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So Chapter 7 - Things got heavy. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review, thank you!

"That Kuntsler is a real asshat," Greenly said to Eunice and the boys. All of them laughed in agreement.

"You boys go on ahead, I'll take care of the asshat in there. See ya later," the woman from the FBI asked.

"Oh, yeah, you'll see me later."

"Dave, stop being an idiot," Duffy said with a laugh. "So, you'll go get the boys, I'll get Quinn and we'll meet back at McGinty's?"

"Sounds like a plan boys. Tell her she did good Duffy," Bloom said walking back into the suite with the FBI crawling over everything.

"I'll see you guys later, gotta girl to attend to," Duffy's voice positively giddy. It was over, Quinn and Rosie could come home and the normal happy life they had could continue. He drove to the out of the way motel, bolted up the stairs and saw the door. All the breath in his body left him. The twisted doorframe and splinters of wood everywhere. The door broken off it's hinges blocking most of the doorway. Grabbing his gun, the cop took over the husband, "Quinn," he called his back against the wall, no response was received. Brendan stepped carefully and quietly over the rubble and into the room. There wasn't much of a struggle and he saw blood on the floor. A note scribbled in Italian was on the bed. She was gone. The husband took the forefront again and he panicked. Had Yakavetta gotten to her before the boys took care of him. Sweat beaded down from his brow, his heart beating 90 miles an hour. If anything happened to Quinn he'd never forgive himself or them. His entire body shaking uncontrollably he collapsed on the bed. Head in his hands trying to regain control of his body. No idea how long he was at the hotel his phone buzzed, "Duffy," his voice a haunted shell of what it used to be. "Oh God, oh God, no." The detective willed himself up off the bed, back down the stairs and into his Crown Vic driving to McGinty's. The lights and sirens were a cacophony of noise in his head. Not able to process anything, his wife missing. Greenly, his daughter's God father, dead. Getting out to survey the scene, nothing made sense. Dolly was holding a shaking and crying Eunice who desperately grabbed for Greenly's motionless body as it was wheeled away.

"Bren," Dolly called, "Where's Quinn?"

Brendan snapped out of his trance, "She's missing, there was a struggle. Someone left this," he handed Dolly the note. Brendan missed the slack jawed reaction of Eunice and Dolly. He moved into the bar and saw the body of Panza being bagged by the coroner. This had gone too far, putting his family in jeopardy. He couldn't handle anymore and hit the sidewalk, for the first time since Rosie was born tears came to the strong man's eyes. Just lost, mind blank, this was quite possibly his worst nightmare come to life and now that Dave was gone it all seemed empty somehow. He was just gone like Quinn was.

"Brendan Duffy," a hard and cold voice called through the noise and broke into his head. Looking up but not getting up he saw John Kuntsler walking up to him triumphantly. His swagger wafting off him, the smile on his face was disgusting and smug. He towered over the detective sitting on the ground. His hands on his hips and that smug smile got wider. "I hear you're harboring a criminal. Where's your wife?"

"What the fuck do you want with Quinn," eyes hard and cold boring a hole into the FBI agent.

"She's under arrest, with…" before he could finish the accusation Brendan flew at him. Dolly saw what was about to happen and jumped to hold back Duffy.

"You come near my wife, I'll fuckin' kill you," the detective howled, trying to break away from Dolly. A few more uniforms came to help hold Duffy before he made a huge mistake.

"You touch a federal agent, detective and your wife won't be the only one going to prison," Kuntsler screamed as his own minions held him back.

"THAT'S ENOUGH," Eunice screamed, getting everyone's attention, "We have bigger and badder things to deal with," she was breathing hard and her face was red and puffy from crying. She made her way to Kuntsler, "Quinn's done nothing of the criminal sort, Kunty," the name seemed to cut the unpleasant man, "The ole divide and conquer. Well it's not gonna work with that little lady. She's married to a cop, she knows the ins and outs. Now don't you have a witness to frighten back in a holding cell somewhere," her smooth as glass voice got under his skin even more.

"Fine," he pulled out of his lackeys grasp, straightening his jacket. Walking up to Brendan eyeing him, "The minute that pretty little red head is out of your sight, I'm gonna be on her ass like I own it," he threatened and walked away.

Duffy glared at the man from the FBI as he walked away once out of sight he fell back to the concrete with a thud, "Fuck," he muttered. His phone rang again, "Duffy. Yeah hang on," he handed the phone to Eunice, "It's Connor."

"I'll get right on it," she said after a minute of silence. "There's something that Duffy needs to tell you," handing the cell phone back to Duffy.

"Hey, Quinn's gone," Duffy told him and the rage in Connor's voice could be heard all around as he asked by who, "I don't know. They left a note, it's in Italian…Yeah," he snapped his fingers at Dolly who handed him the note, "It says 'Questo deve finire.' what does it mean?"

Connor was shaking so badly that Murphy grabbed the phone, always the more level headed of the twins when Quinn was involved. The cozy kitchen was now filled with the three Irishman, Romeo and his uncle Cesar. "It means 'This needs to end,'" Murphy translated. "We'll get her back Brendan," the darker haired twin hung up. "Da, is it Louie?"

The MacManus patriarch nodded, "He's taken the red head," he moved to Connor placing strong hands on his shoulders, "We'll get her back son. Louie's right, this needs to end. Once Eunice gets the information we need we'll go after her."

"That's not fuckin' soon enough, he'll fuckin' kill her," Connor growled out, body still shaking with rage.

"He won't hurt her, it's me he wants."

"Conn, come on, let's go smoke," Murphy told his brother and they walked outside. The lighter haired twin slid down the stone wall taking a deep drag off his cigarette then placing his forehead in his hands. "She'll…" Murphy started but stopped, it's not what he needed or wanted to hear. Romeo joined them on the steps with a bottle of whiskey, lighting up as well.

Connor took the bottle from Rome taking a big gulp from it, "I promised to keep her safe," he said quietly, "It's the one promise I can never follow through on."