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Chapter 13: Arguments and Bullet Wounds

Teagan awoke the next morning and yawned before she'd even opened her eyes. She stretched and sat up, noticing she was alone in the hotel bed, the spots beside her still warm where the boys had slept. She shivered as she recalled last night, and she smiled to herself. Her boys were truly perfect.

She got up and got dressed, seeing the boys were already outside, having their morning smoke. She could hear their muffled voices as she walked towards the door to open it.

"-why de fuck didn't ye stop her Conn?! Ye know how I feel about her!" Murphy's voice was raised, and it had an angry tone to it.

"Because I feel exactly de the same way about her, and ye know it!" Connor retorted, sounding even more angry than his brother. Teagan swallowed hard and pressed her ear against the door.

"No ye fuckin' don't! "

"Oh yeah? How do ye know dat?"

"Because I know ye! Yer only interested in lasses fer one ting! Den ye get rid of dem! I've seen it!" Murphy stubbed out his cigarette roughly.

"Den why is Teagan still here, hmm? Surely if I was only after a shag I would've never called her again after Mindy's stag night!" Connor glared. "I love her Murph!"

"Not like I fuckin' do! I cant do dis anymore, Conn, I cant share her like dis. I-I wanna marry her." Murphy said softly, and Teagan's heart skipped a beat. "I wan' her ta be de mother of my babes, Conn,"

"And ye tink I don't want dat with her?!" Connor grabbed Murphy by the collar and shook him. She could hear the brothers scuffling around outside the door. Her heart hurt. She loved them both, so, so much, and now she was coming in between them, which she swore to herself that she would never do. She couldn't choose between them. She couldn't hurt either of them like that, but part of her knew that deep down, she wanted that life with Murphy. She didn't quite connect with Connor like she did with Murph. He was the first out of the two to tell her how he felt, and Teagan was in love with him. But she was in love with Connor too. She knew then that up until now they'd all been living in a fantasy world. Now she was completely and utterly fucked. Teagan let out a shaky breath and opened the door.

"Stop" she simply said, and the brothers froze, Murphy's fist halfway to Connor's face, and gaped at her.

"Teagan," began Murphy

"How much did ye hear, lass?" mumbled Connor

"Enough." She said quietly "And I can't…I can't be the one to come in between you boys, I won't do it."

"Tee-"

"No. This has to stop. Last night shouldn't have happened, we shouldn't have started this ridiculous arrangement…it's just too complicated" she sighed, unable to watch as both boy's hearts broke in front of her. "I love you both, so fuckin' much, but-"

"Fuck dis!" Murphy roared, shoving his brother off of him and stomping towards Teagan "Ye know what? We don't need ye! Yer right, dis whole ting was just a mistake!"

Teagan said nothing, taking Murphy's anger in silence and letting just one tear slip down her cheek as he stormed off towards Rocco's room. She looked to the fairer twin, who avoided her eyes.

"He's right, we should'a never gotten involved wit ya, we knew dis would happen." He said softly.

"Connor-" she begged him "I'm sorry"

"Yeah, me too" he mumbled, following his brother. Teagan stood outside the hotel door, shaking in the cold Boston air, her stomach aching like shed just been punched in it. What had she done? Should she leave? No, she couldn't. She was in this with her-the boys, whether they liked it or not. She walked slowly to Rocco's room and opened the door. The boys were sat at the small kitchen table, their backs to her, while Rocco faced her. He gave her a small sympathetic smile as she gingerly sat down next to him, avoiding the boys' eyes. They both drained the small china cups of coffee and stared pointedly at Rocco, who cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the tension.

"Alright, let's talk some business here, I know a sick fuck who makes the ones we been doin' look like altar boys. Worst night of my life when I met this guy, guy never says a fucking word to me. Driving 25 minutes, never a sigh, throat clear, nothing. His face, blank man, just nothing there. This guy takes out a whole family, wife, kids, everybody, like he's ordering a fuckin' pizza. I knew if I didn't keep it together it was my ass. Anyways, he has a poker game out back of his place with a bunch of wise guys every Saturday…" Rocco trailed off, his eyes glazed over. "Worst day of my life, man"

"Well," Murphy looked at his brother, ignoring Teagan "I'm sold"

"Don't worry Roc," said Connor, doing the same "We'll put dis guy right and you'll feel a lot better"

The boys got up to leave, and Teagan stood up too.

"Honey" Rocco said quietly, pulling her to the side "Look, I don't know what happened between the three of yous, but…this guy, he's a fuckin' monster, and no matter how pig headed those two Irish fucks are bein' right now, I know they aint gonna wanna risk ya getting hurt, okay?"

"Roc, I'm not a little gerl, y'know" she mumbled quietly "I can take care o' meself"

"I know, sweetie, I know, but just…for me? Just be on guard in the van, okay? I don't want you getting' hurt either, ya like a little sister to me"

Teagan sighed, swallowing hard.

"Okay, Roc, fine. I'll wait in the van."

OOOOOOOOOOOO

An hour later Teagan sat in the driver's seat of the van as the boys and Rocco loaded up their weapons in the back. The boys still hadn't spoken to her, and she had a horrible knot in her stomach, as if something bad was going to happen. As if the boys completely blanking her wasn't horrible enough…

Rocco climbed out of the van once the guy's kid had left for school, leaving the boys alone with Teagan. Connor sighed heavily before climbing out himself. Murphy finished loading his gun, and caught Teagan's eye in the rearview mirror.

"Murph, I-"

"Keep a look out, beep da horn twice if anyting happens" he mumbled, before climbing out and slamming the door shut.

"Please, be fuckin' careful" she whispered as she watched all three of them sneak in through the garage. Although she knew there was a good chance the boys would never look at her in the same way again, it didn't mean she loved them any less. Her heart ached as she thought about the mess she was now in. She took apart her gun and put it back together again to take her mind off of it, and to pass the time.

An hour passed, and they still weren't back, and immediately Teagan felt sick. Something mustve gone wrong, they weren't normally this long. Then, she noticed a car pull up in front of her, and she quickly ducked down in the driver's seat. She peeked up through the window and watched, her heart hammering in her chest, as a man in a long black coat, black hat and dark glasses got out. He was an older man, but he looked dangerous, and looked like he meant business. But he simply stood in front of the car in the street, and waited.

"Fuck" Teagan breathed.

He was waiting for them. And there was no way she could alert them without this guy knowing. Still, she had to try. She slipped out of the van, not bothering to close the door, and waited until this mysterious stranger had his head bowed to light his cigar to run across to the house and dive into the bushes out front. Just as she hid herself, the front door opened and Rocco stepped out, closely followed by the boys. "Roc!" she hissed from the bushes, but he didn't hear her. "FUCK!" she cursed again, jumping out of the bushes and in front of Rocco, drawing her gun, as the man in front of them did the same, throwing open his coat to reveal a bulletproof vest and six guns strapped to his body, two of which he had already drawn. Rocco dropped to his knees, pulling out his own gun as Connor and Murphy drew theirs either side of Teagan. Shots rang out from both sides, and bullets pinged off of nearby cars, and the house behind the Saints, although none of them making contact with the desired targets.

Until Teagan felt a blinding pain rocket through her thigh. And her side. She let out a cry of pain, but held her ground, when suddenly a third bullet tore through her right arm, causing her to drop her gun and fall back into the bushes.

"TEAGAN!" roared Murphy as she lay on the ground, her vision hazy and the pain indescribable. Rocco was the next to go down, as the old man shot the Italian's finger off. Teagan pulled herself up, and grabbed hold of her gun, somehow pulling herself up to her knees and continuing to fire until her gun clicked empty. Murphy tumbled into the bushes behind her, a bullet having just torn through his arm.

"Murph! Are ya alright?!" roared Connor, still standing his ground after taking a bullet to the leg, and managing to shoot the old man in the arm, causing him to retreat.

"Motherfucker!" Murph bellowed, getting to his knees and firing his gun at the retreating man.

"Fuck! Roc! Get the fuckin' bag!" Connor bellowed, as they all scrambled around. He threw a can of ammonia to Teagan as she got to her feet "Get the blood!"

"What de fuck was dat?!" yelled Murphy, as he frantically sprayed ammonia over the blood splatters on the house.

"Get the blood!" Connor screamed again, and Teagan did as she was told, saying nothing.

"He shot my fuckin' finger off!" Rocco yelled

"We gotta get de fuck outta here!" Teagan yelled, picking up the bag, and all four of them sprinted towards the van once all the blood had been sprayed. Even though she was feeling weak, and nauseous from the bullet wounds, Teagan drove them back to the hotel as fast as she could. They burst into the small room and went through to the kitchen. Teagan immediately found the iron and began to heat it up, her stomach bubbling at the thought of what they had to do next. They had to cauterize their wounds. Rocco bent over the sink, rinsing the blood from his hands.

"Who de the fuck was he Roc? And I know ye fuckin' know so don't even start!" demanded Connor

"Fuck you! I told ya I never saw him before!" Rocco screamed back

"Well he sure as fuck knew you!" Murphy yelled, hitting Rocco's back.

"Fuck you! Fuck you both!" the Italian yelled right back.

"Rocco!" Teagan shouted "All of ye! Stop it!"

"Don't even get us started Teagan! We told ye to fuckin' wait in de van! What de fuck were ye playin' at?!" Murphy turned to the young woman.

"Fuck you! I tried to warn ye! And I took three bullets in de process!" she roared, finally getting angry. "Now all of ye shut de fuck up so we can fuckin' sort ourselves out!"

The three men blinked at her, none of them aware that she had been shot. She peeled off her coat to reveal her bloodstained white tshirt, and the bullet wound in her thigh. "Rocco, hold Murphy down" she instructed, finding a dishcloth in one of the drawers "Hold this in his mouth." She went to grab the iron from the stove, but Connor pushed her hand aside.

"I'll do it, lass, he's less likely to throw me off of him" he said softly, and Teagan nodded, walking over and pinning down Murphy's other, uninjured arm. The darker twin, who was now pinned to the table by Rocco, biting on the dishcloth, looked at her, genuine fear in his eyes, and moved his arm out from under hers to grab her hand as his brother brought the iron close to his skin. The hot metal made contact with a sickening sizzle and Murphy bucked and writhed under Rocco, almost breaking Teagan's hand as he roared in agony. She stroked his head in an attempt to soothe him as Connor removed the iron and dressed the wound. Murph's body was shaking and sweaty.

Connor held Rocco's body down, and Teagan held his arm down as Murphy cauterized his hand. The Italian thrashed and screamed and Teagan felt sick as the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Murphy removed the iron and Teagan dressed the wound quickly. Then, Connor sat on the table top, Murph behind him, as Rocco brought the iron down on the fairer twins' leg. Connor's hand reached up and behind him, twisting in his brother's hair and the other found Teagan's hand, squeezing it like his brother had. Once the boys were done, they turned to Teagan. She swallowed, and nodded, pulling off her shirt so they could see the wound in her side, as well as the ones on her leg and arm. She sat on top of the table, bracing herself.

"Conn, you do it…I cant" Murphy mumbled, and to her surprise, he sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her still. Her head buried into the crook of his neck as she bit on the dishcloth. Rocco held her legs down and Connor brought the iron closer to her. "It's okay, baby, I've got ye" Murphy whispered quietly.

"I'm sorry, lass" Connor mumbled, before pressing down.