Author's Note: Sorry to keep you all waiting for so long for this chapter, like I said in my Red Canyon update, due to a death in the family and being sick for a while, I haven't been in the mood, or had the energy to write! I apologise for that but hopefully this makes up for it!

SMUT warning, cos its been too long, and there's an opportunity at the end of the chapter for any dirty minded genius that wants to help me out! Read away to find out ;) Enjoy!

Chapter Twelve: Wyatt Fuckin' Earp!

Teagan paced Rocco's small apartment, chewing on her thumb anxiously. The boys sat at the table, Connor reading the paper, and Murphy was biting his nails, the phone right next to him, watching her.

"Why don't ya c'mere, love?" he asked gently, patting his lap.

"Yer makin' me dizzy, lass" Connor agreed, not looking up from the paper. Teagan stopped pacing for a second, still chewing her thumb, looking up at her boys with tears in her eyes. Murphy frowned in concern; Teagan never cried. He nudged his brother, who put down the paper, and looked at her with the same concern as his twin. "Come on, babe, don' cry"

"M'not" she sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She walked over and sat on Murphy's lap, resting her head against his. When his arm wrapped around her she felt a little better, and Connor reached over, giving her other hand a squeeze. She gave him a small smile, holding onto his hand, and her hand around Murphy's neck stroked through his hair, gently scratching his scalp with her nails. They sat in silence for another hour, until the phone rang, making them all jump.

"Hello?!" Murphy snatched up the receiver, and Teagan felt his body tense. He then sighed, and relaxed. "Hey, Roc, you okay…nah man, are ye sure you're okay?" Murphy was quiet for a second, then pulled the phone away and looked at it, frowning, hanging it up. He exchanged glances with his brother, before the door burst open, accompanied by two, cackling, haggard looking women. One was larger than the other, and they both stopped laughing as loud when they noticied the boys and Teagan at Rocco's table. The skinny brunette, who Teagan assumed must be Donna, eyed Teagan up and down.

"problem?" Teagan snapped, and Donna and her friend burst out into fits of laughter. Teagan rolled her eyes and lit up a cigarette.

"Here kitty, kitty" Donna stumbled through the apartment, obviously high on something. The boys looked at her in disgust. Not eve thirty minutes later, the women were passed out on Rocco's couch, snoring gently. Murphy was in the kitchen, lighting a smoke over the stove, and Connor was studying the money from the briefcase from the hotel. Teagan was sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging her feet absent mindedly. The door burst open and Rocco ran through.

"PACK YOUR SHIT! PACK YOUR SHIT! WE GOTTA GO! WE GOTTA GET OUT!" he yelled, randomly throwing things into a bag.

"What de fuck are ye talkin' about?!" Connor frowned at his friend, standing up from the table

"I killed 'em all!" Rocco wailed

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, just calm down, tell us what happened!" Murphy tried to grab hold of Rocco

"No!"

"Rocco!" the two girls woke up and were watching him run around like a headless chicken. Teagan hopped off the counter as Rocco started brandishing an iron at Murphy, babbling on mindlessly as the two girls continued to say his name. Rocco pushed past Teagan, ignoring Donna and her friend, grabbing pots and pans from the cupboards and shoving them into his bag. Murphy grinned.

"Alright, I love this shit!" he laughed

"What de fuck is wrong with you, Roc?" Teagan questioned as he started packing empty cans from the table

"Cocksuckers sold me out!" Rocco yelled

"What did I fuckin' tell ye, Roc?!" Connor shouted "Did they pull on ye first?"

"What am I doin'? In the middle of Lakeview!" Rocco wailed. The twins and Teagan stared at him.

"Lakeview…the deli, Roc?" Teagan frowned, swallowing hard. That was the deli where the boys had taken her on their first 'date'.

"Shit" hissed Connor

"Looks like we got ourselves a new fuckin' recruit!" Murphy gestures towards Rocco.

"ROCCO!"

"WHAT?!" Rocco screamed back at the two women, who seemed taken aback.

"Where's my cat?" asked Donna, quietly. Rocco froze for a moment, before dropping his bag and walking towards his ex girlfriend.

"I killed your cat, you druggie bitch!"

"What?! Why?!" Donna gasped

"I felt it would bring closure to our relationship"he said sarcastically

"You killed my…my…"

"Your what?!" Rocco took a step forward and flung the coffee table out of his way "Your fuckin' what, huh? Your fuckin' what bitch?!"

"jesus" whispered Teagan as she watched; shed never seen Rocco this mad before. She carried on packing up their stuff as Rocco continued to yell at Donna and her friend. He left them sobbing as the twins and Teagan followed him out of the apartment.

OOOOOOOO

Teagan sat in the back of the car with Rocco, as Connor drove through Boston.

"Connor, stop the car! Stop the fuckin' car, man!" Rocco suddenly spoke up, and Connor brought the car to a stop outside the Sin Bin, a well known strip club.

"Really, Rocco?" Teagan raised her eyebrows.

"Vincenzo, that fat motherfucker, Yakavetta is right here, he's the one that set me up, shootin' his mouth off tellin' everyone I was as good as dead. He's in there every Wednesday night, ten o'clock, jerks off to the same dance and never misses!"

"Yeah, so?" asked Murphy, looking back at Rocco from the passenger seat.

So, let's kill the motherfucker! I mean, what are you guys I thought that's your new thing, right?"

"I, well, I mean…" Connor mumbled lamely

"Aw, what the fuck, is there like a raffle or somethin'?!"

"Well, ta tell ye the truth, those first ones sorta fell into our laps" shrugged Murphy

"Well, whaddya do?" Rocco looked at Teagan

"We haven't really got a system of decidin' who, Roc, it's uh…" she shrugged. Rocco looked around the car.

"Me! Me! I'm the guy, I know everyone! Their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to! I got phone numbers, addresses..I know who they're fuckin', I know where they live! We could kill everyone." He said, looking at Teagan, then at the boys.

"So whaddya think?" Murphy asked, looking at Connor.

"I'm strangley comfortable with it…Teagan?"

"I follow you boys, ye know dat" she shrugged "Anythin' ya say, goes"

The three men looked at her and she had a feeling she was going to regret saying that.

OOOOOOOO

"I quit" Teagan hissed as she climbed into the booth. "I fuckin' quit" she hissed again as she stood up. Rocco had come up with a 'genius' plan to finally kill Vincenzo Yakavetta, and it turned out that Teagan was the main attraction.

"Give him somethin' different to watch, ya know? Besides, ya look like the girl he jerks off to anyways" the Italian shrugged, and she delivered a sharp punch to his arm. "What! It's a compliment!"

"A fucked up one at that!" she hissed as Connor and Murphy rolled around laughing. She turned to them "And ye boys are okay with dis 'genius' plan?!"

"Lass, we get ta see ya in lingerie, dancin', we're more dan fine wid it" grinned Connor

"In fact, we're kinda jealous" Murphy smirked. Teagan shivered.

"Well, I, for one, tink it's a fuckin' stupid idea!" she grumbled

"Aw come on Tee! What fella could turn down a private dance from you?" Rocco asked "When that fat fucker sits down in that booth and you pop out in your little number, he'll be so rock hard he wont even notice you pulling out ya gun!"

Teagan sighed, crossing her arms.

"Okay, okay, fine. But I am not happy about this!"

"Put it dis way love, at least ya get ta kill him" shrugged Murphy, placing a kiss to her head.

"And we'll make ye happy afterwards" Connor whispered in her ear, making her shiver in anticipation.

Teagan sighed as she peeled off her coat, leaving her in a black leather corset, tiny black leather hotpants, and seven inch heeled, black PVC stripper boots, which she managed to hide a gun in. She had tied her hair up into a messy bun and done her makeup similar to how she wore it for Mindy's hen do. She wouldn't let the boys see her when she left with Rocco, so she wore her coat over the top. Rocco managed to sneak her in, and told her everything she'd need to know about Vincenzo. The small booth she was in had a one way pane of glass; she could see into the booth in front of her, but he couldn't see her. Her booth contained a tiny little stage with a pole in it, and when the client pushed the button the glass would come down and the music would start. Rocco told her that most of the girls wouldn't allow clients to touch them, or for themselves to climb out, but seeing as this was Vincenzo Yakavetta, she was climbing out to put a bullet in that motherfuckers brain.

The screen started to go down, and the music started to play. She straightened up and placed her hands on her hips, pushing her chest out. Vincenzo Yakavetta's mouth fell open when he laid eyes on her. She gave him her best seductive smile and blew him a kiss.

"You want me to dance for you baby?" she cooed in her American accent. She twirled around the pole once, dropping to her knees and crawling towards the edge of the booth, her cleavage on proud display. Although he was wearing dark glasses, it was clear where his eyes were. "Or maybe you wanna get a little…closer?" she rasped.

"Come here you naughty girl" the fat man in front of her wheezed and she shuddered, feeling a little nauseous. She gave him a wink and climbed down from the both, taking long strides in her ridiculously high shoes. He, not so subtly, palmed his crotch through his white pants and she swallowed back bile as she climbed on his lap, and the scent of BO and just general shitty-ness hit her as she straddled him.

"Something tells me that you've been a bad boy" she whispered seductively, moving her hips across his lap, thrusting her breasts in his face.

"Oh yeah, honey, I'm bad" he chuckled, placing his fat hands on her hips and holding her above his crotch. She giggled a little, swaying her hips even more and leaning backwards. He hissed in a breath. "Very fuckin' bad"

"Very fuckin' bad, huh?" she whispered, arching her back and bending backwards until her hair was scraping the floor. She subtly reached into her boot and grabbed her gun, pulling it out and wrapping her arms around his neck, grinding harder on him. He didn't even notice she had a gun until it was pressed against his temple. "Well I don't like bad boys. In fact, I kill bad boys" she hissed, the seductive, sexy tone in her voice gone. His jaw dropped.

"You-"

"Shut up" she growled, pulling the trigger. The bullet ripped through his skull, killing him instantly. She scrambled off his disgusting body and tucked her gun away. She needed a shower. NOW. She felt gross, violated even. Just the thought of that fat asshole's hands on her…urgh. She grabbed her coat from the other booth and tapped twice on the door. The twins let her out, their eyes widening at both her outfit and the clean kill she'd made.

"Fuckin' hell" breathed Connor, his eyes wandering in the booth and then over Teagan's body.

"Jesus Christ" Murphy groaned, smirking at her.

"Please, don't get too excited over me outfit boys, I'm burnin' it as soon as we get home" she shuddered, throwing her coat on before Rocco could get an eyeful. She shivered, buttoning up her coat. "Ugh, I can feel his fuckin' sausage fingers on me, bleurgh!"

Connor and Murphy chuckled lightly. Rocco looked slightly disappointed as Teagan did up her coat.

"I don't even get to look?"

The twins glared at him. "Okay, okay, Jeez!" Rocco backed down, his hands in the air. Teagan chuckled and shook her head.

"I miss anythin'?"

"Only Roc coppin' a feel of dat poor dancer's tit over there" Murphy nodded his head towards the topless dancer passed out on the love seat. Rocco flushed a deep shade of red as Teagan raised an eyebrow.

"David Della Rocco, you are fuckin' disgusting" she said, glaring at him.

"Well, then let me make up for it! Let me take out the other two booths!" he pleaded. Teagan looked at the boys, their masks rolled up over their face, who shrugged, agreeing. Rocco stood in the middle of the room, his arms raised, a gun in each hand pointing at the last remaining booths. Murphy and Connor stood at each booth, pressing the buttons for the screens to roll up at the same time, and they dived out of the way, pulling Teagan with them out of harms way. They all watched in amusement as Rocco fired multiple rounds into the booths. It was impressive, although somewhat sloppy. Teagan even laughed a little as he crossed his arms over, shooting still, like some goddamn cowboy.

"Wyatt Fuckin' Earp!" Rocco shrieked as he finished shooting. Teagan groaned loudly and slumped her head in her hands.

OOOOOOOO

The four of them left the club quickly, and undetected. They made their way to the nearest, cheapest hotel in downton Boston, the boys and Teagan rooming together, and Rocco on his own, much to his protests. They bid their Italian friend goodnight, and headed to their room. Teagan was desperate for a shower, and she shed her clothes quickly once she was in the bathroom, hanging her coat on the back of the door, and crumpling up the slutty outfit into a ball and throwing it aside with a sound of disgust. She scrubbed her body vigourously, one to get rid of the feeling of Vincenzo's hands on her, and also because she failed to notice earlier the blood and brain matter that had splattered onto her. Once she was clean, she dressed in a simple black bra and boyshorts, walking out of the bathroom and slumping down onto the bed inbetween her boys, who were clad only in their boxers, watching some low budget sci-fi film on the tiny TV on the dresser. Murphy pecked her cheek, as did Connor, and their hands began tracing small circles on her soft skin gently. She stretched, groaning appreciatively as her joints popped and relaxed. She also may have thrust her chest up a little bit too much, just to grab the boy's attention, which it did. Ever since all this shit started, they hadn't had the chance to be…together, and now she was seeing her boys in a different light and it was driving her crazy. It turned her on, even more than it should have, to see them turn into ruthless, bloodthirsty killers. Especially because they were taking down the bad guys.

The boys' eyes raked hungrily over her body, the sci-fi film long forgotten as they turned on their sides to face her, Murphy pressed against her back, and her chest resting on Connor's. Murphy's large hands wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her hips back into his crotch, and she sighed as she felt his arousal pressing against her butt, and he began to place feather light kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders. She reached one hand behind her and tangled it into Murphy's hair, gently raking her nails along his scalp, whilst the other traced along Connor's stomach, making his erect cock twitch slightly in their cotton confinement. She tilted her head up so she could kiss the fairer twin, hard and deep. Judging by how ferociously Connor was kissing her, she wasn't the only one who had missed being this intimate. She groaned into Connor's mouth and he and his brother pulled her panties down and off her legs, throwing them across the room. Murph quickly unhooked her bra, and it joined her panties on the floor. The boys pushed her onto her back, roughly, before they each took a hard nipple into their mouths, lapping and nibbling at the sensitive nubs. She tangled her hands into their hair, pulling slightly as she wriggled and gasped in pleasure. The throb between her legs was almost unbearable now, and she was pretty sure she was so wet, it would be dripping onto the hotel sheets.

"Conn…Murph…" she whimpered as they continued their slow, delicious torture. Two pairs of beautiful blue eyes met hers, and they flashed with desire, and hunger. Hunger for her. "Please…" she gasped, as their fingers traced delicate patterns on her soft thighs, occasionally grazing her hot centre.

"What do ye want, lass?" breathed Murphy, as they both came back up to be level with her. She kissed him as hard as she had kissed Connor. Sweet, beautiful Murphy. She nibbled on his bottom lip gently before breaking away.

"Tell us, baby" Connor nuzzled her neck gently. "Anythin' fer our angel"

"I want…your mouths…on me" she whispered, feeling her face flush "At the same time"

"Where on you, baby?" Murphy smirked. He knew exactly what she wanted, he just wanted to hear her say it, the same smirk graced Connor's lips. He wanted to hear her say it too.

"Don't be shy, Tee" Connor chuckled "We know dat mouth can be filthy when ye want it ta be"

Teagan groaned as each of the twins ran an index finger up her soaked slit, her back arching slightly.

"God…I want…your mouths on my pussy!" she whimpered, breaking. "I want ye boys ta eat me out…please…" she gasped, as the two mischevious devils in front of her crept down her body and placed kisses on the inside of each of her thighs, and she let out a breathy moan when Murphy clamped his teeth into the soft flesh. "Don't fuckin' tease!" she growled, so turned on now it was driving her insane.

"Ye know we don't tease, love" Connor smirked, before pushing his tongue inside her. At the same time, Murphy gave her clit a long, slow lick.

"Oh, f-fuck!" she squealed, clutching the sheets in her hands and twisting roughly. "Jesus…feels so good!" she moaned, as Murph began to rotate his tongue around and over her clit, and Connor used his tongue on her. Her thighs shook, despite them being held down by her perfect boys, and her whole body tingled. She couldn't look down, she couldn't, she'd lose it and she didn't want this incredible feeling to end, not yet, she'd waited so long to get them alone again.

"Open yer eyes, baby" Murphy breathed against her clit, the vibrations from the rumble of his voice made her breath catch in her throat. She opened her eyes slowly, sitting up on her elbows. Murphy gave her a smirk before returning to his slow, amazing work. Connor's eyes flicked up from his position lower down on the bed, and he purposefully thrust his tongue inside her that little bit harder when their eyes connected. She bit down on her lip, so hard she almost drew blood, to stop herself from screaming out at how good it felt.

"I'm gonna…" she panted out, as that familiar tightness and tingle spread throughout her body "Oh god, don't stop!" she begged, and the boys sped up their movements for her, wanting to drag her, kicking and screaming, over the edge. She was so beautiful when she fell apart for them. "Oh fuck…oh god…oh my god!" she cried out as she let go, coming hard for her boys, her juices soaking their faces. She fell back on the mattress, panting as they lapped up what they could, and made their way back up her body. She kissed them both, hard, tasting her self on their tongues. "You boys…you're amazin'" she breathed, cradling their faces in her hands.

"We know" they smirked back, showering her with kisses.

"Now it's my turn" she grinned, moving from under them and throwing them back roughly on the mattress.

Author's Note: Sooooo, sorry to leave you all hanging, but I'm giving all those people who offered to help me out last time, another chance to write some serious smut for me, as I'm fresh out of ideas, and I don't wanna repeat myself! IF anyone wants to help, just PM me! If not, I'll have to think harder for more dirty things to do with the boys ;)