Chapter 7

-3rd Person-

Connor, Murphy, and Rocco were all hand cuffed to chairs in the seated position. Their clothes were ripped and they had been beaten severely; Blood covered them. Rocco was uncuffed and two men held his open hand up as Yakavetta put a pistol at the base of his remaining pinky finger.

"You gonna tell me what's going on here? Huh! You little fuck! Gimme some answers!" Yakavetta yelled. The boys all yelled for him to fuck off. Although Rocco was terrified, he is holding out. His thoughts momentarily went to Ana as Yakavetta fired and Rocco's finger was gone. The blood splattered on Connor's face. Rocco screamed in pain saying fuck you through his sobs. After re-cuffing Rocco, Yakavetta and his goons exit.

"SHIT!" rocco yelled; "Ana's gonna kill us."

Connor and Murphy laughed before looking towards the door.

Yakavetta went into the hall with four men. Geno, very big; Chappy, who wore sunglasses even in the dark, trying to look cool; HoJo; who was slick and good-looking. Another Mafioso cohort was with them as well.

"What do you guys think?" Yakavetta asked them. Geno commented on them being tough. He doubted they would talk. HoJo told his boss he knew Rocco and he wasn't smart enough to pull shit by himself; He thought The Irish were the brains.

"There's only one way to get them to talk." Yakavetta said as he walked towards the room again. He sauntered up to Rocco very nonchalantly and shot him in the chest. Rocco's chair was blown back to the floor. The boys were screaming and crying as Yakavetta walked out.

"You guys?" Rocco Sputtered.

"We're here brother." Connor said tears rolled down his face, Rocco told them they had to keep going. Murphy told him that they would.

"You'll make it outta here. Ana, She needs someone. Tell her..." He stared choking; "Tell Her..."

"We will brother we'll tell her." Connor said. As Rocco died, they fell into prayer.

In the front foyer Yakavetta lit up a cigar and started talking to his men.

"Once you set him in motion, you can't call him off. He thinks it's still on." Chappy said about Il Duce. Yakavetta stopped as if terrified with a thought.

"Oh Jesus Christ!" He snapped. Hojo stuttered in confusion; "Hey, I don't have my name spray painted on the front of this house. There are no big pictures of me anywhere. If this guy thinks the job is still a go then I got green money says the mother fucker's out in the bushes already. I'm fucking gone! I'm leaving you guys to deal with this."

The four guys are left alone. They all looked far from confident except for Geno. He smirked saying that it was one fucking guy. HoJo looked at him in disbelief; he told Geno to take the front and told the others to cover the exits and if they see him just shoot him on the spot. He was going back down to the basement,

Murphy has scooted his chair in front of Connor's. He had his back to Connor. He stretched his neck over and bit at the collar of his p-coat. He gathered as much of the material in his mouth as he could. He let out a muffled 'Do It!' Connor, still sobbing, began to kick his brother's left hand repeatedly. Breaking the first time; Murphy screamed through the shirt. Finally, it was broken enough and Murphy pulled it through the cuff. He stood and broke the chair into pieces and grabbed the sharpest piece.

Hojo entered and Murphy shoves the sharp stick up through the bottom of his chin into his head. He dragged him around the room yelling random shit to his face as Connor jumpped up and down in his chair in rage, wanting a piece of the action.

Murphy threw the man down and Connor proceeded to viciously kick his dead body. Murphy removed the man's two guns, shiny nickel-plated 45s.

Connor and Murphy were on their knees in front of Rocco, whom they have sat back up in the chair. They gently placed pennies in his eye and sobbed as they begin to recite the prayer. As they speak, Il Duce watched with Ana behind him. He then began to whisper the prayer right along with them. Their words match up perfectly, causing Ana to stare at the older man. He leaned against the wall, holstered his guns, and withdrew a cigarette. He rolled it along his tongue and twisted it into his lips. He motioned for Ana to walk in; as she entered she kept looking at the floor. She then looked at the boys; who were still reciting a prayer as Il Duce striked a match. They reacted instantly; causing Ana to look behind them; Still kneeling the boys each point a nickel-plated 45 toward The Duke. They turn in time to see Ana fall to the floor tears rolling down her face; Il Duce paused to help her back up; then he strides into the room and proceeds to recite the last half of the Prayer. He stops between the kneeling boys and finishes off the prayer.

Ana shoved passed Il Duce to her brother's body; she sat at his feet, clutching his leg; willing god to bring him back.

The boys are stunned as they realize this was their father. He made the sign of the cross over Rocco. Then he looked down to the upturned faces of his sons, He placed a hand on each of their cheeks. Ana looked at the Father son moment; and got angry.

"THIS IS WHAT GOD'S PLAN WAS?" she stood up yelling. "THAT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!"

Murphy went to her and tried to comfort her but she shoved him; told him to fuck off and she turned back to her brother.

-A Week Later-

-Ana's POV-

I stood between Tess and Jessica at the cemetery; as they lowered Roc's Coffin into the plot. I knew they were there; Smecker told me that they would be. But just seeing Murphy and Connor made the pain of losing Rocco hurt worse. The priest held out a urn of dirt for me to take some; I took a hand full and got closer; I got on my knees and held my hand on my lap getting dirt on my dress.

"I love you Big Brother." I whispered dropping the dirt down onto the coffin. The priest walks over to me to inform me the people were leaving. I told tess and jessica to go on to my apartment without me; and just sat there staring down at the coffin that held my brother's body. It was like the flood gate had opened; once I started crying I couldn't stop. I probably looked like a baby sitting in the middle of a cemetery crying over my brother's body. I felt arms wrap around me and the familiar sent of Cigarettes, Beer, and gun powder that came with the MacManus brother's surrounded me.

"I'm so sorry ana." Murphy whispered in my ear as I clung to him crying. He brought my face out from his P-coat and I stared into his Blue eyes; "He told us to tell you he loved you."

this made me cry even harder.

"and we promised we'd take care of you." Connor said crouching down to hug me. Murphy picks me up and carried me to their car. He kept whispering sweet nothings into my ear the whole way there.

Hey Three chapters in one day; don't you all love me?

RainbowShelby