Chapter 3-Suits You Better

Amazing enough they made it out of the Hoag with no problem. As the three piled into an ordinary black sedan, a change of clothes waiting for them to relieve them of the jumpsuits. Connor took shotgun, "Geraldine, where are you taking us?" As she and Murphy piled in.

"Adrianne."

"Wha?"

"My real name is Adrianne McCaffery, the doctor name was an alias."

"Adrianne suits you much better lass," Murphy appraised making her smile.

"Tha still didn't answer my question."

"We need to get out of this part of the country as soon as possible, you are needed elsewhere, in the southwest."

"Why tha hell there?"

"Well just like the mafia here, we've had quite the problem with the Mexican cartels and drug lords." her hands tightening on the steering wheel as they headed on to the interstate that would take them out of Boston.

Not missing how tense she was Connor asked, "You have a personal stake in this?"

"Very personal." With a hand still on the wheel she pulled out a long chain, at the end hung two wedding bands.

She then pulled her right sleeve up exposing a tattoo of a small clover with the initials GJM and the dates 5~16~2004 to 10~22~2007.

"I'm so sorry lass," Murphy spoke quietly squeezing her shoulder slightly.

Connor ran his fingertips gently over the clover creating goose bumps all the way up her arm.

"My husband and son were taken hostage, I was an investigation specialist for ICE working on a lead to take down one of the largest and cruelest drug lords and someone leaked my information. They were tortured, videotaped and sent to my office within a few hours of them being taken. They were missing all of thirty-two hours and kept alive until I was allowed on the site in which I was to be a part of an exchange."

Her voice shook as she breathed deeply. Murphy squeezed her shoulder again as she continued.

"Neither side had no intention of exchanging, we both had our own agendas but as soon as I was in the room there was a firefight, all three of us were shot, and of course our agents took almost everyone out, except the four ringleaders who got away. My son, Grant died immediately my poor husband wasn't so fortunate. I had been shot in the throat, the bulled narrowly missed my jugular but my poor husband was shot in the stomach and was slowly dying."

The brothers felt a chill, the same way Rocco had passed, a painful torturous death. This was this woman's husband, they both felt a pang of pity for her.

"I swore from that day on I would find each and every mother fucker involved and kill them," her teeth gritted together, "I'm not the first person and wouldn't be the last if I don't do something about them. I don't want anyone else to suffer as I have so I am asking for the saint's help."

Endeared by her story Connor studied the woman, she didn't look to be past her mid-twenties, she was petite in height maybe all of 5'2". He knew like his brother that they felt the need to protect her but for him it was also a sexual attraction. Connor felt guilty for the it, she lost her husband and child. He pushed the thoughts fueled by his testosterone to the back of his mind.

"The saints would feel privileged to kill these greasy assholes for you." Murphy said with enthusiasm.

"With me." she stated.

"Ya's got to be kidding me?" Connor grunted out.

"Like fuck I'm staying behind!"

"Have ya noticed the pattern of what happens to anyone who gets close to us?"

Adrianne angrily turned into a gas station parking lot and turned to both brothers.

"I did not bring you two into this to do this job for me! You two have the skills I need to take this drug lord and everyone involved down. If you aren't willing to have me come with you then I will drop you two off here and finish this myself, I've already lost everything so I would rather die making a difference." Her face was serious; no bull shit that she would do this with or without them.

Conner and Murphy looked at each other, silently communicating that they knew they were pretty much in need of her direction to at least get there. Maybe they would be able to convince her otherwise once they reached their destination.

"Fine, lass, lets at least get there and then we can go from there." Connor stated, looking deep into her fierce gaze.

"Okay, we first need to get to Texas, we need to take shifts driving to get there as soon as possible I will drive for as long as I can, it should take us about thirty hours to get there." The brothers nodded and got comfortable. This was going to be a long ride.