A/N Thanks so much for the reviews, guys! Y'all rock! I was so happy to wake up and see some fresh reviews. What a great way to start a morning, huh?
I hope you like my way of putting Kareen into the movie by not actually having her in it to begin with. Doesn't it make sense? I think so!
Anyway, I may be getting a job soon so this story might not be finished before school. I'll try though!
And now, we continue!
Chapter Twenty-Five: Funny! Funny! Funny!
Connor, Murphy, and Rocco were sitting around the rather cheap looking table in the Italians apartment. The brothers had just finished cleaning their weapons and explaining their new vigilante life to Rocco. Neither man could deny it did sound a little odd when put into words. How could it not? To be given a message from God to rid the world of all those who do evil and that it is what the brothers deem as evil sound perfectly sane…right? Not really…
"Anybody you think is evil?" Rocco asked, still slightly confused as he took in their explanation.
"Aye." Connor gave a nod. He was still rather angry at himself for missing the date. He knew there was absolutely no way of getting back into Kareen's good graces now. Hell, he still didn't know how to explain it all to her. What would he say? He babe, look, I missed our date because I was off killing a bunch of guys with Murph. Oh don't worry, they were bad guys! Yah see, God told us to do it and we couldn't refuse! You understand, right? Like she would believe him if he said he honestly forgot and he would make it up to her. Did he even have a chance to make it up? Or was Kareen going to kick him to the curb? It wouldn't be the first time a girlfriend had kicked him out on his ass…but he didn't want to lose what he had with Kareen. Do I even have it anymore?
"Don't you think that's a little weird, a little psycho?"
"Do ye know whah I think es psycho, Roc?" The man said as he light a cigarette. He played with the cancer stick for a moment before looking up to his friend. "Et's decent men wit' loving families. Dey go home every day after work and dey turn on de news. Ye know whah dey see? They see rapists an' murderers an' child molesters. They're all gettin' outta prison."
"Mafiosos." Murphy chimed in with his two-cents. For added measure his pulled the trigger on his unloaded gun, making it click for a purpose. "Gettin' caught wit' twenty kilos an' gettin' out on bail the same fuckin' day." He snapped his fingers on the curse to add meaning.
"An' everywhere, everyone thinks de same thing—thah someone should just go kill those motherfuckers." Connor voice was filled with conviction. He had thought this many times before their Calling. Now he has a reason to really do shit about it.
"Kill 'em all. Admit it. Even you've thought 'bout et." Murphy said as he pointed at Rocco.
The bearded man gave a sigh. He pointed at the brothers over crossed wrists. "You guys should be in every major city."
The brothers gave a laugh at his words.
"This is some heavy shit. This is like "Lone Ranger" heavy, man." Rocco slapped the top of the table. "Fuck it! There's so much shit that pisses me off!" A brilliant idea came to his mind. Snapping his fingers, he pointed to the brothers. "You guys should recruit, 'cause I'm sick and fuckin' tired of walkin' down the street waitin' for one of these crack-pipin', ass-wipin', motherless lowlifes to get me!"
Murphy snickered. "Hallelujah, Jaffar."
Rocco was now full onboard with the whole idea. "So you're not just talkin' about mob guys, right? You're talkin' about pimps and drug dealers and all that shit, right?"
"Oh yeah."
"Fuck…" He ran a hand through his long hair. "You guys could do this every goddamn day!"
Slapping a hand on his brother's shoulder, Murphy came up with a fantastic analogy. "We're sorta like 7-eleven. We're not always doin' business, but we're always open."
Connor nodded in appreciation. "Thah es nicely put."
With a smug grin Murphy said, "Thank ye very much."
Meanwhile
Kareen was sitting on the couch with Ally. The two girls were passing a bottle of liquor borrowed from the bar downstairs back and forth as they talked about men and their faults.
Ally took a swig and grimaced at it burned her throat. "So, are yah gunna forgive 'im?" Her words were ever so slightly slurred. Despite having worked in a pub for almost four years the redhead was still a lightweight. She handed the bottle over to Kareen.
The brunette took a swig. By now she was numb to the burn of the alcohol. Kareen was no lightweight. She could hold her own, especially when she was driven to drink by anger. "Maybe."
"Yah done with 'im?"
She took another swig and handed the bottle back to Ally. "No' yet. I'll let 'im explain, hear 'im out, an' be nice."
Ally snorted a laugh as she swallowed a mouthful. "Then yer gunna kick 'im out!"
Kareen laughed and took the bottle. "Fuck yeah! Den I'm gunna kick 'im out an' give 'im back thes fuckin' thing!" She wiggled her left wrist that had the pretty silver and sapphire bracelet.
"No! You can't do that!"
"Why no'?"
Ally grinned wickedly. "You keep it, but never wear it. Guys hate when chicks do that! They think it's not fair because they spent an arm an' a leg on somethin' you don't even wear anymore! It's like when yah buy a dress that's gorgeous and expensive, but you never wear it and you feel bad because it's just collectin' dust." She took a swig from the bottle. "Be a bitch, Kareen! Enjoy it! Every gal needs to be a bitch every now an' then!"
As she swallowed some of the liquor, Kareen couldn't help but think her friend was right. She needed to be a bitch. She was tired of always being so sweet and nice to everyone! Yeah she had her moments where she just let her anger go, but she needed to let it happen more often! After another good swallow she handed the bottle back to her friend. "Ye're right, Ally! When 'e decides ta come an' explain 'imself I won't listen! I'm just gunna tell 'im off right dere! Yeah know whah," she pointed at her friend, "I swear ta yah, Ally, dat I, Kareen Ryanne McGinty, am done wit' Connor Liam MacManus!"
The girls gave a hoot and a holler and enjoyed the rest of the bottle of liquor. Ally ended up passing out on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table. Kareen stayed awake a while longer. She was thinking and so long as her mind was working she wouldn't fall asleep. Currently she was thinking back to when she visited home a few months before. She had lovingly told her family how great Connor was. She had lavished the fact that he was funny and always made her laugh. Well, he hadn't made her laugh! She took the last swig of the burning liquid before nestling into her end of the couch. Her last thought was that she regretted ever worrying her head about the whole Russian incident. With a final snort she resigned herself to sleep as she wished he would just bugger off.
Rocco's
The boys were all sitting around the table munching on the last bit of pizza and enjoying some whiskey. Rocco had begun to brood. He couldn't help but think his friends had ruined him completely. What was he going to do now? How was he supposed to explain that two guys came out of nowhere to take out Petrova and his men? What the fuck was he going to do! He grimaced. "Oh, boy…You fuckin' guys. You ruined me. I'm fuckin' done. Permanent fuckin' package boy…"
Murphy, through a mouthful of cheese pizza, asked, "Who said thah? You can take credit on thah, ye know."
"What, are you serious?" Rocco asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. Fuck et." Murphy said with some conviction. "Ef ye think about et, et's all ye can do, really. I mean, ye can't go in there an' tell 'im et was us."
"Climb the corporate ladder, boy." Connor chimed in. "Don Rocco." He laughed at his friend.
Blowing smoke out his nose, Rocco suddenly grew pair. "Fuck it. I'm doin' it. I deserve it! I've been workin' for those fat bastards since I've been in high school. Look at this fuckin' place. They're fuckin' me man." He stood impassioned with his speech. "They can suck my pathetic little dick! And I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce just so the fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it."
The brothers were laughing by now. It was too much!
"Fuck it! I'm doin' it! It is done!" Rocco slammed his fists down on the table.
BANG! The gun on the table went off and suddenly the cat that had been sitting there was gone! Strangely enough a large splatter of red was on the wall…
The three men were tripping over themselves and each other to get away from the table.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!"
"Oh, my God!"
"What de fuck!"
"I'm hit! I'm hit!"
"Oh fuck!"
"What the fuck!"
Finally the men began to calm down some as they looked at the blood splattered wall. Rocco's shirt was halfway up his chest due to his search for a bullet hole. The twin brothers stared at the wall in disbelief.
Murphy stepped up and pointed at the wall. "I can't believe thah just fuckin' happened!"
Winning the competition for the World's Stupidest Question, Rocco asked, "Is it dead?"
"Oh, my God!"
What a way to sober up!
The Following Day
Connor and Murphy were sitting at Rocco's table after his outburst and storming off. They were talking, as brothers do. Just talking. It had started with what to do with the money. Naturally, Murphy proposed buying a new toilet should be on the list. Connor came back with just getting a new apartment. There was enough money there to hold them over for some time. That thought was put aside for later after Murphy mentioned getting a place in town might not be such a hot idea if they continued to do the whole gun-slinging vigilante bit. After that the blue-eyed brother asked what Connor intended to do about Kareen.
"De fuck ye mean 'intend ta do'?"
Murphy heaved a sigh as he chewed on his nails. "Ye know whah I mean. Whah ef we gotta split? Whah ef she finds out? Ye can't just tell her. She's smart, Connor, smart enough, anyways. She cin put two an' two together an' get four. Fuck man, she cin probably multiply thirteen by twelve an' get whahever de answer es."
"Hundred an' fifty-six."
"Shut up, ye know math ain't my thing. Dat ain't de point. Whah are ye gunna do 'bout Kareen?"
Connor groaned. "I don't fuckin' know…Stop talkin' 'bout et already…" He snatched up a magazine and forced himself to become engrossed by a rather stupid article about hair implants as a message to his brother that he was done talking.
Murphy resigned himself to chewing off what was left of the growth of his nails. It was impossible for him to get any kind of length to his nails with his bad habit. He stared at the phone hoping it would ring just to break the now very awkward silence surrounding him and his twin. Ring…Ring…Ring…Damnit! Would you ring already!
Riiiiing!
Like a cat on a mouse, Murphy snatched up the phone. "Hello?"
"Murph."
"Hey, Roc. Y'okay?"
Connor looked up from the magazine to watch his brother on the phone, trying to judge whatever was said by his brother's expression.
"Anybody call for me?"
"No, man. Ye sure ye're okay?" It was no lie that he was obviously worried about his friend. He feared that Rocco was going to get himself in some kind of trouble.
"I'm fuckin' fine. I'll catch you on the flip side."
The line disconnected.
Murphy stared at the phone for a few moments before putting it down. Just as the phone settled the door to the apartment burst open and two women came stumbling in, laughing at some unknown joke. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!"
The brunette recognized the two men sitting at the table. "Hey! You're Rocco's buddies, right?" She sounded drunk or high or a rather interesting combination of both.
The two men just stared at the women. Both were thinking the curly headed blonde and the brunette had to be high off their asses.
"Oooh can they be my buddies?" The blonde asked as she made a rather bad attempt to look sexy.
The brothers just sat their, looking in disgust at the two women. Sure, they would enjoy their alcohol and get rather shit-faced drunk, but drugs was something they didn't tolerate and it was obviously drugs that were affecting the women. They watched as the two suddenly forgot there were people there as they flopped onto the couch and continued to laugh at their joke and call for the cat that wasn't there. It wasn't long before they had passed out completely.
Meanwhile
Rocco walked into the Lakeview Deli and over to a couple of guys who were sitting in a booth enjoying their lunch. Behind the bar a fat old man watched Rocco with wide eyes as the long-haired man approached the two men. Rocco looked down at the two guys who looked up at him, slightly shocked to see he was even standing there. He sneered slightly as he asked, "You got somethin' to say?" Rocco may not have been a genius, but he knew these two knew something.
The one wearing a green shirt started talking. "I'll bet it was a fuckin' test. Vincenzo came in 'ere shootin' his mouth off. He made sure we knew." He snuffled a bit. "But we did what we were supposed to, huh? We kept out mouths shut!" He turned to look at Rocco. "You? You did your part." The two guys shared a laugh. "Fuck! They know we're goodfellas now! We'll get taken care of, baby."
Rocco was drinking in what he just heard. "What? Did everyone know? Next thing you're gunna tell me Sal was in on it!"
The guy across from the original orator snickered. "Vincenzo told Sal first. That fat fuck knew before we did."
The man in green couldn't help but find this whole situation hilarious. "At least we got our funny man back, huh?"
Laughter filled the area of the two men.
Rocco had had enough. He pulled the six-shooter he was supposed to have used on Petrova and his men out of his pocket. Hiding it behind his coat, he shot at the man in blue. He turned on the one in green and put a bullet in his chest. Those who were sitting at the bar quickly high-tailed it out of the deli as the enraged Italian stalked up to the bar. "That was funny, wasn't it? That was real fuckin' funny!"
Sal, afraid for his life, was denying it all. "No! Not me! Not me!"
"Huh? Ha! Funny! Funny!" Rocco shot the man and leaned over the counter to put another three unneeded shots into the man. "Funny! Funny! Funny!" Even after the gun was empty he continued to pull the trigger.
Finally he stepped away from the bar and realized what he did. Pocketing the gun, Rocco ran out of the deli. He ran has hard as he could away from the deli. Just away. He had to get away from there for a moment. When he stopped he was blocks away from the deli. He sat down in an alley and tried to catch his breath while it felt like his legs vibrated with the blood coursing through them. Looking up to the sky he found it was blue and inviting. How could such shit happen on such a great day? When he stood he knew he needed to get back to his apartment and get the fuck out of Boston. People had seen it all. There were witnesses. That wasn't good. He had to get away, but first he had to get to his apartment. Swallowing, he headed off for his place, sweating with the fear of a cop stopping him and apprehending him. Rocco knew he was totally and utterly fucked.
A/N Alright, so I know I'm taking forever with my chapters but It's because I've suddenly got a shit ton of stuff to do. So…I more than likely won't be finishing this story before school but I will try as hard as I can to get in as much as possible before school starts! Promise you!