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Chapter 10: FUCK!

"This poor soul cried out for help…"

"They watched as he simply walked away…"

"A good man…"

"Nobody wanted to get involved…"

"Nobody..."

Teagan's body jolted up towards the ceiling, her breathing laboured and harsh. The water from the ceiling dripped onto her forehead, it's freezing impact making her eyes jolt open. A voice of an Irish man, niehter Connor nor Murphy though, echoed through her head, reciting a prayer.

"Destroy all that which is evil…" Connor's voice made her head turn. The brothers were also sat up in their beds, breathing as she was, the water soaking their beautiful faces.

"So that which is good may flourish…" breathed Murphy, looking as his brother. They both then turned to face Teagan.

"Amen" she whispered.

OOOOOOOOOOO

The three of them awoke suddenly, and sat up. They dressed in silence, and thw twins shared a moment of just looking at each other, speaking an unposken understanding between the two of them. They then turned to look at Teagan. She knew it wasn't just a dream she had experienced herself. The way they were looking at her…they knew it too. It wasn't just a dream…

It was a message from God.

They all jumped slightly as a shrill beeping filled the room. Murphy turned and looked down at his bed, picking up something.

"Wha's that?" asked Connor quietly.

"It's the fuckin' Russian's pager" Murphy answred, throwing it to his brother. Teagan stood up from her bed and moved over to her twins, placing a hand on Murphy's shoulder.

"Let's go" she said gently, and the boys nodded, standing up and throwing on their coats. Teagan made sure to grab hers and throw hers on before leaving the cell. As they emerged into the station, they were greeted with cheers from the on duty cops. Murphy threw his arms up and grinned as Connor shook the hands of the cops in front of him. The cops clapped Teagan on the back as she followed the twins, and she smiled at them, shaking the hands that were offered to her.

"Have you got a pen?" Connor asked Greenly, who nodded and handed him one. Teagan stood with Murphy and the other detectives as she watched Connor head over to the pay phone.

"Mornin'" Murphy greeted the cops, shaking their hands. One of them offered him and Teagan coffee.

"We'd be honoured if you'd join us.." one of the detectives gave Teagan a cheeky wink and she smiled, taking the coffee from him.

"How are ya?" Greenly eyed Teagan up and down "For someone who's been in a holding cell over night, you's lookin' good honey" He leaned in closer to her, as Murphy studied the newspaper in front of him "Wanna maybe slip me your number before you leave?"

"She's taken" Murphy snapped, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing the paper in her hands "Look at dis, love"

Tegaan frowned as she read the front page of the Boston Herarld.

The Saints of South Boston

Brothers' and local bar maid's case discovered to be self defense

"Saints?" Teagan mused, one eyebrow raising. Murphy smirked at her, clearly thinking the same thing; the behaviour between the three of them at night was far from saintly. She threw the paper on the desk infront of her, and giggled as Murphy dipped his fingers in his coffee and 'baptized' the cops with it.

"Body of Christ…body of Christ" he joked, and the police officers chuckled. Teagan turned her head and noticed Connor walking back over towards them.

"Come on" he mumbled, and Teagan tipped her coffee cup in goodbye to the officers, and followed the boys out of the station. They walked along the streets towards McGinty's, and Teagan couldn't help but chew her lip nervously. What did the dream mean? What was going to happen now? What was Connor planning? Did Murphy know?

"Don't look so nervous, love, y'alright" Murphy said gently, lacing his fingers with hers as they walked quickly down the sidewalk. Connor turned back, he was walking ahead of them, and gave her a smile, stopping so he could press a kiss to her lips.

"Aye, trust us" he mumbled, and she nodded, but still, her stomach was churning.

OOOOOOOOO

"So, whats the plan? Why do we need this?" Teagan held up the green paper bag. Her father had kepy his promise, holding onto it for them, not questioning anything other than his daughter's safety. He left the back office to give them privacy, and the boys looked at each other. "We're goin' after de Russians, aint we?"

"we are." Connor said firmly, gesturing to himself and his brother. "Ye aint"

"Connor, I-"

"He's right babe" Murphy interrupted. "Dis is dangerous, life threatenin' even, and we aint riskin' ya getting' hurt…or worse.." he swallowed, looking down at the ground.

"No. No!" Teagan felt herself getting angry with her boys for the first time. "I had dat dream too, I was der, and ye know I was. Ye both felt it as much as I did, I knew exactly what was goin' on in yer heads de next morning without even askin'. Ye cant just push me aside! If I wasn't meant ta help ye, den I would've never had dat dream. We're in dis together, whether ye boys like it or not. Yer not leavin' me behind." She said stubbornly, folding her arms underneath her breasts and giving them each a hard stare. "Ye tink I could just go back to me day job, whilst you two went out after dese low lifes, and not worry about ye? That would kill me. I care about the pair of ye two much. Besides, I'm not as weak as I look ye know."

The twins chuckled at her stubbornness.

"We know ya aren't, love, but ye gotta understand, it's just a male ting, wantin' te protect what's yers" Connor sighed, taking one of her hands in his. Murphy took hold of the other, stroking it gently with the back of his thumb.

"We'd never forgive ourselves if anythin' happened to ya, Tee" for a second, Teagan could've sworn the brother's were tearing up "And ye da'…he wouldn't forgive us either"

"Den we wont let anyting happen, will we?" she gave them a small smile, squeezing their hands. "Come on…we're the Saints, remember?"

This drew another laugh from the boys, who both sighed.

"God we love ye" Connor bent down and kissed her hand, like he did the night they met. "Alrigh', but if we say enough.."

"Den it's enough" finished Murphy

"Deal" Teagan nodded. A few hours later, they were sat in a small room, in front of a local Irish gun dealer, the contents of the green paper bag emptied out on the table in front of them. The gun dealer looked down at the two pistols, the gold jewellery and the bundles of dollars, and back up at the threesome. He then produced two black bags.

"Ye boys knock yerselves out" he thrust the bags at the twins. The boys looked at Teagan, who had her arms folded and one eyebrow raised. She cleared her throat.

"So what, just because I'm a woman it means that I don't get to play with your toys?" she asked dryly and the gun dealer's face flushed.

"Come on now, man, where's ye manners?" Murphy shook his head

"I-i-I thought she-" the gun dealer stammered

"Well, ye thought wrong, boy" Connor smirked as the gun dealer produced another bag and handed it to Teagan, stammering out an apology. He reached behind him and flicked on a light switch, and the room behind them lit up. Teagan shook her head, smiling, as the boys entered the room first, their faces lighting up like kids in a candy store. The room was small, but it held more guns and weapons than Teagan even knew existed. The back wall was painted with an Irish flag, and the words above it read 'While the wicked stand confounded, call me, with thy saints surrounded'. Teagan had to chuckle at that.

"Fuckin' 'ell" Connor breathed, taking in the sight before him. Murphy smirked before moving forward and grabbing anything in sight that looked useful, as did Connor. Teagan leant against the door, her arms folded, watching them. Murphy took a vicious looking rifle off the wall and ran his hands over it, as Connor cocked a submachine gun. "Ye know what we need…some rope"

"Absoloutely" Murphy answered sarcastically "What are ye insane?"

"No I aint insane, Charlie Bronson's always got rope" Connor frowned at his brother

"What?" Murphy sighed, shaking his head.

"Always have rope strapped around 'em in de movies and dey always end up usin' it" Connor had an aswer for everything, it seemed, and Teagan chuckled to herself.

"Ye've lost it haven't ya?" Murphy questioned, whilst stuffing his bag with guns.

"No, I'm serious!"

"me too, dat's stupid, name one thing ye gonna need a rope for!"

"I don't fuckin' know what ye gonna need it for, dey just always need it!"

"Dis isn't a movie!" Murphy walked over to a mounted gun, spinning it round, a grin on his face.

"Right…" Connor mused, reaching into Murphy's bag and picking up a hunting knife. He held the blade between two fingers "Is dat right, Rambo?" Murphy aimed the gun at his twin, who scoffed. Murphy rolled his eyes, smiling.

"Alright, get ye stupid fuckin' rope"

"I'll get my stupid rope" Connor said, making his way back towards the door "I'll get it"

Teagan reached behind her, unhooking the rope from the wall and holding it out to him. He grinned at her and kissed her hard, then took the rope from her. "Dere's rope right dere! Tank you, my angel" he winked at her, and she gave him a sexy smile.

"Why'd ye have ta encourage him?" Murphy sulked as he walked past her. She grabbed him and planted a kiss on his lips too. "Alrigh' yer forgiven.."

"Now dat ye boys are done playin', is it my turn?" Teagan questioned, holding up her empty bag. "Thought ye was gentlemen, boys, whatever happened ta ladies first?"

"Sorry, lass" the boys chorused, and she shook her head once more, still smiling away. She grabbed whatever decent weapons the boys had left, and some ammo, as well as a knife and some matches. It couldn't hurt to be resourceful. Once they had pretty much cleaned out the armoury, they made their way to the Plaza hotel. They quickly moved down the side steps into the hotel, and stepped into the elevator, removing their sunglasses. Teagan's fingers gripped the handle of her bag tightly, and her heart was hammering in her chest. She was surprised the boys didn't hear it. Connor sighed heavily, breaking the tense silence.

"Nervous?" he asked the other two. Teagan nodded silently.

"A bit" Murphy said in low voice, nodding his head.

"Me too" Connor admitted. He reached out and pressed a button on the elevator panel, and it buzzed. All three of them sprung into action, removing their coats and emptying their bags of the things they would need. Teagan had changed into an outfit to match her boys; just simple jeans, tucked into black Army boots and a long sleeved, skin tight black tshirt. She had her guns strapped to her and her knife in a holster on her thigh. She bent down to tighten the laces on her boots, and stood up, tying her hair back into a high ponytail. The boys smirked at her.

"What?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Dat look suits ya" Murphy teased

"And ye wore yer hair like dat fer Mindy's hen do" Connor chuckled and Teagan swallowed hard.

"Well, don't let it put ye off what we came here ta do" she grinned, sliding on a black balaclava. She had cleverly cut a hole in the back so her ponytail could poke out, so she pulled her hair through, and adjusted it over her face. The elevator came to a stop, and the boys pulled on their balaclavas too. She looked up at the ceiling. "I'll go first, I'm smaller, gimme a leg up" she gestured to Murphy, who nodded, bending down and holding out his hand for her. She stepped on, and he lifted her up so she could removed the hatch cover of the elevator. She pulled herself up and over, grabbing Connor's hand as he followed her. The two of them then grabbed Murphy and helped him up. Teagan shone her flashlight around, spotting a shaft.

"Told ye der'd be a shaft" grinned Connor

"Just like on TV" mused Murphy, as they got to work unscrewing the cover. Once they removed it, Teagan slid in easily, her small body moving through the shaft with ease. The boys followed behind her, all in silence. She led them in what she thought was the right direction until they came to a junction. She pulled her balaclava up over her face to asses the situation properly.

"Which way?" breathed Connor

"I'm tinkin!" she hissed "Fuck!"

"Come on, lass" urged Murphy from behind Connor, and she let out a growl of frustration, before turning left.

"I don't fuckin' know where I'm goin', Connor, you go first" she sighed, giving up as they reached a dead end. They adjusted themselves so Connor was leading, then Murphy, then Teagan brought up the back. They crawled for what felt like hours, their breathing heavy in the tiny space. Connor stopped, then turned again, Murphy and Teagan sighing as they had to uncomfortably rearrange again.

"Where de fuck are ye goin?!" hissed Murphy to his brother

"Shhh! I'm figurin' some shit out here!" Connor whispered back.

"Fuck you! I'm sweatin' my ass off draggin yer fuckin' rope around! Must weigh thirty pounds!"

"Get a fuckin' hold of yerself!" Connor growled at his brother, turning round to glare at him.

"Oh fuck you! I'm not the rope totin', Charlie Bronson wannabe that's getting' us fuckin' lost!"

"Will you fuckin' shut it!" Connor smacked Murphy on the head with his flashlight and Teagan groaned.

"Boys, come on.." she whispered "Now isn't de time fer-"

She was jolted backwards, cutting herself off as the brothers began to scrap in the shaft. "Are ye fuckin' kiddin' me?!" she hissed, reaching forward and trying to separate the boys "Get a fuckin' hold of yerselves! We're in a fuckin' air shaft!" she crawled over to them and threw herself on top of them, tangling herself in the unravelling rope and pulling them apart. "Will you two pack it IN!" she gripped the brothers by the ears. The shaft groaned.

"Jesus Fuckin' Christ" Connor hissed

"Shit!" Murphy cried as the shaft gave way and they all fell through the ceiling, the rope tangled around their limbs suspending them upside down, back to back. The mobsters in the room all gaped at them in surprise, and they didn't have time to react before the threesome reached into their holsters and drew their guns, aiming at whatever target they could see, and squeezing the triggers. The blood rushed to Teagan's head as the balsts from her guns rocked her arms slightly, the spinning of the rope making her feel dizzy. Once most of the threats were down, Murphy reached up and cut the rope from around their legs, sending all three of them crashing to the floor. They all scrambled to their feet, and found their target, Yuri Petrova, cowering behind the couch.

"Some Don" Teagan scoffed, as she grabbed his collar and pulled him to his feet, yanking him over to the middle of them room, and pushing him to his knees. The boys stood behind him, on at each side, whilst Teagan stood in front of him, a few steps away. Connor and Murphy had outright refused to let her execute someone like this, but let her place the pennies on the eyes of the deceased. She pulled her mask off of her face and watched.

"And shepherds we shall be, for thee, my Lord, for thee, power hath descened forth from Thy hand, our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands, so we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teaming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti" the boys recited their family prayer as Teagan watched the Russian crime syndicate plea and beg for his life. As they finished the prayer, they both fired a single bullet into his head, and his body crashed to the floor. Teagan moved his body, facing him upwards, and gently placed the pennies over Petrova's eyes, drawing a cross in the air over him. She got up and the boys handed her the rest of the pennies, and she got to work, crossing the arms of the decased over their chests, and placing the pennies over their closed eyelids. She came across one mobster who was still alive, gasping and flailing around. She brought a gloved finger to her lips, shushing him as she aimed her silenced gun directly at his heart, pulling the trigger and letting his body fall back onto the couch. Once she was done, she joined the boys back in the centre of the room, sharing a smile with them. Connor glanced up at the ceiling, and the rope hanging from it.

"Name one ting yer gonna need dis stupid fucking rope for" he mocked Murphy in a girly sounding voice, yanking the rope dwon from the ceiling. Murphy rolled his eyes, shoving his brother.

"Dat was way easier dan I thought!" he exclaimed, looking around

"Aye" agreed Teagan, looking around "Quite a rush"

"Y'know, on Tv, ye've always got dat guy dat jumps over de sofa" Murphy said excitedly

"Aye, den ye gotta shoot him fer ten fuckin' minutes" agreed Connor, making a gun with his fingers. Teagan chuckled.

"We're good" she observed

"Yes we are!" Connor exclaimed

"Y'know, fer a girl, yer a damn good shot" Murphy teased Teagan, patting her on the shoulder. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Told ye" she grinned.

"Now what, do ye tink is in dat little case der?" Connor asked, sarcastically, pointing to a case on the bar counter. Murphy and Teagan followed his eyeline and they looked at each other. Connor jerked as if he was going to run forward and Murphy moved. Connor grabbed him by the arm and yanked him back, and Teagan simply hopped over the both of them.

"Ladies first!" she called, as she sprinted to the mini bar, reaching it first. The boys rushed over to her as she opened the case.

"Fuck me!" exclaimed Connor, as they held up bundles of cash.

"The hits just keep on comin'!" Murphy grinned, whacking his brother on the head with the wad of dollars he was holding.

"Give it a smell!" Connor sighed, inhaling the scent of thousands of dollars.

"I love our new job" sighed Teagan, also inhaling the money. The doorbell to the room buzzed, and all three of them froze, before they pulled their masks back on and pulled out their guns. They swiftly and silently moved towards the door, and Teagan darted forward to peer through the peep hole. She grinned when she saw Rocco standing outside, in a hotel uniform, with a name badge on that read 'Jaffar'. She put her gun away and yanked the boys down to the hole.

"Bastard! It's gotta be his big break!" smirked Connor "We've got to fuck with him, right?"

Murphy gasped in excitement, and Teagan barely surpressed her giggle. All three of them pulled their masks back on, chuckling.

"I'll get de door, you and Teagan get de cart, I'll grab him by the hair" Connor whispered, and they nodded. Connor yanked open the door, and Teagan and Murphy grabbed the cart from Rocco, whipping it out of his hands and sending it crashing into the couch. Connor grabbed his hair and roughly pulled him in the room, all four of them yelling and screaming.

"DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT!" Rocco begged

"SHUT UP!" Connor screamed back as he lead him into the middle of the room, Murphy and Teagan following, aiming their guns at him. "GET ON THE GROUND!"

Rocco was thrown onto the blood soaked carpet, staring up at his 'captors' with fear filled eyes.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Rocco panted as all three of them leant over him, their guns pointed to his head "We're on the same side, boss mustve sent you as back up, huh? I'm Rocco, I'm the funny man!"

"Where's your God?!" Connor yelled slowly as Rocco babbled incoherently. Connor reached down and grabbed the gun that Rocco was carrying. He pulled it out of the Italian's pocket and exclaimed, standing up. "It's a fuckin' six shooter!"

"There's nine bodies, genius!" Murphy yelled

"What the fuck were ya gonna do? Laugh the last three to death, 'funnyman'?!" Teagan yelled, in her best American accent, shaking her gun slightly. Rocco's brow furrowed.

"I'm gonna get whacked by a fuckin' chick? Oh come on!" Rocco groaned as Teagan pressed her knee painfull on his crotch.

"Well, come on, funnyman, tell us!" she yelled

"Papa Joe said there was only two! In and out!" Rocco yelled back, looking around the room slightly. "You guys sure did a goob job! You guys are good, huh? Cool masks, where'd ya get 'em?"

" We gotta do him…right here, right now!" Connor ordered

"Right!" Murphy agreed, and the three of them pressed their guns closer and harder into Rocco.

"No don't please! I'm the funny man, don't kill me I'm the funnyman!" Rocco yelped, and the three of them pulled their masks off, laughing uncontrollably. Connor patted the now thoroughly confused Italian's face as they all got off of him, laughing like a pack of hyenas.

"What a fuckin' idiot!" gasped Connor, as they stood back by the bar, watching Rocco get to his feet.

"Fuckin' what the fuck…fuckin' fuck who the fuck…fuck this fuckin'…how did you three fuckin' fucks…FUCK!" Rocco yelled, jumping around and looking at the massacre.

"Well, certainly illustrates the diversity of the word" Teagan chuckled, and the boys laughed with her. Rocco turned and gaped at them in disbelief.

"Irish fucks" he sighed.