Her Burnett Stone

by Lady Of Truth

Word is buzzing about in Boston that one of the most famous couples in town is engaged. When an old enemy finds out the news, he plots to make sure the happy couple doesn't live to see their Honeymoon

5. Stories

Next Morning

'Whoa. What happened to your neck?'

'I ran into a hook. No big deal.'

'I'm sure.'

I rolled my eyes at Duffy. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing eggs and bacon and prepared to start making breakfast.

'Are you sure that you ran into a hook, Rebecca?' asked Dolly, 'you look like something or someone bit you.'

'I'm sure, Dolly,' I said, cracking the eggs, 'I'm one-hundred percent sure.'

'But you were drunk,' said Greenly, 'how can you remember how you hurt yourself?'

'I was stumbling,' I said, getting very annoyed at the game of 20 Questions they were playing with me, 'I would have run into something. Keep in mind my sister nearly faceplanted getting out of Jane's Hummer.'

'Whatever you say,' said Greenly, walking away.

I closed my eyes, trying to push out my frustrations. I put the eggs in the frying pan, humming to myself.

'Good morning, everyone!' said a voice.

'Good morning, Connor!' said Duffy.

Connor sniffed the air. He smiled.

'Somethin' smells good,' he said, 'who's cookin'?'

'Your fiancée,' said Dolly, 'and she has a bad bruise on her neck. Do you have any idea how she got it?'

'She stumbled into a hook,' said Connor, walking out into the kitchen and kissing my bruise, 'poor thing.'

'Thank you,' I mouthed to Connor.

'So,' said Greenly as Connor sat down at the kitchen table, 'how are we gonna celebrate this engagement?'

'I'm not sure,' said Connor, 'what do ye think, love?'

'I don't know,' I said, finishing cooking the eggs and moving onto the bacon, 'maybe just throw a party here.'

'I got a better idea,' said a voice.

'Hey, Michael,' said Duffy.

'Hey, Duffy,' said Michael, grabbing a carton of chocolate milk from the fridge.

'What's your idea of an epic celebration?' asked Greenly as Michael grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

'Yeah, bro,' said Connor, 'spill it.'

Michael smiled as he poured himself a glass of chocolate milk. He turned around, looking between everyone.

'How does Las Vegas sound?'

I gasped.

'Michael!' I breathed, looking at him, 'that's brilliant!'

'Vegas!' said Dolly cheerfully, 'Sin City!'

'Did somebody say Vegas?'

Everyone turned around. Emily was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, smiling brightly. I laughed.

'Michael suggested we go to Vegas to celebrate the engagement,' I said, 'I think that would be lovely.'

'I'll also book us a surprise vacation,' said Michael, grabbing a plate of eggs, 'it'll be on me, too.'

'ALRIGHT!' said Connor, 'VEGAS, BITCHES!'

'Where's the vacation gonna be?' asked Emily.

'I ain't saying jack shit,' said Michael, sitting down beside Connor.

'I heard somethin' about Vegas,' said a voice.

'Hey, Murphy!' I said cheerfully.

'Who said we're goin' ta Vegas?' asked Murphy, grabbing a plate.

'Michael suggested it,' said Emily.

'He also said something about a surprise vacation after we go to Vegas,' said Duffy.

'Alright!' cheered Murphy, 'two vacations!'

'Vegas? When are we going to Vegas?'

I laughed. I knew that voice.

'Good morning, Agent Smecker,' I said as I gave everyone their eggs and bacon.

'Good morning, Rebecca,' smiled Paul, 'how are you, sweetie?'

'Sore,' I laughed, 'I ran into a hook.'

I pointed to the bruise on my neck. Paul cringed.

'Ouch,' he said, 'that looks painful.'

'Who let Jacob Goodnight in?' said Michael.

I laughed.

'I ran into a clothing hook, Silly Goose,' I said, 'if I ran into a meat hook, I'd be dead.'

'I'm glad you caught that reference,' laughed Michael as he ate.

'So, when are we going to Sin City?' asked Greenly.

'Viva La Anarchy!' hooted Michael.

'Sin City? We're going to Sin City?'

Paul and I laughed.

'Good morning, Jane,' we said together.

'Good morning,' smiled Jane, kissing Michael on the forehead.

Michael smiled. He wrapped his arm around Jane, brushing her hair with his fingers.

'Good morning, sweetheart,' he said.

'I heard something about to go to Las Vegas,' said Jane, 'I got curious.'

'Yer boyfriend suggested it,' said Murphy, 'we're celebratin' tha engagement.'

'He did?' said Jane, 'why am I not surprised?'

'Question is when are we going?' I asked, sitting in Connor's lap.

'Michael suggested it,' said Duffy, looking at Michael, 'maybe he can choose when we go.'

'Good point, Detective,' said Connor, 'good point.'

'Come on, bro,' said Murphy, nudging Michael with his foot, 'when are we goin' ta Vegas?'

'Seeing as how this surprised most to all of you, I have our flight booked for next week,' said Michael, 'gives us time to pack and such.'

'YEAH, BUDDY!' said Emily, fist-pumping, 'VEGAS BABY!'

'I'll tell everyone else when they wake up,' said Rebecca, 'just keep me away from that Leatherface wax figure.'

I shuddered in Connor's arms. Leatherface terrifies me like no other, and when I see him, oh boy, I lose my shit.

'There was special arrangements made at the wax museum,' said Michael, 'they took down any figures that might traumatize y'all.'

'So, no Leatherface,' said Connor, patting me on the back.

'No Leatherface, no Chucky, no Pinhead, and no Leprechaun,' said Michael, 'all gone.'

Connor, Murphy, Emily, and I all breathed a sigh of relief.

'It took a lot of strings to pull,' said Michael, 'a lot.'

'Well, thank you, hun,' smiled Emily, 'we appreciate it.'

Just then, Rocco and Isabelle walked into the kitchen. Rocco yawned.

'Did we miss breakfast?' he mumbled, 'I smell bacon.'

'No, you didn't, Rocco,' I said, pointing to the counter, 'food's right there.'

Rocco and Isabelle each grabbed a plate of food and ate. Isabelle looked between everyone. She frowned.

'You guys look excited,' she said, 'what's going on?'

I smiled at my frowning cousin. Time for the moment of truth.

'We're going to Vegas next week.'

Isabelle choked on her eggs. She coughed, trying to swallow the pieces that were stuck in her throat. She recovered, clearing her throat.

'You're serious,' she said, 'Vegas.'

'Vegas!' said Emily, 'the Saints are invading Sin City!'

'Well,' said Isabelle, 'I'm sold.'

'Count me in!' said Rocco.

'Well, I think we should go to McGinty's to celebrate before we go to Vegas,' smiled Paul, 'what do you guys think?'

'Hell yeah!' said Emily.

'Awesome idea, Agent!' said Rebecca.

'Smecker, you fucking genius!' said Michael.

Paul laughed.

'Alright,' he said, 'we go tonight.'

'AWESOME!'

That Night

'Jane, hold still or I'm gonna burn you.'

'Sorry.'

'Quit moving her head! I'm gonna end up poking her eye out!'

'Sorry, Angelica.'

Isabelle, Emily, Angelica, and I were all ready to go. Angelica worked on Jane's makeup as Emily, Isabelle and I curled her hair. Unfortunately, we were having some difficulties.

'Will you watch it, Emily?' I growled, shoving Emily over, 'you're getting a bit too close to me with that thing!'

'Shove over, then!' said Emily, bumping me with her hip.

'If I shove over any more, I'll run into Isabelle!' I said.

'Will you three quit bickering?' said Angelica, 'seriously!'

'SHUT UP, ANGELICA!'

Angelica frowned at us. She sighed and continued with Jane's makeup. Jane frowned.

'Are you girls okay back there?' she asked, 'I can curl my own hair if you want me to.'

'We got this, Jane,' said Emily, 'just relax.'

'Are you sure?' asked Jane.

'Just shut up and relax, Jane,' I said, 'we got this.'

'Okay,' said Jane, 'if you insist.'

Angelica looked at Jane, inspecting her makeup job so far. She sighed.

'Tilt your head up a bit, Jane,' she said, guiding Jane, 'there you go.'

Jane sighed. We worked feverishly on her hair. She had a lot of it, and it was crazy.

'You guys excited?' asked Isabelle, 'you know, for Vegas?'

'I am!' said Emily.

'Why wouldn't we be?' I said.

'This was nice of Michael to set up,' said Angelica as she finished Jane's makeup.

'Michael is a sweet guy,' said Jane with a smile, 'I know that first-hand.'

'You picked a good one,' I said, 'keep him.'

Jane laughed.

'I plan on it, Rebecca,' she said, 'for sure.'

'Just like how Rebecca needs to keep Connor,' teased Isabelle, nudging me.

I laughed.

'You guys really love him, don't you?' I said.

'Why wouldn't we?' said Angelica, sitting on my bed, 'he saved your life as well as Emily's.'

'He also taught me how to shoot a gun,' I said as we finished up Jane's hair.

'No way!' said Isabelle, 'no way!'

'Yes, way!' I said, 'you guys wanna hear the story?'

'Hell yes!' said Isabelle.

'I wanna hear this!' said Emily, 'spill, bitch!'

I laughed.

'Alright! Alright!' I said, 'this was about a week after I fully recovered. Here's how the story goes…'

The Saints Mansion: July 2010

'Hey, Murph!'

'Yes, Connor?'

'Have ye seen Rebecca anywhere?'

'Can't say I have.'

'Dammit!'

Suddenly, both boys heard the sound of gunfire. Both of them frowned.

'What was that?' asked Connor.

More gunfire echoed throughout the mansion. The boys were confused. Was there an intruder? Was someone out back doing target practice?

'Ye better go check it out,' said Murphy, 'do ye have a gun on ye?'

'Always, bro,' said Connor.

'Well, ye better go check,' said Murphy, 'good luck an' be careful.'

Connor snorted. He walked out the back door, looking around. More gunfire echoed through the yard. Connor lifted his gun, ready to fire when he heard a familiar voice.

'SON OF A BITCH!'

Connor frowned. He knew that voice. More gunfire echoed, followed by the voice again.

'FUCK! I SUCK AT THIS SHIT!'

'Rebecca?'

I jumped, pointing my gun at Connor. I sighed, panting.

'Jesus Christ, Connor!' I said, 'don't do that!'

'Sorry, love,' said Connor as he ran up to me, 'what the hell are ye doin' out here?'

'I got bored and wanted to shoot this rifle,' I said, holding up the gun, 'I fucking suck at it, though.'

Connor looked at the rifle, then he looked at me. He raised his eyebrows.

'Let me see,' he said, 'I don't think ye suck that bad, do ye?'

I growled. I cocked the rifle again, aiming at the beer can I was trying to shoot. I shot it again and missed. I sighed.

'I do suck,' I pouted, 'I can't shoot that beer can off.'

'Ye want some help, sweetheart?' asked Connor.

I looked at Connor, raising my eyebrows. Him? Help me? No way. Then I frowned and nodded. Connor grinned.

'Alright,' he said, positioning himself behind me, 'ye really need to concentrate. Pretend tha' can is someone ye really don't like.'

I glared.

'Fucking Giovanni…' I muttered angrily, cocking the rifle.

Connor slowly raised my arms. For a man, his hands were super soft. I liked it.

'Aim real good, now,' said Connor, 'that's a good girl.'

I aimed the rifle at the beer can. I pulled the trigger. Then, the can fell. I gasped.

'I DID IT!' I said, jumping with excitement, 'I DID IT!'

Connor laughed. He grabbed me, kissing me on the cheek. Both of us gasped.

'I…' stuttered Connor, turning red, 'I…'

I laughed, touching my cheek. I wasn't embarrassed. I loved it.

'Wow…' I laughed sheepishly, 'that was random.'

Connor turned away from me, embarrassed.

'I'm sorry,' he said, 'tha' was sort o' a spur-of-the-moment deal.'

'Don't worry about it,' I said, patting Connor's shoulder, 'I enjoyed it.'

Connor turned around. He smiled.

'Really?' he said.

I nodded.

'Really,' I said.

Connor breathed a sigh of relief.

'Thank God,' he said, 'I thought I scared ye.'

I laughed. Connor's cute when he's embarrassed. Then, he said something, but I couldn't make out what he said because he mumbled it.

'I love you.'

I frowned. I looked at Connor, confused.

'What did you say?'

'I said good job,' said Connor.

I folded my arms. I raised my eyebrows, looking very serious.

'You didn't say good job,' I said sternly, 'you said something else.'

'What?' said Connor, 'I did say good job.'

'Don't lie to me, Connor,' I said.

'I'm not lying to ye, Rebecca,' said Connor, 'why don't ye believe me?'

'Because I know you, dumbass,' I said, 'now spit it out.'

Connor sighed, defeated.

'Okay,' he said, 'I said…'

Connor paused. I frowned, folding my arms tighter.

'I…' stuttered Connor, 'I…I…'

'You what, Connor?' I said, 'you what?'

Connor sighed deeply.

'I said,' he said, 'I…I…I can't say it…'

I looked at Connor. What was he so scared to tell me?

'You can trust me, Connor,' I said, 'tell me. Please.'

'Ye might get mad at me,' said Connor quietly.

I groaned.

'Connor!' I said exasperated, 'I'm getting mad because you won't tell me! Spit it out, will you?'

Connor groaned. He threw his arms up in the air, clearly frustrated.

'FINE!' he said, 'I LOVE YOU!'

I gasped. Connor turned away from me, looking very nervous. Oh. My. God. I took a shaky breath, walking over to Connor.

'You what?'

'I love you,' said Connor, 'I've been crazy about ye since tha rescue.'

I slowly walked up to Connor. I turned him around to face me, taking his face in my hands.

'Connor…' I whispered, 'why didn't you tell me sooner?'

'I feared rejection,' frowned Connor, 'I'm sorry.'

I sighed.

'You wanna know something funny?' I said.

Connor looked up at me, still frowning.

'What?' he said.

I looked deep into Connor's eyes. I smiled.

'I love you, too.'

Connor gasped.

'Wha-What?' he said, looking very stunned, 'what?'

'I love you, too, Connor,' I said, 'I really, really love you.'

Connor didn't say anything. He cupped my cheek in his hand, then, ever-so-slowly, he leaned in towards me. Of course, he got a little to ahead of himself and we ended up knocking our foreheads together.

'Ow!' said Connor, 'fuck!'

I cringed, rubbing my forehead. Connor blushed.

'Sorry,' he said, turning to walk away.

I sighed. I grabbed Connor by the arm, stopping him.

'Nope,' I said, 'get back here, young man.'

Connor sighed. He turned around, looking at me, not saying a word. I smiled.

'Come here,' I said, 'don't be shy, sweetie pie.'

Connor smiled. He pulled me in closer to him, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me deeply.

I wrapped my arms tightly around Connor's neck, melting into the kiss. I could feel all the passion in the air as we stood there, holding each other.

Connor wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. He pulled me in closer to his body, deepening the kiss.

Slowly, I snaked my tongue out, parting Connor's lips. A moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it as I snaked my tongue into Connor's now open mouth.

Connor pulled away from the kiss, but he didn't relinquish his hold on my waist. He looked at me in amazement. I laughed.

'I'm sorry,' I said, fixing my hair, 'was that too much?'

'No,' breathed Connor, still amazed, 'that was amazing.'

I smiled.

'Good.'

Connor smiled. Then, he danced around the backyard, singing at the top of his lungs.

'I KISSED A GIRL, AN' I LIKED IT!' he sang as he pranced, 'A REALLY HOT ONE, TOO!'

I laughed at Connor as he continued to dance and sing around the backyard. Then, he came running up to me, kissing me again.

I smiled against Connor's lips, melting against his body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, knotting my fingers in his hair.

Connor slowly ran his hand down my back, then my leg. He placed his hand on my ass, squeezing it. I laughed.

'Easy, tiger,' I said.

'I'm more than jus' a tiger, love,' teased Connor, 'but that can wait.'

'Ohh!' I said, raising my eyebrows, 'really, now?'

'Really,' said Connor, 'unless ye wanna go upstairs an' I can show ye what I mean.'

'Slow down, Seabiscuit,' I said, 'that can wait.'

'I knew ye were gonna say that,' laughed Connor.

I laughed.

Connor smiled. He grabbed my hand, twining his fingers in mine. He looked at me, his eyes dancing.

'May I have this dance?' he asked.

I laughed.

'Of course,' I said.

Connor laughed. Slowly, he and I rotated, dancing in the backyard. I smiled at Connor, looking him in the eye.

'You have really nice eyes,' I said.

Connor laughed.

'Thanks,' he said, 'I guess.'

I laughed.

'Don't be so modest!' I said, playfully shoving Connor, 'Jesus!'

'Can ye blame me?' said Connor, 'no girl's ever complimented me before.'

'Seriously?' I said, 'no one?'

Connor shook his head.

'Nope,' he said, 'neither of my ex-girlfriends ever complimented me.'

I snorted.

'Wow,' I said, 'prudes.'

'Yer telling' me,' said Connor, 'they're whores, anyways. Saw 'em both last week. Prostitutes.'

I threw my head back, laughing heartedly. Connor laughed with me.

'Ye have a cute laugh,' he said, 'ye sound like a happy child when ye laugh.'

I laughed again. Connor laughed as I laughed.

'Funny story,' I said, 'both of my ex-boyfriends are drug dealers.'

'Oh, my God!' said Connor, 'no way!'

'Wanna hear the kicker?' I asked.

'Yes!' said Connor.

'Okay,' I said, taking a breath, 'the kicker is that they were on football scholarships. They made it into the NFL but got kicked out. Now they deal cocaine.'

'No fuckin' way!' said Connor, 'my God!'

'I know!' I said, 'and they treated me like dirt! KARMA!'

Connor laughed. Then, his face changed. He looked at me very seriously.

'Rebecca, I have somethin' I've been meanin' ta ask ye,' he said.

'What?' I said.

Connor sighed. He looked me dead in the eye, taking a deep breath before opening his mouth.

'Would ye like ta go out on a date sometime?' he asked, 'ye know, like dinner or something?'

I smiled.

'I'd love to, Connor,' I said.

Connor smiled.

I stopped dancing. I grabbed Connor's head, pulling his face to mine, kissing him deeply. I could feel him smiling throughout the entire kiss. I smiled back.

'I love you, Rebecca,' Connor whispered against my lips.

'I love you, too, Connor,' I whispered back, 'I love you, too.'