I clean up the blood before settling down between Connor and Murphy at the dining table. I lean sideways, intending to lean against Murphy's and but suddenly push myself away, remembering his injury.

Murphy rubs my back as Connor shoves the bottle of Whiskey in front of my face. I take a long drink before placing it back on the table. Rocco turn on the little TV in the corner. The news is on, covering the hot topic of South Boston, us. That guy from the FBI, the organised crime unit guy that got the boys off the hook for the Russian thing and protected my identity from my Dad, is speaking.

"I'm confident that their investigation will end in the apprehension of the suspects." He says.

"Fuckin' hell." Connor groans

"What? What, that guy?" Rocco asks, pointing at the TV

"That's the guy that got us off the hook with the Checkov thing." Murphy says while lighting is cigarette.

"And he's one smart man." Connor adds as he plays with my hair.

"They got nothin'." Rocco scoffs

"Well, this guy is very sharp. If he hasn't figured us out yet, he will." Connor says

"You bet your arse he will." Murphy says

"Well, I'd say that makes him a lia-fuckin'-bility." Rocco states

He's not to be touched." Connor states firmly

Murphy nods in agreement "He's a good man."

"Okay, whatever." Rocco scoffs

"Did ye find your finger Roc?" I ask

"Nope" He replies

I sigh "Well, let's hope the police don't"

"Why?" Rocco asks

"Are your fingerprints in the system?" I ask

Rocco shrugs "Yeah and?"

"Well if I was him and I found a finger with a perfectly good print, I'd run it" I reply

"You would?" Rocco asks

I raise an eyebrow "You wouldn't?"

"We can't stay in Boston for long" Connor says.

I frown "Your right, we can't"

"What about your dad?" Rocco asks

I shrug "Maybe it's time to move on. New York or something"

"Yer Da won't be able to find ya once we're out of Boston" Murphy says gently.

I smile at him. I wouldn't be so sure. No one should underestimate how many cities my dad has hooks in. Christ, the man found me in Wales.

"So we agree, Papa Joe will be our last hit in Boston?" Connor asks

I nod, as does Murphy and Rocco.

"Can you comment on your progress on the Catriona McAndrew case?" All of our eyes snap to the TV at the reporter's voice.

Smecker smiles patiently at the reporter "Miss McAndrew is not missing, she left home. She is a 22 year old woman capable of making her own decisions"

The reporter's not having "She has not been seen since January. How can such a high profile girl just fall off the face of the earth? Is her disappearance linked to the recent murders?"

Smecker remains calm as he speaks "I think you are looking for a story where there isn't one"

"Is the disinterest in the case because Catriona is the daughter of Mafia boss Jock McAndrew?" The reporter asks

"Catriona has nothing to do with the activities her father is involved in. If Catriona hasn't been found it's because she doesn't want to be found. Excuse me" With that Smecker walks away.

The camera swivels to the female reporter, my picture takes up the screen briefly before shrinking down next to the reporters head "Catriona McAndrew is the daughter of Mafia boss, James 'Jock' McAndrew. She was reported missing by her family in January of this year. The McAndrew family lawyer released a statement on behalf of the family stating Catriona is a smart, happy and respectful girl who would never leave home for this long. He stated that Catriona had recently graduated from college and was about to start a new job when she disappeared. The family is offering a reward for anyone who has information on Catriona's whereabouts."

"Turn that off" I say to Rocco.

He does so. I feel pissed. "First of all, new job my arse! And secondly, does anyone really believe that I was happy? And I know people know I wasn't respectful. The only thing that they got right is my name and the fact I'm smart! I fucking hate the media!" I snap angrily

"Relax, love" Connor says gently and rubs my back

"This isn't good, man. They're looking for her" Rocco exclaims

Murphy shrugs "So? They've been looking for her since we met her and we weren't tryin' to be discrete back then"

I nod in agreement "Yeah, you're right. We're fine"