse.

"So what do you think?" Murphy asked, flicking the ashes off of the end of his cigarette.

I thought about it for a moment, scratching at my chin and staring out of the window. "I'm strangely comfortable with it."

Murphy and Kira gave small chuckles and Kira gave Rocco a high-five. We went back to Rocco's house and started getting our things ready.

"Boys, I'm not gonna be able to go with ya on this one," Kira said, tying her hair up.

"What do ya mean?" I asked, strapping my shoulder holster on.

She pulled an apron with a writing pad and a pen out from behind her back. "I've gotta work."

Murphy groaned and stood from the couch where he was lacing up his boots. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. "Well, I'll miss ya anyway." He pecked her slowly on the mouth.

My face heated up and I cast my gaze downward.

Rocco stared in disbelief. "When the fuck-?"

I waved a hand. "Just don't, Roc."

Kira pulled away and skipped over to me. "See ya later, Con," she said with a smile, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

I tried to give her somewhat of a grin.

Then she went over to Rocco. "Don't get killed on yer first time out, yeah?" and she grabbed his shoulders and kissed his cheek as well.

"Ha ha," Rocco said sarcastically as she made her way to the door, tying her apron on.

"I'll see you later, boys!" she called. Then she turned to Murphy and pointed a playfully threatening finger at him. "Don't fall for any stripers while you're out."

He made the same gesture to her. "Don't fall for any diner-attendants while you're out."

She rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her.

"Well, we ready, then?" I asked, taking a deep breath and looking around us at our supplies, trying to block out the image of Kira and Murphy so close.

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We waited in the alleyway across the street from the Sin Bin.

Rocco stood near the mouth of the alley and signaled us when Vincenzo Lapazzi pulled up. "That's him," he alerted us.

We crept closer, trying to get a good look. He kind of reminded me of Ron Jeremy, but it might have just been because he was going into this kind of a place and he was short and fat.

We found an entrance in the back of the place through the dressing room for the dancers. Murphy and I pulled on our masks and stood before the door.

"Okay, Roc," Murphy said, sounding like he was about to instruct him on what to do. But the second he caught a look at him, he burst out laughing.

I turned around to see what was so funny. Rocco was wearing what looked like an old tube sock with holes cut out using safety scissors.

"What? You guys got masks," he whispered defensively.

"Ya look like Mush Mouth from Fat Albert," Murphy responded.

I chuckled quietly.

"Fine, fuck it!" Rocco tore the "mask" from his head and threw it on the ground. "When we're through she can ID me. I don't care. Just tryin' to be professional, but noooooo!"

I clapped a hand onto his shoulder as Murphy continued laughing. "It looks fine," I lied.

"No, fuck it," he declined.

"No, shut the fuck up," I said, slapping the side of his head. "Ya look good. Put it on. Ya look fuckin' scary, man."

He picked the mask up off the ground and pulled it back over his head huffily.

"Now, Roc," I said as Murphy and I prepared to bust through the door. "Are ya sure that you're O-B-kay-B?"

Murphy and I were still laughing when we came through the beaded curtain.

Sorry for the wait, guys! But with school almost out, I am back and (nearly) fully operational! :) Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading! Review! :D