A/N: AHHH! This is IT! *paints face with war paint* Hope it lives up to expectations.
I have been looking forward to this chapter SO much. Thanks to AliceFan01 for being a buddy and
keeping me engaged and excited. Hugs!
WARNING: Graphic Sexual contents...psht who am I kidding? You kinky bastards love it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing BDS.
"I feel forces all around me
Come on raise your head
Those who hide behind the shadows
Live with all that's dead
Look at me... look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head"
Chapter 21: Bullets
"C'mere, 'Melia." Connor gestured to me from the bed. His face was concerned and Murphy gave me a little shove, encouraging me to move. I took a step and then another. Within a second I was being wrapped up in strong arms. "S'will be alrigh'. Ye'll see." He reassured me. All day I have been on edge, knowing tomorrow morning would change so many things. I took a deep breath, letting the warmth of Connor knock off the chill of worry.
"I know, líne saol, but I still worry. Can't help it." I mumbled back. Connor took a deep breath and hoisted me into the bed. I didn't make any noise, just willingly went. Murphy soon joined us and I was enveloped in Macmanus. I stretched my naked legs out, trying to tug my over sized night shirt down to cover my panties. Murphy stilled my hand, then lifted it to his lips to kiss it. My stomach tightened and I gave them a sad smile. The past week had been busy and very disorienting. Since 'boys night', Connor and Murphy were very confusing. One day they were clingy almost, the next they were distant and quiet. Today happened to be the first balanced day. "I'm just stressed, I reckon. I got everythin' taken of, I dont know what's wrong with me." I told them, trying to sound as if that was the truth. I mean I wasn't lying...but I didn't want to add more to their plates.
"Aye, everyt'ing is done. Ye need to taka breath, love." Murphy told me, kissing my hand again. My eyes found the skin he'd kissed, feeling the tingles weave themselves into my heart. I seen the little scars from where I'd cut them up my night in Yakavetta's hold. I shivered. My hand tightened on Murphy's, pulling him in closer.
"Nerves?" Connor asked from my left. I sighed and nodded, turning my eyes to him. The dark blonde kissed my forehead and we laid in silence for a few minuets. I guess we three had a lot on our minds. It was weighing us down. Another reason I was stressed and ready to just scream at any moment was tonight was the last night I had with them for at least a week and a half. We'd get up, I'll call Smecker and tell him when to meet us at the courthouse. He'll let us in, Greenly and the boys will keep an eye out for us while the boys take care of Yakavetta. I will be seated already, happy to witness. Then afterwards, the boy's will cut out the back and I will go out the front door. We'll meet at McGinty's directly after and Shaun will run them to the docks come night fall. My stomach knotted.
"I am goin' to miss y'all is all. Not so much nervous, just know you're leavin' and it kills me." My voice wavered but I swallowed and took a deep breath. "But, it'll make our reunion even better." My recovery seemed to leave them quiet again, holding me tighter. My heart shivered. Before I could think too much into it, I inhaled sharply and grabbed Murphy. He went rigid for a split second before letting me press my lips firmly into his. I ran my right hand up into his hair before gripping it. He grunted and adjusted his leg to wrap around my right leg. My free hand snaked out and found Connor's shirt. I gave a firm tug and he brought himself in, wrapping around my left leg. I sighed happily, feeling his hand trail up and down my stomach over my shirt.
"Need to touch you." I grunted, pulling away from Murphy's mouth to speak. I licked my lips, motioning to their clothes. They shared a serious look, and got off the bed to undress. When they were down to their boxers I decided to shut my brain off. I didn't want to think too much tonight. I wanted them. Their eyes were getting that familiar darkness to them, but there was a new sense of awareness there. One I'd never seen before, and it made the itching in my brain flair up for a moment. No, Amelia. Not now. I followed their lead and slid off the bed. I faced Murphy and let Connor pull my shirt from me. I felt my cheeks warming and without qualm from them, I pushed my panties down and kicked them to the side.
"We'll nev'r get tired of seein' ye naked, love." Connor murmured, leaning down to kiss my neck and run his hands down my sides. I shivered, looking up into Murphy's eyes. He lifted his hands to my face, meeting me in a kiss.
"Should we..?" He asked against my lips. I took a moment to think. Did I want to finally see them fully naked? Yes. Most definitely. I nodded and reached over to turn the lamp off, knowing there was plenty of light from outside to see. Carefully, I turned and made sure to keep my eyes up. I heard them move, then heard the bed shift. My eyes were adjusting, then I seen them. In their usual spots, laying so still. I took a deep breath, trying to muster the will to move. When I did start moving, Murphy helped me get to the middle so I wasn't bumping anything.
"What ye want, 'Melia?" Connor asked once I was settled between them. His voice had taken on the deeper tones of the mood shift in the room. I wanted them, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to actually have sex yet. But I did want to have the freedom to touch and get the intimacy I felt desperate for. It would be my last chance before tomorrow, before we were separated for a little stint. My heart broke quietly in my chest just thinking about it.
"Just to touch, feel you both close. I already miss you." I whispered into the darkness. Murphy didn't waste any time touching me. His hand touched my right thigh, kneading and scraping his short nails against my sensitive skin. I shivered, my stomach loosening to re tighten.
"We miss ye too..." Murphy replied, his hand becoming more firm. Connor moved a little, and I gasped when his mouth found my left nipple. I felt his warm tongue flicking and massaging, sending an electric jolt to my center. My toes curled. Murph's mouth found mine as I eagerly opened for him. He tasted like mint from our tooth paste and it was pleasant. It had a sweet after taste on my tongue. My body trembled as Connor's mouth detached from my breast with a pop.
"Gonna miss ye ev'ry second." Connor added, running his hands up and down my body. I made a strangled noise when I felt fingers gently getting closer and closer to my privates. Without much thought, I angled my hips and spread my legs a little. Connor made one of those noises he did when he was happy about something, then I felt his callused fingers slowly spreading me apart. Murphy pulled away, wanting to watch me. I bit my bottom lip when I felt Con's fingers gently pinch and tug my labia. I moaned, reaching out for Murphy. His hand caught mine, guiding me to his hardness. My skin caught on fire.
"Do ye mind?" Murphy asked me and I quickly shook my head. No, I wanted to touch and be closer. It was hot velvet, hard and pulsing beneath my palm. Murphy set a pace for me, keeping his hand around mine. My eyes watched my hand on the dark twin, occasionally looking at his face as his eyes drifted shut. I was engrossed in touching Murphy until I felt a Connor putting pressure on me. I looked down and seen Connor on his knees, withdrawing his hand from me. He brought his finger to his mouth, licking it and spitting on it. I licked my lips. Teasingly, Con prodded his finger at my entrance before letting it slowly stretch me and sink into me. I moaned, gripping Murphy harder. Murph shuddered.
"Keep doin' that, she loves it." Murphy growled, now letting my hand go. I was trying to focus on Murphy and not just Connor's finger slowly stretching me. I swore I could feel every ripple of his finger print as he withdrew and delved in again. My back arched as he started circling my clit and bent his finger up inside me.
"Shit.." I ground out, stroking Murphy more firmly, matching Connor's strokes. I felt Connor shift and I opened my eyes. He spit on his other hand, stroking himself as he entered me with his finger again. I grunted, rolling my hips. When I felt more pressure, I guessed he was adding another finger.
"Aye, yer so tight." Connor told me, voice seeming strained. I had to giggle, of course I was. Hello, virgin here. Blushing and everything. Murphy seen me and gave a light chuckle too. This was why I loved them, there was a level of comfortability I couldn't explain. But I was quickly pulled back to the present when Murphy groaned. It sounded desperate.
"'M not gonna las' long.." He mumbled, one of his hands fisting in my hair. I felt my stomach flutter with nerves, I'd never seen them get off. Excitement replaced the anxiety and I slowly sped up. I looked up at Murphy as his stomach started clenching and his hand pulled more firmly on my hair. "S'close..." I bit my bottom lip, fighting the urge to close my eyes. Connor was doing magical things to me and I was starting to shake. Connor was speeding up as well, his heavy breathing telling me he probably didn't have much longer either.
"Jesus..." Connor grunted before I felt his fingers stop, and that set off a chain reaction. Seconds later Murphy came and it was definitely fascinating. His eyes went shut and his mouth was slightly open. He looked beautiful. He stilled my hand, letting out a breathless laugh.
"Sensitive.." Murphy said, I gently let him go. It was almost amusing watching him jerk with the soft sensation of my fingers letting him go. I grinned despite myself. I took a deep breath and looked down to Connor. He was catching his breath, looking around for something to wipe himself on. I needed to wipe my hand off as well. My cheeks burned.
"Grab my dirty shirt on the ground, I'll throw it in the washer tomorrow." Connor nodded and quickly stood, wiping his hands off and brought it back. I went to reach for it but he started wiping off my leg. I grinned and he actually looked sheepish. Murphy was nestled into the bed and trying to pull me into him.
"Con's always been'a messy sorta prick." He chuckled and Connor told him to fuck off. I just smiled, enjoying the feeling of being close to my boys. Glad they could get off and enjoy themselves. When he was done with my shirt I wiped my hands off and tossed it into the floor. Connor remained at the end of the bed and I patted the bed next to me. The dark blonde twin chuckled but shook his head.
"Oh no, love. Yer turn."
Morning came way too soon. Even though I had everything laid out and ready to go, I wasn't ready. I stood in the kitchen and watched Murph and Con get their duffels ready. Noah was very quiet, only giving me a short greeting over coffee. I had already called Smecker, we had an hour to get to the courthouse. I was wearing my faded blue jeans, a black muscle shirt and my 'work boots' the boys had gotten for me. Good ol' steel toes. I had braided my hair off to the side and tucked my rosary into my sports bra. I felt comfortable and confident. But despite the fact I needed to put my game face on, I felt like each breath I took broke my heart. When we'd woke up this morning, Connor and Murphy were immediately on their feet. No cuddles really, just lingering kisses and straight to the coffee.
Couldn't really blame them though, today was momentous. They were going to put down one of the most dangerous men in Boston's history down. It made me proud and I couldn't wait to see the light leave Yakavetta's eyes. I was sure he'd spot me as soon as he got on stand, but I didn't give a shit. I want him to see me, I want to be his Angel of Death. A one last ominous sight. He'd burn. I heard the boy's drop their duffels on the floor and I blinked, coming back to the present. They had on the usual, sunglasses on top of their heads. Noah was also in his gear, it looked menacing compared to the boys. I chewed my lip and watched the three of them seamlessly workin around each other. They didn't need words. It was amazing.
"C'mon boys." I suddenly said. They all stopped and turned to look at me. I grinned and pulled four shot glasses out of the cabinet. I reached over and grabbed the Jameson off the counter. They came close and I topped each glass off. I felt my heart beating in my chest and raised my glass, taking a second to look at each set of blue eyes. I cleared my throat and remembered the Irish Blessing my Dad used to say at our dinners as a child. "Deep peace of the running wave to you, deep peace of the flowing air to you. Deep peace of the quiet earth to you, deep peace of the shining stars to you. Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you." I gave them a small smile before I finally added two more things. "Under the shelter of each other, people survive. I love you so much." Murphy and Connor looked at me and gave me the sweetest of smiles. Noah even smiled. We clinked glasses and downed them.
"T'at was ever an Irish toast if'n I ever 'eard one lil Amelia." Noah commented, patting me on the shoulder. "Time ta leave, meet ye in te car." I sighed and set the glass down before grabbing my Dad's old .380 in the drawer. I wasn't going to be taking any shots today, but I wanted to feel safe. My 1911's would be a little excessive. Noah was the first to grab two bags and get out of the door. Connor and Murphy lingered with me for a moment. I felt my stomach knotting and my brain tingling. Murphy was the first to wrap me in a huge hug. I closed my eyes and held on tight. His heart was steady against my ear as I took in everything about this moment.
"I love you." I said into his chest. His grip tightened and he exhaled. He picked me up off my feet and buried his face into my hair. My heart squeezed. "I love you so much." I added, something in me wanted to make sure he knew this for his trip to Ireland. "I feel like two parts of me are being torn away. Please be safe." Murphy made a strangled noise in his throat and set me down. His callused hands framed my face and his eyes bored into mine. The storms were raging and there were shadows I didn't understand in them. I felt my eyes water.
"Amelia Leanna, I love ye more t'an I ever tho't possible. No matter wha, 'member?" I felt my throat close and he gave me a smile. "It'll be arigh' love. Ye'll see. With faith a loyalty, ne'vr ferget." I sniffled and nodded, letting him bring me in tightly and kiss me with such an intensity I thought he might be sucking the air right out of me. He suddenly pulled away and picked up his duffel. He gave me one last lingering kiss and headed out the door. I watch him leave, seeing him bring his sleeve up to wipe his eyes before he slid his glasses down. My attention went to Connor, he was staring at the floor.
"Connor.." I said softly, feeling my voice break. With a second he was enveloping me and I held onto him just as tight. "I love you, hun." I whimpered, he nodded and made a noise I couldn't understand. My stomach bottomed out and I pulled him down to meet my mouth. True to his nature, he devoured my mouth and left my knees a little weak. After a solid minuet he pulled away and also cradled my face.
"I love ye too. Yer somet'ing I always wanted but ne'vr had, 'Melia. Now I got ye. We love ye so much, I am goin' ta miss ye." I forced a smile for him and wiped my cheeks, seeing he was struggling to hold back a tear or two himself. My Saints were tough as nails, but they loved so deeply and wholly. They'd shed their fair of tears for me, too.
"It's only for a week or so. We'll see each other soon. Promise." I said, trying to comfort him. Connor blinked and smiled. His bright lightening eyes seemed a little dimmer, also cast within shadows. That itchy feeling hit me again, but I shook it off. No time for paranoia right now.
"Aye, jus' gonna feel lika life time." He mumbled before kissing me again and clearing his throat. "Da's waitin'." I sighed and grabbed my one of his duffels for him. I took another look over the apartment before following him out and locking the door behind me.
We'd split up at the police station, Smecker had called last minuet and said maybe it would be better for Greenly to drive the boy's over in an armored detainee truck. It would be beyond beneath the radar and I had immediately been on board. I didn't want them even having a chance of being seen before the job was done. Me on the other hand, I rode to the courthouse with Smecker. We walked through the front door, armed and ready. All it took was a flash of his badge. The security guard didn't take a second look at me. Whew.
"It's going to be at the top of the stairs and to the left. You'll find it." He whispered to me as we reached the bottom of the stairs. I felt my stomach churning with nerves, knowing I'd see that fucker again. The weak part of me shook, but the woman in me cackled. I would see him put down today. Smecker touched my arm and squeezed. "Meet me out back when it's done. Take the cruiser to McGinty's and wait for them there. I'll be behind shortly to get the car." I swallowed and nodded, making my way quickly up the stairs. The boys would be along any second now.
My heart hammered in my chest as I rounded the left corner and I heard the distinguished voice of Papa Yakavetta. Anger and anxiety streaked it's way through my body. I felt the familiar electricity course through me as thunder boomed in my ears. I quietly grabbed the door knob on the cracked wooden double doors. I entered and carefully closed them behind me, locking the doors. My pulse was hammering and I began descending the steps to the ground floor. My eyes found the son of a bitch on the stand, smiling a motioning up to the upper deck. I felt my face set into a sneer almost. I took another few steps and knew I was well within sight. The judge was speaking but I wasn't listening.
"I was uh, with my Mother at the macellaio, uh the butcher. Thursdays she makes dinner.." The slight commotion above me drew my eyes and I seen the older woman in a green shirt and glasses blowing him kisses. I snarled to myself, disgusted. She was evil too, allowing her son to use her as a cover. His whole family was evil and disgusting. But his family wasn't my concern right now, Papa Joe Yakavetta was the reason I was here. The judge reprimanded the outburst and Yakavetta cleared his throat.
"Mr. Yakavetta, you will demonstrate order in my courtroom! Now please, proceed." The black man stated. I let my eyes bore into Yakavetta's. Within seconds his eyes found me, standing amoungst the reporters and families of his victims. His dark eyes widened and I felt the corner of my mouth turn up. My blood boiled and I felt the shock course through my system. The color slowly drained from his face. He reached up to loosen his tie, but he never got the chance. A loud slamming pulled everyone's attention away and I seen the boys and Noah spill into the courtroom. Time seemed to slow some as I watched them. Their faces were ashen and gravely serious. My spine tingled.
People started to yell and scream, everyone around me hit the ground as Murphy and Connor started barking for the guards and officers to drop their weapons. Noah growled and demanded people put down their cameras. I remained on my feet, eyes locked on Yakavetta as Noah began to address the room.
"Ye people have been chosen to reveal our existence to te world! You will witness what happens 'ere today and ye will tell of it later." He paused, keeping his grip on his shot gun. His eyes met mine and he nodded. "All eyes to te front."
I ignored the frightened people around me and grasped the banister, lifting and throwing myself over. I landed on my feet and came to stand between the boys before they themselves hoisted themselves up onto the desks to aim their guns and speak. Murphy and Connor gave me questions glances, knowing I was deviating from the plan. I didn't care though, no way was I sitting back and not having a part of this. My father's blood was on his hands. Rocco's blood. Many others as well. The calling was driving me forward to take a part in his last moments. Then the boy's bagan to make an address of their own. Murphy started.
"We do na' ask for yer poor or hungry."
"We do na' want yer tired 'r sick."
"It's yer corrupt we claim."
"It is yer evil that shall be had by us."
"Wit' ev'ry breath we shall hunt 'em down."
"Each day we shall spill t'er blood until it rains down from te sky."
"Do na' kill, do na' rape, do na' steal...t'ese are principles which ev'ry man of ev'ry faith can embrace."
I was momentarily mystified by the conviction in their voices. Never had I seen this side of them. Righteous and giving into their calling. My body thrummed with pride.
"T'ese are na' polite suggestions, t'ese are codes of behavior. And those of ye who ignore t'ese will pay te dearest of costs."
"T'ere are varying degrees of evil, we advise ye lesser forms of filth not ta push te bounds an' cross over to true corruption. Inta our domain."
"But if ye do, one day ye will look behind ye and ye will see we t'ree. And on that day, ye will REAP IT!"
"And we will send you te whichever God ye wish."
Murphy finished and they jumped down. I moved forward by only a few steps. Connor gave me an intense look, I could see him in there but the man before me was the Saint. Not my lover, but the killer. I nodded in acknowledgment. The killer nodded back. Murphy drug Yakavetta from the stand and threw him down. He landed before me, only to be yanked up onto his knees. I shivered. My eyes bored into his and I heard the roar of thunder. His brow was sweaty, his body trembling. His eyes cast up, calling for help from his family. I drew my hand and punched him hard. He grunted and I never took my eyes from him. I took to one knee, drawing out my rosary and getting on his level.
"May God have mercy on your soul, you worthless piece of shit, because I know we don't. I do not wish you any mercy or any reprieve from the suffering that awaits you." I hissed, making a cross motion in front of his face. "Lucifer himself will finda kindred spirit within you. I hope you drown in the blood of the innocent and weak you have prayed on all these years." I paused one last time, raising to my feet again. "Bruciare all'inferno.(Burn in hell.)" His eyes rimmed with tears and shock. I took a side step to get out of the way. Connor and Murphy stood on either side of Noah, guns drawn. In unison they started speaking.
"And shepards we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls it shall ever be." I took another step back, pulling my eyes from the Irishmen back to Yakavetta's face. His eyes were wet with fear and they were stuck to mine. The sound of guns being cocked made me shiver.
"In nomine patri.."
"Et felie.."
"Spiritus sancti."
I didn't blink, I didn't flinch. The gunshots were swift justice. I exhaled the breath I'd been holding when I seen the spray of red. His body wavered on his knees for a moment, before falling forward. I remained still, watching his blood seep into the carpet and slowly soak its way to the soles of my boots. A bit had splashed onto them when his body hit the ground. I crossed myself and then felt firm hands grab me. Slowly, I came back to myself and realized I was surrounded by screaming people. Murphy and Connor were dragging me away. I took a deep breath and followed them out of the room. We didn't say anything. I was too wrapped up in feeling the after effects of justice wrought.
When the sunlight hit my face, Murphy and Connor turned me to face them. They were back to themselves, my líne saol.
"Ye need ta take te car te McGinty's and wait fer us t'ere love. Won't be long." Connor said, sounding so sure and resolute. I nodded and pulled him in for a quick kiss. I smiled, then grabbed one from Murphy too. I felt my soul lighten. These men, my everything. They gave my father and their best friend justice. Murphy held on for a longer second until Smecker called my name.
"C'mon kid! Time to go!" Smecker looked frantic, and I understood why. I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat. I turned back to the boys and sighed, touching their faces quickly.
"Thank you. I love y'all and I'll see you here shortly." They nodded and opened the cruiser door for me. Smecker caught up to us and tossed me the keys. I felt my adrenaline pumping hard as I turned the key over and looked out my window. Connor and Murphy were watching me, giving me a look I didn't understand. I nodded and they each mouthed 'I love you's'. Smecker hit the side of the car and I took off.
**Creed - Bullets **