I wake up the next morning with my cheek against Connor's chest, one of his arms over his head and the other on my hand on his chest. Murphy's face is buried in my hair, his hand on my stomach, his front flush against my back. A MacManus sandwich. I untangle myself from the twins and crawl over the bed. A hand grabs my ankle and I'm pulled back. I squeal as I'm pulled back across the bed. I look over my shoulder at the ankle grabber.

"Murph!" I snap and pull my ankle back.

He laughs and sits up and puts his arms around my waist and pulls me into his lap. "Dude! Don't go attacking your wife like that!"

My voice wakes Connor up "Who's attackin' ya" He mutters tiredly.

"Your brother" I reply

Murphy laughs and peppers kisses over my shoulder "Couldn't resist" He says

I swat him away and stand up and pull one of the boy's t-shirts over my head "Who wants coffee?" I ask

"We have coffee?" Murphy asks, looking confused.

I nod "Yeah, Rocco got that and milk yesterday" I head out into the main room and Rocco is still passed out on the floor.

I laugh to myself and make myself and all the boys some coffee. Murphy and Connor come out of the bedroom, both just wearing jeans. Murphy kicks Rocco and Rocco sits up with a yell.

I laugh and stare at my boys "I'm not gonna tell you two again. Ye need to stop walking around topless because I will not be responsible for my actions" I say with a grin as I hand them both a coffee cup each.

Both boys smirk as their eyes flick down to my bare legs then back up to my face "Right back at ya, love" Connor says

I grin and look at Rocco who is struggling into a chair. I place the coffee in front of him "Here you go, precious pie." I say patronizingly.

"Thanks" He mutters.

Rocco takes an hour and three cups of coffee later to string a sentence together. "Right guys, I've thought long and hard and I got you a good one"

"We're listening" I tell him

"All right. I know a sick fuck makes the ones we been doin' look like altar boys. Worst night of my life when I met this guy. The guy never says a fuckin' word to me. We're drivin' 25 minutes, never a sigh, no throat clearing, nothing. His face... blank, man. Just nothin' there. This guy takes out a whole family... wife, kids, everyone... like he's ordering a fucking pizza. I knew if I didn't keep it together, it was my ass. He has a poker game outback of his place with a bunch of wise guys every Saturday. Worst day of my life, man." Rocco states, looking down, he looks traumatized by the memory.

"Aw, he killed kids? That is sick as fuck" I say with a look of disgust.

"Well, I'm sold." Murphy states

"Don't worry, Roc. We'll do this guy right, and you'll feel a lot better." Connor says

"You know where this guy lives yeah?" I ask

Rocco nods.

"Any security? Gate, cameras?" I ask

"No cameras, though to get into the place where they play poker you need a code. I don't know it" Rocco says

"That's alright, he got a Mrs?" I ask. Rocco nods. I smile "She'll know it"

Connor and Murphy give me looks of astonishment "You're good at this, Rhi" Connor says

I grin sheepishly "Yeah, I get that need for meticulous planning off my Da. On the plus side I had excellently structured essays when I was at uni"

Rocco provides the information, I come up with the plan, step by step. I think I found my place in this little arrangement.

The boys managed to get a hold of a minivan. We head out and park up in front of the house. It's nice, very normal for such a freak. I can't believe this guy has a family. Rocco told us the kid leaves the garage open when he takes his bike out so we wait patiently for the kid to leave on his bike. I'd rather he not be in the house anyway.

"There he goes" Murphy says.

I stand and head for the door. Murphy grabs my wrist "Hey, wait"

I look at him confused then sigh as Connor and Murphy lift my shirt and place a kiss on my stomach. "Love you too, let's go" I say and pull the mask over my head and open the door.

We move quickly over to the house and enter through the garage. Rocco gets the wife from the kitchen and duct tapes her hands and mouth. She is panicking as we lead her out the back of the house and to a gated of section of the garden.

"Hit the numbers, lady. Hit the numbers." Rocco snaps at her. She clearly starts struggling with the tape around her wrists. "I will kill you! I will kill you!" I can't say anything out loud but I hit Murphy's arm and point to the woman's wrists.

"Don't! Her hands are tied." Murphy snaps and pulls out his Rambo knife and cuts the tape off the woman's wrists.

"Why do I always gotta be on bitch detail?" Rocco snaps as the wife puts in the code then Rocco takes her down with the stun gun.

"Sorry" I mutter to her as Connor pushes the gate open.

Rocco said that the door to this joint could only be opened from the inside without a key so we wait. The minute the door opens we barge in. Rocco severely underestimated the number of people that would be here. Everyone in this room is frozen, even us.

"All of them" Rocco says.

The boys start shooting first. I realise this will be the first time I will be shooting people. The thought temporally immobilises me that is until a bullet narrowly misses my head and I shoot, with brilliant precision if I do say so myself. When everyone in the room apart from us is dead. I lower my gun, take off my mask and let out a breath. Rocco goes around looking for our target as Connor and Murphy prepare to do their prayer and coin thing.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Rocco shouts loudly and jumps up and down frustrated "He ain't here!"

"Oh, what the fuck you mean, he isn't here?" Murphy snaps

"I mean he ain't here!" Rocco yells

"Look again, for fuck's sake!" Connor yells

"I know what the fuck he looks like!" Rocco yells.

The door opens behind him and I scream "Roc, look out!"

Rocco spins quickly "Son of a..." He shoves his gun through the door and fires one shot.

The guy manages to push Rocco back and manoeuvres his way out of the bathroom. The guy's face is a blank canvas that doesn't sit too well with me, especially since he just got shot.

"Oh, shit!" Rocco yells and runs away "Shoot this motherfucker!"

I lift my gun but Murphy jumps on the guy first.

Connor pulls at Murphy shouting "No! Fucking let the bloke go! Let him go!" Connor pulls Murphy back to stand next to me in front of the pool table.

Rocco is tackled "Fuck! Jesus!"

Connor fights to keep Murphy back "Now's your chance to earn your stripes, Roc!"

I look at Connor shocked.

"He'll fuckin' get killed!" Murphy yells

"It was your idea to bring him in!" Connor yells at him, keeping his hand firmly on his chest.

I lift my gun again and point it at the guy on top of Rocco. Connor pushes it down "Hey! Don't even think about it!" He growls at me.

I stare at him with my mouth open "Arsehole" I mutter

"Alright, Roc. Now's your chance!" Connor yells, still semi-holding Murphy back "You take that man!"

"McAndrew" A weak voice from my left says. I look and see a guy in a red velvet jacket lift his upper body off the ground.

"Ya know this guy?" Connor asks

I shake my head "Nope"

"Good" He steps forward and shoots the guy in the head.

Murphy rolls the white ball from the pool table over to Rocco. Rocco grabs it and smacks the guy across the face with it. I wince, that gotta hurt.

Rocco goes fucking psycho on the guy's skull with the ball "Sick fuck! Sick fuck! Sick fuck!"

Connor comes back over to Murphy and I. Both of us can't quite take our eyes off Rocco.

Rocco stands and runs for Connor yelling "Fuck you, fuckin'..."

Murphy pulls me out of the way as Connor easily grabs Rocco and flips him onto the pool tab and holds him down "Now take a fuckin' deep breath there, Roc. Ya did fine. It was nicely done." He covers Rocco's mouth with his hand and kisses it hard before pulling away from the heavily breathing Italian.