Outside the boys stop at the steps to light cigarettes and one was popped into my mouth when I open my mouth to talk.
I pull it out and look up at a smirking Murphy with a frown "Where now?" I ask
"To Doc's for our stuff" Murphy says and takes my hand as we move down the street.
"Then what?" I ask
Connor hands me a ripped piece of paper. I read what Connor wrote "Copley Plaza Hotel. Room 701. 9PM." I look up at Connor "That's the presidential suite."
"How do you know that?" Connor asks
I look at the ground "My father had me there under lock down for a week. He doesn't know I know it was him though"
"What do ya mean?" Murphy asks
"You know me, I ran away a lot and as punishment once my dad pretended he was going to let me move back to Scotland and do what I want. He let me go as far as the airport when some of his men grabbed me, put me in a car and took me to the hotel, they took me through the back. So I know how to get in without the staff seeing ye. They took me to that damn room put on accents so I wouldn't know what nationality they belonged to. They tied me to a damn chair and threatened to torture and kill me if daddy didn't pay a ransom. One of the guys got a little too excited and I ended up unconscious on the floor. Daddy pretended to 'save' me. Took me home treated me like a paper doll from that day on. Then someone posted a folder under my bedroom door with my father's whole damn plan in detail. My father is meticulous with detailed planning. That's how I know that room"
Both boys tackle me into a hug. I gasp as my hands are held tightly to my sides "Hey, boys!" I gasp and wiggle out of their grasps.
I turn to face them and step back a few steps "What ye attackin' me in the street for?" I ask
Murphy and Connor both look upset. My eyes widen in surprise and I step forward and put a hand on each of their cheeks. Both snuggle into my hand and kiss my palms "Hey, what is this? Smile for me, lads. You got away with murder, why? Because it was right. Someone's watching over you two. Now I'm not a huge believer in God or religion in general but you boys have a guardian angel of some sort."
"We don't care about us. We care about you. What kind of father would put his child through that?" Murphy says, looking pissed. Connor's face is a mirror image.
I pull Murphy's face down to mine and kiss him. I turn and kiss Connor next. "My father is an evil man. I'm not a child to him. I'm a pawn. The world is just one giant chest board to my father and all the people are just the playing pieces. He's got to go"
Murphy and Connor both smirk at me "Ya might not want to admit it, love, but God has touched ya too"
I scoff and let go of their faces and turn away from them "Let's go, we've gotta make a plan"
The boys get the stuff that Murphy snagged from the Russians and we head to a known arms dealer. Irish of course. The guy looked like an Irish farmer with his little cap on and his vest. He also looking dead serious. Murphy and Connor show the guy the goods. Guns, money, watches.
The guy passes the boys and me a duffle bag each and says "Knock yourselves out"
He leans back and flicks a switch. A light goes on behind us. I turn in my seat and my eyes widen "That's one hell on an armoury"
We head over the gate and Murphy open it and looks around confounded "Fuckin' hell" Connor mutters.
Murphy hits Connor's chest with a grin. I head over to the hand guns and grab six. Two each should be fine for now.
"Murph can you grab .45's and .50's please." I ask over my shoulder.
"How on earth do you know that?" Murphy asks
"We have a gun range in our house. I familiarised myself. One thing my dad taught me that I'll listen to: never trust the mafia"
"Look at that Murph. We got ourselves our own William Wallace" Connor jokes while inspecting one of the bigger guns.
"They may take our lives but they will never take our freedom!" I say dramatically then I giggle as the boys laugh.
"Do you know what we need? Some rope." Connor says excitedly
"Absolutely." Murphy says sarcastically, playing with a big gun "What are ya, insane?"
"No, it ain't. Charlie Bronson's always got rope." Connor defends
"What?" Murphy asks shoving stuff in his duffle
"Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it." Connor explains and I shake my head as I pack ammunition.
"You've lost it, haven't ya?" Murphy asks
"No, I'm serious." Connor exclaims
"That's stupid. Name one thing you'd need a rope for" Murphy says and his eyes light up when he sees the big gun in the back.
"You don't fuckin' know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it." Connor argues
"What's this "they" shit? This isn't a movie." Murphy says.
"Oh. Right." Connor says pulling a big knife out of Murphy's bag "Is that right, Rambo?"
Murphy points the big gun at Connor who smirks "All right. Get your stupid fuckin' rope." Murphy says
"I'll get my stupid rope. I'll get it." Connor says walking backwards. He grabs rope off the wall next to the door and holds it up to Murphy "There's rope right there."
Murphy shoots him a sardonic look as Connor exits the room. I let out a little laugh and follow.