I'm dragged out, kicking and screaming into the night. I'm shoved into the back of a car that takes off immediately. I'm crying hard now, tears are running down my cheeks and sobs wrack my body. The car slows and genuine fear shakes me to my very core. He's going to kill me.

The door is pulled open and I'm met by the burning fury in my father's eyes. My body starts shaking "Cameron! Take your sister to her room!" He snaps.

Cameron leans in and lifts me out the car. He looks down at me indifferently "Catriona" He mutters.

I struggle wildly as he carries me into the house and manages to get me up the stairs and into my room. I have not missed this. It's disgusting. My room looks like a strip club minus the pole!

"What the hell were ye playing at?" Cameron yells at me. "Da is furious! You deserved this beating! When are ye fuckin' gonna learn you ungrateful little bitch!"

I struggle to sit up. The adrenaline in my system is dissipating "Let me go! I don't want to be here! I don't belong here!"

Cameron adds another slap to the collection on my face "This is where ye belong! You are a McAndrew!"

"I'm a MacManus!" I scream at him

He looks shocked then his eyes darken "You're married?"

"Yes!" I snap, glaring daggers at my 'brother'

"You fucking retard!" He snaps and storms from the room.

It takes everything I have to get up from the bed and stagger over to the window and tug at it. It's locked, no, it's bolted. The door bursts open and my heart almost bursts from my chest with fear.

"Married?" My father hisses. "You got married!"

I try and stand tall but it's hard from the pain "Yes, I did!"

"You little brat!" dad yells and smack me so hard I slam against the wall and fall to the floor.

"Who too!" He asks

"I won't tell you! I won't let you hurt them!" I scream. I bite my lip at my slip of grammar.

"Them?" Dad says "It's those two Irish men! You little slut!"

"I'm not a slut! I love them and they love me! You wouldn't know the meaning of the word! If anyone is a slut here it's you! How many woman are you shagging behind mum's back?" I scream, I've lost all control.

A trait that I'm afraid to say is genetic. Fists collide with my body until I pass out from the pain. I wake up and the nurse who is standing bedside informs me I've been out for almost two weeks. My ring is gone from my left hand. The boys haven't come for me. Are they dead? I cry into my hands. Please don't be dead. It's tempting to just take my own life but I won't fuck this up by doing a Juliet. I'll wait. They'll come for me.

I lie in that bed for another week, only leaving to shower or use the toilet. I won't talk to anyone. Not even my mother who had the audacity to say that I deserved this. She said in a sickly sweet, kind voice. I can see right through her. She's as bad as the rest of them. On the Month mark of being back, I'm awoken to the sounds of gunfire. I sit up quickly. My wounds have almost healed. I'm still a little sore though. Shouting, Scottish accents mixed with Irish. I turn the light on and slip from the bed and slide on a pair of shoes. There is nothing I want from this house, I pack nothing. I edge towards the door slowly. It bursts open and Cameron comes flying in.

"You! They're here for you! You stupid cow! The Saints? Really?" He snaps and grabs me tightly.

I struggle against him "Let go of me, Cameron! Let go and you might live!"

"Shut up! You're my key outta here!" He snaps.

The door bangs open and two men fall in, guns pointed in my direction but not at me. I grin "Connor! Murphy!" I exclaim and try and run forward.

A sharp object is pressed to my neck. I freeze "Cam? You wouldn't" I say in shock.

My father is a monster but Cameron is my brother. We played together, grew up together, and learned everything together. How could he do this to me?

"Let us leave and I won't hurt her" Cameron says to the brothers

They falter just slightly "Let her go" Connor snaps

"She's your little sister, man. Ya don't want to hurt her" Murphy says calmly.

"I will if it means gettin' outta here" Cameron growls.

That hurt. That pissed me off. I slam my foot down on his hard. He cries out and the knife falls away from my throat. I lift my elbow up and smack it into his face. He cries and holds his nose. I run forward and throw myself into Murphy's waiting arms. Connor keeps his gun on Cameron.

"Rhi?" He asks

"Do it" I reply.

Cameron's eyes widen and he begins to protest. A bullet between the eyes shuts him up. Connor puts coins in Cameron's eyes and says the prayer. He stands and turns. I break away from Murphy and throw myself at Connor. Murphy comes over and I kiss Connor first, hard, like this will be the last kiss we'll ever share. I do the same to Murphy.

"I thought you two were dead" I sob

"No, love. We told ya we'd come for ya" Connor mutters as he strokes my hair.

"We would never leave ya in this horrible life" Murphy says and kisses my forehead.

I cling to Connor's shirt tightly when I hear a cough at the door. My eyes widen when I see it's that guy that shot at us. I scream and close my eyes.

"No, no, love. It's okay, he's okay" Connor says quickly

"This is our da, Noah" Murphy says.

I look up at the older man by the door "Your da? He tried to kill us!"

"He didn't know it was us" Connor says.

"He hasn't seen us since we were babies, he's been in prison for doing what we do" Murphy explains.

I loosen my grip on Connor. This whole time the man has been standing patiently by the door with the smallest hint of a smile on his face.

"This is the infamous, Catriona" He says, his accent thicker than the boy's.

"Aye, Da. This is our wife, Catriona" Connor says and pushes me forward a little.

I hold my hand out slowly "Nice to meet you, Mr MacManus"

He takes my hand but pulls me into a hug. I freeze in his grasp "You can call me Da, dear. You're a MacManus now"

I smile and relax in his hold. He's nice. "Okay, da"

I pull away and look back at the boys who are smiling, looking relieved "Speaking of dads, where is mine"

"Ah, yes." Noah says looking over his shoulder "This way, my dear" He leaves the room.

We follow Noah down to the 'cage' as my dad calls it.

I walk in to see my dad tied to the chair. The same chair he tied Holly. A wave of anger flows through me. My father is gagged but still trying to shout. Noah pulls the gag down "What's that, mate?" Noah asks

"Catriona Mary McAndrew, untie me now!" He demand.

I shake my head "No. I won't let you hurt me anymore. I won't let you hurt anyone else anymore! You're evil, dad. Evil men don't deserve to live"

Dad glares at me "You ungrateful little shit! I have given you everything and how do you repay me? By becoming the whore of two Irish men!"

Murphy dives for my father but Connor holds him back. Connor the rock, Murphy the emotional. Noah punches my dad in the face.

"That's my sons' wife yer taking about ya prick!" He snaps.

Noah holds the gun in his hand out to me "Want to do the honours, dear?"

I step forward and take the gun "Yeah, I will"

I hold the gun to my father's head. "Say the prayer, Rhi" Connor says.

I look over at him "What?"

"Yer a MacManus, Catriona, say the prayer" Noah says

I look around the MacManus men one more time before concentrating on my father. I'm so similar to him. Not showing an ounce of fear in the face of death. Except, I'm not evil. I would never hurt an innocent person.

"And shepherds we shall be. For thee, my Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. E nomini patri, et Fili e spiritu sancti." I pull the trigger.

I step away from my father's lifeless body feeling lighter than I have ever been in my life. Noah takes the gun from my hand. I stagger backwards into a strong chest. "He's gone" I say quietly.

"Aye, Rhi. He's gone" Murphy says and slips my ring back onto my left finger.