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Rachel sat nervously in the small grouping that had gathered in her living room. The Motta's arrived about an hour ago and the Flanagans showed up shortly after that. It was a bit nerve-racking to be sharing a room with known criminals, but Sam's job wasn't exactly normal either. The Motta's dealt in protection for businesses. That's how they made most of their money. The Flanagans dealt in illegal gambling and smuggling. When Sam told Rachel about the smuggling he was quick to inform her that it did not include drugs. That was strictly the Fabray's racket.
Al Motta was an attractive older man with thick brown locks and tan skin. He carried an air of sweetness to him that Rachel found strange and oddly comforting. Sugar Motta was a pretty young woman. SHe obviously cared about appearances if her clothing was any indication. She was wearing a brown long sleeve sweater with a white furry vest and a pair of blue jeans, most likely designer. She looked bored as she filed her nails.
The Flanagans were a well put together family headed by Tara Flanagan, a small red-headed woman who barely looked capable of harming a fly let alone running a crime family. She had a constant smile on her face and every time she laughed her red curls bounced slightly. Her two sons sat on either side of her. Seamus Flanagan was his mom's duplicate in hair and skin tone, but he was broad. He was truly intimidating just sitting there on the couch. Rory Flanagan took after his mother in size, but where his mother had red hair his was a light brown and straight as an arrow. He had an adorable smile and was very timid in his speech.
"We have a problem." Sam began causing the frivolous chit-chat to cease.
"No..." Sugar rolled her eyes. "You and your wife have a problem." She didn't even bother to look up from filing her nails.
"Sugar!" Al said under his breath rather harshly. "Respect!"
"While I disagree with the way mu daughter has said it, I do agree with what she has said. Quinn Fabray is your problem." Rachel knew he wasn't trying to be rude or mean, but he just didn't understand the gravity of the situation.
"I agree." Tara said quickly. He thick Irish accent made it a bit difficult to understand, but Rachel and Sam managed. "What does your fued have to do with us?"
"Everything." Sam said in exasperation. "Quinn is insane. She tried to kill my wife, she killed my brother-in-law."
"Again..." Al said giving them a sad look. "While I'm sadden by the death of your brother, Mrs. Evans. I don't think it would be okay to get involved in this situation. It would be endangering all of our families." Rachel was in shock as Tara nodded.
"I thought you were siding with us." Rachel asked in horror.
"We do." Tara agreed quickly. "But in the businesses we're all involved in...Things can be sticky."
"Quinn is insane..." Rachel began standing up and shocking Sam as she took control. "She killed my brother, threatened my family...my son." Rachel felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. "We had to send him away...to make sure that he would be safe. I would do anything for my child. Apparently, the same can't be said for the two of you." She shot glares at Tara and Al.
"Now wait a minute there lass." Tara began.
"When you blow off the threat of Quinn. That's exactly what you're doing." Rachel continued. "Quinn killed my brother because Russell Fabray raped my mother...Noah was technically a Fabray and according to Quinn Russell was thinking about having Noah take over for him. She killed her sister who, as you know, was in line before her to take over the family business and of course, I watched her kill her father." SHe paused and looked at all their stunned faces. "What did all these people have in common? They were all a threat to the power she so desperately wants. She wants things and she has no problem killing those who stand in her way. How long before she deems you threat to her?"
There was silence as everyone took in what she said. Tara nervously looked at her two boys who were just as nervous as she was. Al looked lovingly at his daughter, imagining all of the terrible things that could happen to her. Rachel smiled as both leaders looked at her determinedly.
"What do you need from us?" Al asked slowly.
"In a week Sam is going to meet with Quinn, after the last attempt on my life she believes I'm dead." Al and Tara nodded. They were well aware of the rumors swirling about town. "I need you and your men to be stationed outside in case any of her men are there."
"What men?!" Sugar scoffed. "She doesn't have any more employees."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked quickly.
"They all took off after Russell was killed." She said still not looking up from her nails. "Although even with Russell there they were barely competent. They didn't like how she ran things. That's why the hit didn't work. She hired the only person who would work for her."
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Al turned to his daughter.
"Aren't you the leader of this family..." She shrugged. Rachel tried not to laugh at the look on his face.
"So..."Sam looked at them all and smiled. "Are you in?"
Rachel sat crouched behind a crate in a large warehouse just on the outside of town. Sam and Rachel came up with the plan a few days before meeting with the rest of the family. Sam had written Quinn a letter stating that now that he had made a terrible mistake in marrying Rachel and now that she was gone they could finally be together just like it was meant to be. Quinn, of course, had fallen for it and told him she would meet him at this very warehouse.
The Motta's and The Flanagan's had stuck by their word and were currently stationed outside with their men. After an hour of waiting crouching behind the crate Rachel's legs were beginning to cramp and there was no sign of Quinn. Tara, who was seated right next to her gun in hand was getting bored also.
"I don't know if she's coming." She said sadly.
"Do you think we've been found out?" Rachel whispered her question
"More likely Quinn skipped town." Tara shrugged. "She didn't have much reason to stay."
"No..." Rachel said slowly as she watched Sam nervously pace the floor in front of them. The gun attached to his hip glinted in the sun that happened to shine through the windows on top of the building. The knife was hidden much better. The knife had one purpose. It was to be driven far into Quinn's chest. Rachel wanted the honor herself, but they all knew the minute she saw Rachel she would turn and run. Rachel and Tara were simply back up to make sure nothing went wrong. "She wouldn't just leave ...she's not the type. She'll be here."
Rachel's thoughts were confirmed when there was a sharp rap was heard on the siding of the warehouse. Quinn was here. Rachel felt her stomach tighten slightly.
"Have ya got a gun lass?" Tara said quietly.
"Of course." Rachel smirked as she flashed her gun, which was firmly attached to her hip, to Tara.
"A Glock 19? I'm impressed." Tara chuckled slightly. "You know how to shoot that thing?"
"Well I use to be a stripper down on the east side...I worked a lot of nights." Rachel smiled back at the older woman. "I'll let you decide."
They both grew quiet as the large door to the warehouse opened. Quinn looked like a mess. Her hair was oily and thrown haphazardly up into a loose ponytail, with bits sticking out here and there. Her sundress, while once it was obviously beautiful and expensive, was covered in what looked like bits of food and blood. Quinn was a shell of the girl she use to be. She had been driven mad by her lust for power.
"Sam." Quinn said softly. Her voice cracked just slightly.
"Quinn." He nodded. Quinn smiled for a moment before she rushed forward and hugged Sam tightly. Rachel felt like shooting the woman where she stood, but Tara's hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Why do you have all those men outside?" Rachel couldn't make out Quinn's face, but she sounded like she was skeptical.
"Have to make sure that the few people who supported Rachel don't show up to ruin this." Sam was doing a fantastic job in pretending to be into Quinn.
"She didn't belong here in the first place." Quinn spat. "Filthy whore thought she could kick it with the rich kids." Quinn giggled. "It was all very sad."
"Yes..." Sam trailed off. "Enough about Rachel. I want to discuss us."
"Where's the baby?" Quinn looked around the warehouse.
"He's with family, just until we get things sorted out." Quinn remained silent, but she nodded.
"I'm so glad she's gone..." Quinn said slowly. "Now we can be together, just like it was meant to be." Rachel watched as Sam stiffened noticeably.
An eerie silence overtook the warehouse as Quinn pulled Sam close to her again. Rachel sat there mentally urging Sam to stab her. In a split second Rachel noticed Quinn's eyes darken.
"Oh Sam." Quinn sighed as she held him tighter. "Do you want to know why I fell in love with you?"
"Why?" He asked pulling back slightly.
"Your eyes..." She smirked. "I could always tell what you were thinking by your eyes. When you were happy, sad, worried, frustrated..." She trailed off as her arms encircled his waist. Rachel had a bad feeling about what was about to happen. "even when you were lying."
Without another word Quinn pulled the hidden blade from Sam's hip and drove it into his side. Sam let out a strangled cry as he fell to the floor. Rachel immediately stood up and fired a shot hitting Quinn in the leg. The blonde cried out as she dove for cover.
"Sam!" Rachel cried out.
"I've got him love." Tara said as she ran to Sam's side. "I spent a few years as a nurse before I married my husband. Kill that bitch!" Rachel nodded and kept her attention on the sparsely filled warehouse. He gun was still drawn. As she turned around a corner she was knocked on her ass by a two by four. Her gun went flying.
"Did you honestly think you would win this?" Quinn giggled. It sent chills down Rachel's spine. "You know what I'm gonna do?" Quinn said kicking the gun away and then kicking Rachel in the side a few times for good measure. "I'm going to kill you, kill Sam...find your son and kill him." Quinn smiled at her with such child like glee. "And there's not a damn thing you can do about it." Quinn was standing just over her waiting for Rachel to plea for her life.
"You're wrong." Rachel said slowly. Without hesitating for another moment she reared her leg back and kicked Quinn in the knee causing it to bend backwards as it broke. Quinn screamed out loudly. Rachel let out a loud cough as she stood up.
She dropped down onto Quinn's chest and grabbed hold of her grubby, greasy hair. Quinn looked terrified. Rachel reveled in switching place with Quinn, over throwing her in her seat of power. "This is for my family." She drove Quinn's head into the ground. "This is for my brother!" Another slam into the concrete ground. "This is for my son!" Another loud bang. Quinn wasn't crying out anymore, she was simply laying there. "This is for Sam!" Rachel felt her cheeks grow warm with tears. She slammed her head extra hard. "And this..."Rachel said slowly "this is for me." She slammed Quinn's head into the ground a few more times. SHe only stopped when the wet squishy sound of Quinn's broken skull broke through the air.
Rachel stood up and dragged herself to where Sam laid next to Tara. There was a small blood pool beneath him and Rachel felt like she was going to throw up at the sight of him. Tara smiled up and said something about calling an ambulance, but Rachel barely heard any of it. She sat there and placed Sam's head carefully in her lap.
"Sam..." She said through her tears. "Sam, baby, I just need you to hang on. Okay, help's coming." He didn't say anything, but simply laid there staring up at her blankly. Rachel began to sob as the sounds of sirens drew nearer.
Rachel knew people were looking at her. She was covered in blood. She had several broken fingers that they had bandaged once she had gotten here, but she didn't care. None of that mattered. She had called Kurt and told him it was safe to bring baby Noah back. Now she was sitting here waiting for news about Sam. They had taken him into surgery over an hour ago and she hadn't heard anything since. Just as she began to get lost in her thoughts a loud clearing of the throat alerted her that someone was there.
"Mrs. Evans..." The doctor said slowly almost as if asking her name.
"Yes?" She rose preparing herself for any news she might receive.
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