Olivia's pov

Spitting up the red metallic taste of blood on the floor as the slap stung against my cheek. Moving my gaze back at the man in front of me, I just glared. I wouldn't show weakness. I would not cry in front of this man. I felt the blood trickle down my face from where he whipped me with the rosary and I couldn't wipe it away cause the fucker bound my hands. Breathing heavily, he just chuckled at my pain. I had no idea where I was or who this man was. He couldn't of had anything to do with yakevetta, he wasn't Russian. This older man had an Italian accent.

"Where is he?" He asked.

He constantly asked me this and even if I knew who "he" was, I still wouldn't answer the fucker. glaring at the man, he seemed amused with my struggle. Bending down to my level he whispered,

"Where?"

Growling, I spit straight into the older mans face. He cursed in Italian as i smirked, proud of my work. The man wiped my saliva off of his face and slapped me across the face with the rosary again causing me to yelp. Whimpering softly,the man stood above me as he said,

"Stupid girl. You are important to him. He will come"

Laying on the cold, damp grown fighting my tears back, i heard his footsteps walk away and the door slam. As soon as I knew he was gone, I let my tears fall. I was scared. I wanted out of here. I wanted murphy.

Murphy's pov

As we arrived back at Romeos uncles restaurant, we sat privately in a room with Da. My foot tapped nervously on the floor as I sat across from my brother. He looked just as nervous. I couldn't focus on anything other than Olivia. Who had her? Is she alright? Is she alive? My whole body froze and it felt like my own heart stopped. She had to be alive. She was alive.

"I'm so sorry, is all my fault." Da sighed.

" What are ya talkin' about, Da?" I asked.

"I was an immigrant to the U.S. in 1958. I was sixteen. I came to New York where my father, Jacob MacManus, was a cobbler." Da started to tell us of how he started this business with an old friend.

"Jesus." I sighed.

"So...how'd ya end up inside, Da?" Connor asked.

"Back in '75, I did a hit, came out and the police were waitin' for me. He set me up, 25 to life." Da said.

"Wait...why did he set you up?" I asked confused.

"Can't wait ta ask him." Da said seriously.

"Da? How do you know he's the one that took Olivia?" Connor asked.

My head whipped into da's direction. His expression seemed to change from sadness to pure rage,

"Dis has been goin on fer a long time. Louie is anything,but dumb. He took somethin I cared about cause he knew I'd come"

Suddenly my anger for this man heightened to new levels of extreme. I began shaking as my teeth and fists clenched in anger.

"He won't kill her right?" Connor asked looking at me hesitantly.

"Not just yet. He'll keep er alive till we meet, but until dat time she's not safe. Louie is a dangerous man" da said.

I started seeing red as I growled,"if he lays one hand on er, the mother fucker is dead"

Slamming my fists on the table, I stood abruptly and stormed out of the room. Later that night I had drifted to sleep tight next to my brother.

Dream

Connor and I were having a shot in the bar with Rocco behind the bar.

"You look good roc" Connor said.

"You want to tell me what's going on with you two?" Roc asked.

"They got liv." I sighed flicking my cigarette into the tray.

"Then what the fuck are ya doin sittin here!" He exclaimed.

Connor and I both remained silent and didn't make eye contact with our deceased friend.

"Don't ya dare tell me yer givin up" Rocco growled.

We both sighed and Rocco exclaimed,"look at you two! What's happened? This isn't you! You guys are better than this! Stronger! Liv wouldn't want this! Man up! Grow a pair and do what you two do best!"

Flicking my cigarette again, I was about to say something when a small voice asked,

"Daddy?"

My body froze as Connor and I both turned in our chairs to see a small child standing by the door. The kid couldn't have been more than 4 years old, dark brown hair, and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. He kinda reminded me of myself.

"Daddy?" The kid asked again walking towards us, but his eyes remained on me.

I stare confused at the child. Why was he calling me dad? I didn't have a kid. Live miscarried...suddenly my body froze and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Like I was suffocating. I turned slowly back to Rocco who just nodded,

"Murphy meet yer son...Anthony"

Connors eyes widened as he finally understood who the kid was. I felt tears flood my eyes as I turned towards the child. Rising to my feet, I felt at any moment I could pass out.

"Anthony?" I choked out.

A smile spread across the boys face as he exclaimed,"daddy!"while raising his hands to me.

That's all it took as tears fell down my cheeks and I ran towards my son. Picking the small child in my arms I cried out as he embraced me tightly around my neck. He was exactly how I pictured him. He was perfect.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry" I whispered into my sons hair as I cried harder.

I felt someone stand next to me and I saw Connor who also had glossy eyes as he starred at my son. Anthony raised his head from my neck and smiled at me and Connor

"Don't cry" he smiled.

Wiping my face, I forced myself to smile. A new sense of love and compassion filled my body. A warmth only a father would know. Anthony's eyes left ours and looked over my shoulder,

"Mommy!"

Arching an eyebrow, I asked confused,"mommy?"

"Murphy?" A woman's voice causing me to freeze.

"Murph?" The sound of that voice made my heart pound and my hands sweat. I knew that voice anywhere,

"Liv?"

Turning, I heard her chuckling and it was when I heard footsteps that I finally saw her. She was walking towards us with a huge smile on her face. She was wearing a black dress and the scar on her shoulder was gone. Tears filled my eyes again as she approached me.

"Liv" my voice cracked.

She smiled and rested her hand on my cheek.

"Mommy!" Anthony exclaimed reaching out for her.

"Hi baby" she said taking the boy from my arms.

I watched as Anthony embraced his mother and the happiness on my wife's face was something I've never seen. For once my who family was together.

"Anthony have you been bein good for uncle Rocco?" She asked.

He nodded as Rocco laughed and approached Olivia,"whatever! The little trouble maker!"

"Where do you think he gets it from?" She smirked looking at me.

Smiling I wiped my cheeks as more tears fell. Kissing Anthony's head, she handed him to Rocco and then turned to us,

"Now what's going on guys?"

"Liv" my voice cracked.

"You guys can't stop. You can't give up. You're strong. And I love you both so much. And I know you wouldn't want me kicking your asses" she smiled over to Connor.

Connor had tears in his eyes,"dat we wouldn't lass"

"Good, now get back out there and fight." She said determined.

"I need you liv" I whimpered.

She smiled softly and walked closer to me, resting her hand on my cheek. I gripped her hand on my face and leaned into her touch,

"I need you too murph. We both do"

My eyes starred in wonder as I raised my head from her hand. What did she mean we?

She smiled,"now do me a favor and wake up."

Starring confused at her, I was about to ask what she meant, when everything started to disappear and all I heard was her voice,

"Wake up"

Breathing heavily, Connor and I both jolted awake. Starring at my brother, I saw just as much determination in his eyes as were in mine. One thing bothered me though. What did liv mean by we?