The motorcycle came to a stop when Murphy turned the engine off then he put the kickstand down and the twins dismounted the motorcycle.

"I can't believe we did that," Murphy said while they walked to the stairs and they sat down.

"I can't believe they didn't see or hear us," Connor said.

"I peeked in th'window of one of th'vans an' there wasn't anyone in th'driver's seat."

"Guess they were sleepin'."

"Maybe, but they should've heard us when we used th'ladder to get onto th'top of th'van."

"Aye."

They became quiet while they looked at the darkness then Murphy looked up at the sky. He could see the stars sparkling above them as he blinked and Connor noticed the look on his twin's face.

"You ok?" Connor asked.

"I'm not sure. Like I told Lou, I feel like I'm havin' a mid-life crisis. I look in th'mirror an' see someone I don't know," Murphy said, looking at his twin.

"Aye, I've been feelin' th'same."

"Do you feel like there's summat you have t'do, but you're not sure what it is?"

"Aye," he said with a nod then he yawned. "Shit. I'm done."

"Me, too."

They got up when they walked up the stairs and Connor opened the door. They walked inside as he closed the door then he set the security system and they headed for the stairs leading upstairs.

"Do you wanna go check on Ma?" Murphy asked.

"Do you wanna get hit with her cane?" Connor teased and Murphy snorted a laugh. They walked upstairs when Connor flipped a switch and the downstairs lights turned off. They walked down the hallway while Murphy headed for his bedroom and he gave Connor a nod before he went in the bedroom.

Murphy closed the door as he carefully headed for the bathroom and he turned the light on. He closed the door, came out a few minutes later and he headed for the bed. He crawled onto the mattress while moving the bedding back and he slid under the bedding. He could just see Louisa lying on her left side as he went to snuggle next to her and he moved the bedding up.

"Shit, your legs are freezing," she said in a soft voice and she lightly brushed her feet against his legs.

"Didn't have anything on, but my boots and boxers when Connor an' I went t'see if those eejits really left," Murphy said while he wrapped his right arm around her. He told her what they did as he felt her body shaking from her silently laughing and she rolled her eyes.

"That would explain why your chest's cold, too.

"Wanna warm me up?" he asked with a husky tone to his voice.

"No, but I will snuggle with you."

She turned so she was facing him and she settled her head under his chin. He moved the bedding up some more while they closed their eyes and they were soon sound asleep.

Connor stood in the hallway as he looked at the door to his bedroom and he frowned.

He wasn't sure why he was so angry, but he knew he couldn't face Margaret.

He walked to the bedroom door while his right hand hovered over the door handle then he turned, walked down the hallway and he went downstairs. He didn't know Margaret had heard him and Murphy talking as she waited for him to come back to bed, but her heart sank after she heard him walking away and the light went out under the door.

Boston

The darkness surrounded the six pair of eyes as the muffled moans and whimpers filled the darkness and the soft sound of water dripping filled the air. The shaft of light appeared then vanished while the sound of heavy footsteps moved through the darkness.

"Sheep. That is all you are," the voice said and a muffled yelp filled the air. The heavy footsteps moved closer while the eyes tried to see then the heavy footsteps stopped. "You are fools as well. The ones you emulate are nothing more than cowards!"

The muffled whimpering grew into muffled protests.

"Oh, you still think of them as heroes?! Someone to look up to?! Then you are not just sheep. You are blind!"

Several flashes of light filled the darkness as the heavy footsteps filled the air then the shaft of light appeared and faded.

London, England unknown location

The doors to the elevator opened while Morgan walked out of the elevator car and he headed down the hallway. He stopped at the security station as he barely nodded his head toward the guards and, after he was searched and his identification was cleared, he headed for his office door. He opened the door as he walked inside and he closed the door behind him. He walked to the desk when he sat down and he powered up the computer. The screen came on as he looked at the photograph of Maggie, Connor and their children and he leaned back in the chair.

"Feelings, Margaret, are useless. They only get in the way. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

Morgan steepled his fingers together when the soft beeping sound caused him to look at the screen and he opened the chat window. He looked at Fitzroy as the captain lowered his head and Fitzroy sighed.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Morgan asked.

"Yes, Sir," Fitzroy said then he paused. "It appears we have lost the target."

"What do you mean you lost them?"

"They found out we were watching them and they…"

"Did they attack?"

"No, more like they told us to piss off."

"I beg your pardon?!"

Fitzroy cleared his throat then he explained what happened between him, Connor and Murphy and Morgan placed his hands on the arms of the chair.

"Sir, I swear I didn't hear them approaching the van. They were just there," Fitzroy said.

"Which means you and the others would have died if they had been armed."

"That's what they told me."

"I see."

Morgan ended the chat as he closed the chat window and he looked at a spot on the wall. He sat in silence when the screen to his left flickered on and he glanced over at the young woman on the screen.

"Sir, we have a situation," she said.

"What sort of situation?" Morgan asked.

"There was another one."

"Where?"

"In Boston."

"Damn," he said as he stood then he walked to the screen. He looked at the young woman as she lowered her eyes and he crossed his arms over his chest. "How many?"

"Six."

"Was there a message?"

"Yes, Sir."

"What was the message?"

"'That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command'," she said and he nodded.

"Gather the information and clear the area."

"Yes, Sir."

The screen clicked off as he looked at his dim reflection in the glass and he locked eyes with his reflection.

Angel Wings Ranch

Margaret sat at the desk as she looked at the monitor and she typed on the keyboard. She thought doing paperwork for the ranch would take her mind off of Connor being found sleeping on the couch or how he hadn't spoken to her since he and Murphy returned from wherever they had gone after Fitzroy and his people had left. She sat back in the chair when her mind replayed the conversation she had with the children before they had gone to school and she lowered her eyelids.

"Mommy, why was Daddy sleeping on the couch?"

"He's angry with me."

"Did you two have a fight?"

"No."

"Was it because of those people who showed up?"

"Yes."

"I thought they were scary."

"They wouldn't have hurt you."

"Are they gonna come back?"

"No."

"Are you and Daddy gonna get a divorce?"

She wasn't prepared for Moira to ask her that question and she hadn't answer it.

"Are we?" she thought as she lowered the windows on the monitor and she looked at the photograph on the screen. She moved her left index finger over Connor's image when she heard a soft knock on the door and she looked at the door.

"Come in," she said. She watched the door slowly open when she saw Connor looking around the door and she saw something she never wanted to see again.

He was miserable.

"Hey," he said in a soft voice while he opened the door a little more and he stood in the doorway.

"Did you need me for something?"

"Uh…"

She saved the information when she closed the windows, turned off the monitor and the computer and she stood. She walked to Connor when she took his hands and she led him into the room. She closed the door as he stood at the center of the room and she walked to him. She locked eyes with him as her stomach fell and she stood a little straighter.

"Moira asked me something before she left for school," Margaret said with a cool tone.

"What did she ask?" he asked.

"She wants to know if we're getting a divorce."

She wasn't ready for a look as if she had slapped him to appear on Connor's face and he slowly backed up a few steps.

"Why would she ask that?!" he asked.

"Well, we did find you sleeping on the couch and you have been ignoring me all day."

"It's not th'first time I've fallen asleep on th'couch."

"True, but you normally have the television on."

"An' I haven't been ignorin' you."

"You haven't said one word to me since last night."

"Aye, an' that's because I'm pissed off."

"You're pissed off at me?"

"No. Aye. I… I dunno. All I know is last night was th'first time I felt… That we…"

"It was the first time since you retired that someone tried to attack you."

"Aye,"

"And not just you, but Murphy."

"Aye."

"And Romeo."

"Aye."

"But this time it was different due to me, Jessie, Louisa, your mother and the children being involved."

"Aye."

"And that wouldn't've happened if I had been honest with you and told you my uncle needed your help."

"Aye."

"Would it matter if the reason I didn't tell you was because I didn't want anything to happen to…? To…? To all this!? That I was trying to preserve the peace and the freedom we've known over the last eleven years! That I didn't want to end up back in a fishbowl and have our children….! Have Murphy and Romeo's children….! To have them need guards and they could not do the things they enjoy doing! Because that is what will happen if you, Murphy and Romeo agree to do whatever it is my uncle wants you to do."

Connor looked at her for what felt like eternity as she waited for him to say something and he blinked his eyes a few times.

"I would've liked t'have had a choice," he finally said. He walked to her when he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and she saw his eyes were a stormy gray.

"Connor….," she said when the door opened and Murphy walked in the room. Murphy had felt the distress coming from his twin as he walked to Connor and Connor let go of Margaret's shoulders. Margaret saw the anger and protectiveness in Murphy's eyes as she backed up and she folded her arms around her stomach.

"Everything alright?" Murphy asked, glancing at Connor. Connor turned as he left the room and Murphy glared at Margaret. "What did you say t'him?"

"I asked him if we were getting a divorce," she said, bluntly. He got the same stunned look as Connor did and she waited for him to say something.

"Why the'hell would you ask him summat like that?!"

"I didn't. Moira asked me if we were because we found Connor sleeping on the couch and he has been ignoring me."

"All because of what happened last night?"

"That and I didn't tell him about my uncle wanting your help."

"You did tell us he wanted t'talk t'us about summat. But those assholes showed up before you could tell us what it was."

"Right."

She was surprised Murphy wasn't acting like Connor and she went to lean against the desk. He walked to stand next to her and he leaned against the desk. She stayed silent as he looked at her and he brushed the hair out of his eyes. Sighing, she told him what she told Connor and he nodded his head a few times.

"I guess you're angry with me as well," she said and she looked down at her feet.

"You've known me long enough t'know when I'm angry. What I am is disappointed," he said and she lifted her head.

"Do you have any idea how I can fix this?"

"You're not th'only one who has t'fix it."

"Yes, my uncle has a lot to answer for."

They became silent as Murphy saw Connor standing just outside the doorway when he pushed off the desk and he walked to the door. He reached over to pull Connor back into the room when he lightly pushed Connor toward Margaret, walked out of the room then Murphy closed the door. Connor and Margaret heard the soft clicking sound of the lock and Margaret smiled.

"I guess we're stuck in here until we talk this out," she said. She watched Connor walked to the couch when he flopped down onto the cushions and he folded his arms over his chest. "Or not."

Connor mumbled something in Russian as she walked around to the other side of the desk then she sat down and she powered up the computer. He listened to her typing on the keyboard as he turned his head to look at her and she looked at the screen. She opened the video chat window then she waited and Morgan appeared on the screen.

"Hello, Sir," Margaret said.

"Hello," Morgan said.

"Am I correct in thinking Captain Fitzroy informed you about being dismissed?"

"If you mean him informing me about being chased off by your husband and his brother, then, yes, he did."

Margaret glanced at Connor when she stood and she walked to the couch. She knelt down next to the couch as he looked at her and their eyes locked. His eyes were still a stormy gray and miserable, but he saw a pleading look in hers and he frowned. He was used to having silent conversations with his brother, but this felt different. He nodded his head as she got up then she walked to the desk, sat down and she looked at the screen.

"Is everything alright?" Morgan asked.

"No, everything is not alright. In fact, I need to congratulate you. You have singlehandedly destroyed my marriage," Margaret said with a small crack to her voice and he saw the pain and anger in her eyes.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your little home invasion last night has not only frightened the people living in this house, but it has caused my husband to lose faith and trust in me. With that lost, we have decided to get a divorce."

Morgan looked at her with a blank look on his face while Connor got off the couch, walked to Margaret and he leaned on the desk. Morgan looked at the miserable look in Connor's eyes and Morgan leaned back in the chair.

"You seriously intend to end eleven years of marriage over this?" Morgan asked.

"Aye," Connor said.

"I could stop you."

"Aye, I understand that. You can take th'ranch away from us. You can take our kids. You can take Lou from my brudder and Jessie away from Romeo. You could put me, Romeo an' my brudder in prison fer th'rest of our lives. But you won't. Wanna know why?"

"Enlighten me."

"You. Need. Us."

Margaret heard the growl coming from Connor as she tried not to smile and she slowly slid her hand down to gently tap his right leg, signaling for him to stop talking.

"So, you agree to meet with me?" Morgan asked.

"Yes, but only under one condition," Margaret said.

"What sort of condition?"

"If they refuse to help you, you will leave us alone and you will never contact us again. That includes your people."

"That sounds more like a threat than a condition."

"Take it however you wish. Now, do we have an agreement?"

They watched Morgan have a silent conversation with himself and they waited for him to speak.

"At what time shall I expect you?" he asked.

"We will arrive tomorrow around two in the afternoon," Margaret said as she ended the chat then she turned the computer and the monitor off. Connor moved back so she could get up and she started pacing. He was startled when she stopped, balled her hands into tight fists, leaned her head back then a piercing scream came from her throat. "Damn you! You arrogant, selfish, emotionless, heartless piece of shit!"

"Maggie?" Connor asked, but she ignored him.

"Ever since I was a child….! Ever since my parents died in that bloody car accident….! You dictated everything I did! Everything I said! Everything fucking thing! I had to be perfect! I had to do every fucking thing you said or I was nothing! And the one thing….! The one bloody thing I could not do is feel! Feelings are for the weak! Was I weak!? Bloody hell no! But the one time….! The one fucking time I let my guard down…! You destroyed my happiness! I am not stupid! It just took me a few minutes to realize the human traffickers were not the ones who blew up that bloody car! I mean, how could the credit cards you gave me be denied again and again and again!? You killed the man I loved! And, like a good girl, I didn't even bloody mourn for him! I just went about doing whatever you told me to do! And now…!? And now that I finally find someone to spend the rest of my life with, you do this!"

"Maggie!"

"With one stroke, you have torn apart everything! You have turned the man I love against me! You have terrified my children! You have destroyed my life!"

"Maggie! Stop!"

Margaret watched Connor walk to her as he stood in front of her and he pulled her against him. Her body was shaking as she buried her face against his left shoulder and she sobbed. He tightened his hold on her as she wrapped her arms around him and he felt her tears soaking his shirt. She gasped for air as the tears rolled down her face and she lightly thumped her fists against his back. He knew what she was like when she broke down and he hated the thought of him being a reason for her being like this. He winced when she leaned her head back for a second time and she screamed until her voice cracked.

"Connor MacManus, you really are an eejit," he thought. He heard the soft click as he looked at the door and the door opened enough for him to just see Murphy. Connor shook his head as Murphy nodded and he quietly closed the door. Connor listened to the heartbreaking sobs and hiccupping breathes coming from his wife and he reached up to card the back of her head.

"Maggie, I need t'tell you summat," he said in a soft voice, but she only shook her head.

"You don't have to. I understand. You hate me," she said between sobs.

"Hold on!" he said as he gently moved her away from him and she could barely see him through the tears. "When did I ever say I hate you?!"

"You said you're pissed off at me."

"Aye, I am, but it's not th'first time," he said with a tiny smile. "You know you drive me crazy when you keep secrets from me. An' you know I hate it when you run hot an' cold. It drives me nuts."

"Yes, you have told me that."

He reached into his pocket when he removed the clean handkerchief and he handed the handkerchief to her. She used the handkerchief to wipe her eyes then she blew her nose and made a staggering sigh.

"An' I know me, Romeo an' Murphy do shit which drives you, Jessie an' Lou nuts," he teased.

"True," she said with a small hiccup laugh and he pulled her back into an embrace while he rubbed her back.

"Then don't you ever think for one fuckin' second that I could ever hate you!"

She heard the truth in his words as she nodded her head against his left shoulder and he kissed the side of her head.

"Can I tell you summat else?"

"Go on."

"I hate th'fact you have t'do all this on yer own. That you have t'protect us an' keep us safe. That's my job. Not jus' as yer husband, but as a father, a brudder, a friend an' a son. So, from now on, we do everything together."

"But…."

"But you like bein' th'boss?"

She moved back to see the sly grin on his face and she made a small giggle.

"Yes."

"Ok then, Boss. Why don't we show that son of a bitch it's not a good idea t'piss off th'Saints or their ice queen!"

"Aye. Let's show him who's really in charge," came from behind the door as Connor snorted a laugh and he placed his forehead against hers.