The boys do their thing and we leave through the front door. As we exit, I spot an old guy dressed all in leather, smoking a cigar, standing in front of a car not too far from us. I spot the guns on his vest. Connor and Murphy take their guns out quickly and Murphy pushes me hard towards the bushes as guns fire loudly in the street. My head collides with a rock hard. A sharp pain shoots through my head and the noises suddenly sound dull. My vision blurs and I can barely move. I'm completely disorientated. A body lands on top of mine and I panic thinking one of my boys have been taken out.

A hand presses on my cheeks and it's then I realize my eyes have closed "Rhi! Rhi!" Murphy's voice sounds so far away.

"Murph! Are you alright?" Connor yells.

The gun fire stops. Only a ringing and distressed voices reach my consciousness. "Something's wrong with Rhi!" Murphy yells.

"Get the blood!" Connor yells. Another pair of leather covered hands touch my cheeks "Rhi, open your eyes Darlin', come on!"

"He shot my fucking finger off!" I hear Rocco yell.

I'm coming out of it, the voices are louder, more panicked. I fight to open my eyes. "Get the fuck outta here!" Connor yells as he lifts me into his arms.

I'm aware of being put in the minivan and the van pulling away quickly "Was she shot?" Murphy yells.

I feel warm hands touch my body desperately. "Con!" Murphy screams.

The hands go to my hair "Oh shit, her head! Her head is bleeding!"

I finally regain motor function and I force my eyes open and groan as the sunlight hurts my head. "Catriona!" Connor cries in relief and lifts my upper body from the ground and pulls me into his chest.

He's crying. I can feel his tears on my face "Connor" I say quietly and pull away from him a little to look into his face "I'm fine, concussed but fine"

The pain on the side of my head becomes suddenly obvious. I touch the wound with a cry of pain. "What the hell was that?" I ask

I touch Connor's leg and he hisses in pain. I pull my hand back and look at the blood on it with wide eyes. "Oh God! Connor, you're hit!" I press my hand down on the bullet wound in his leg.

"My fucking finger was blown off!" Rocco screams from behind me.

"Where is it?" I ask, panicked.

"I don't fucking know!" Rocco yells.

"Shit! Murphy honey, are you okay?" I ask, really starting to freak out now.

"I'm fine" He says

"He was shot in the arm" Connor says.

I feel myself about to cry. I hold it in. "Connor, this is goin' to need to be cauterized. Rocco's and Murphy's too. We can't exactly go to a hospital"

Back at the flat Connor yells at Rocco "Who the fuck was he, Rocco? I know ya fucking know, so don't even start!"

"Fuck you! I told you I never saw him before!" Rocco yells

"Well, he sure as fuck knew you!" Murphy yells at him.

"Fuck you! Fuck you both!" Rocco screams

"Yeah? Don't start lying to us now!" Connor yells

This starts a huge, loud argument between the three men. The noise hits my head like a jackhammer. It feels like my brain is being bashed in. I hold my head tightly and start screaming.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" I collapse to my knees, completely exhausted.

"Catriona!" Connor and Murphy call at the same time and two pairs of hands are on me in a second.

"Don't yell, my head" I say calmly and close my eyes tightly for a moment. I look between then and say "We need to cauterize your wounds, stop the blood flow and risk of infection"

"Using what?" Murphy asks

"I got that iron" Rocco says.

I wince "Oh God, that'll have to do. Starting with you Rocco" I pull myself to my feet and feel immediately dizzy and fall sideways into Murphy who catches me and holds me against him.

"You're not doin' it Rhi. Ya can barely stand." Connor says, stroking my hair gently

"We'll do it to each other" Murphy says. "Roc, put that iron on the gas"