AN: As promised, I updated sooner than last time! Yay! Anywho this chapter does have rape and does get a little bit graphic (NOTHING WORSE THAN WHAT HAS BEEN IN THE MOVIES) so if you don't like reading that kind of thing then skip over the Elliot parts.
So please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please don't kill me at the end of this chapter. *Runs with her arms over her head away from the bullets and knives and other deadly weapons that are sure to be flying at her after you finish this chapter*
So anywho enjoy and remeber to review at the bottom!
And I just have to say wow. I think that yesterday I got the most reviews for a chapter by far! Thank you guys so much! I love you all so much for reviewing and keeping me going with this story! The reviews you guys give me after a chapter like that are super fun to read!
jalenvictoriaxo: I do that to you to keep you coming back for more! If I just ended it with a boring part it would be no fun to read! I love messing with people's emotions because I'm an evil author like that. MUWHAHAHAHA!
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Ragdoll88: I do try! But it has been my pleasure writing this story. It has become like a drug to me and I can't get enough of writing it! I also wanted to stick to the movies as closely as I could seeing as that is where I get my inspriation from, but of course with having Elliot added in there I couldn't keep everything the same. But I'm glad that you like what I've done with it!
FanFicGirl10: I know! Don't worry, Murphy is gonna get super protective of her after this chapter and you'll see why. Actually both Murphy and Connor are gonna get protective of her, but of course Murphy more than Connor. And I wouldn't say that they save her soon, but they will save her I promise. It just might not be when and how you would like it to be.
Sissymac: I do love cliffhangers! And trust me, I know how they make you feel. When I write I feel like I'm reading it at the same time. After I finish a chapter with a huge cliffhanger all I want to do is write more so that I can find out what happens next, hence why this chapter is coming to you guys so soon. And of course I am going to continue with this story. I kinda want to know what would happen if I never finished it now.
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- Chapter Eight –
As I walked through the streets of Boston I shivered. I hadn't changed from the lace cut out shirt and boots and I suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable. I glanced around me and wrapped my arms around my chest trying to stay warm with the chill in the air.
Suddenly a hand was over my mouth and around my torso. I started to scream into the hand and squirm around. That's when something crashed over my head. I slumped in my captor's arms and blacked out.
When I woke up I had no idea where I was. I was strapped to a bed in an all white room. I thrashed against the ropes binding me to the bed. I tried to scream but a cloth gag had been shoved into my mouth.
I guessed that I had time so I decided to go over everything that I did know, seeing as I had no idea where I was or who I was here with.
My name is Elliot Parker. My parents were murdered two months ago while getting money from our bank. I moved to Boston in order to get away. I had been depressed and started cutting. I loved to sing and play guitar and piano. I could speak German, Latin, Spanish, French, and Italian. I had been living on the streets and selling my body in order to stay alive. I was going to visit my Uncle Doc tomorrow in order to get a job at his bar.
That's when the door opened. A man walked in that I had never seen before. "Well, glad to see you're up," the man said as he walked over to me. "Looks like I get to have some fun." I could tell that the man was of Italian decent from his accent and looks.
The man grabbed my shirt and pulled it up, leaving me completely exposed. I struggled against my bonds as he started to feel me up. Tears ran down my face and fell into my hair as the man grabbed the waistband of my pants.
'Pwese, no," I cried around the gag in my mouth. The man ignored me and pulled my jeans and underwear down.
Tears continued to run down my face as the man took advantage of me. Once he was done all he did was zip up his fly and left the room wordlessly.
I continued to cry not even bothering to try and stop the flow of tears. Through my hazy vision I could see all of my body. I had a few bruises and cuts here and there but nothing serious. I could also see that on the left side of my torso a bullet hole scar that was outlined by what looked like an iron. I could see an almost identical scar on my left thigh. I looked above me and saw that I had another scar like it on my right shoulder. But I couldn't ever remember getting shot.
I could also feel a band on my left hand ring finger, but I had no idea what it was from. I could also feel the weight of a locket resting against my chest. I wished that I could move my hands so that I could look at it. I wanted to know what was inside the locket. I had never had a locket before.
I didn't know who I was anymore.
- Murphy's POV -
We shoved George into the backroom of the restaurant. We had a clear view of the bar and we watched as person after person walk in. I looked down at the shit stain on the back of the bright pink fabric. All I wanted to do was shoot this guy. My train of thought was interrupted when he spoke.
"Just two more to go," he said. "Uh...You guys are gonna let me go, right?"
I looked at Connor and he nodded at me. "We'll just have to see, won't we," I said. I hoped to God that we got to kill this son of a bitch.
"Jesus Christ, this is some embarrassing shit," George said.
"Don't worry," Connor said as he looked at the shit stain. "We worked on a sheep farm, smelled way worse."
I took in a sniff and said, "Though that is right up there."
"Yo, spicaroo. More nachos and mas salsa, capisce?" We heard one man say to Romeo. I had to admit, I felt bad for the guy.
"Hey and I need a refill here, pepe?" Another man said.
"Hay muy, Hay muy," we heard Romeo respond.
That's when another guy walked in. "Whoa!" he said once he saw all the other men in the bar draw their guns. "Easy. Jesus."
- Eunice's POV -
I heard my cell phone ring as I was driving to go check up on Elliot. I quickly looked at the caller ID. Once I saw the name I smiled and flipped my phone open. "How do, David?" I answered.
"Hey," he answered. "Just dumped two text messages from George's cell. One was just two words. 'Silver Peso.' It's a Mexican joint down by the docks. He sent it to his enforcer, Jo Jo Rhama. Guess gangsters gotta eat too, huh?"
"I think I'll drop in on their supper, see if I can shake things up," I told him, a plan already forming in my mind.
"You need a body guard?" David asked.
"No thank you, Mike Tyson," I told him remembering his comment from earlier. "What did the other text say?"
"Get the girl. It was sent out a few hours before the Sliver Peso one. I have no idea what it could mean," he told me.
I nearly slammed on the brakes as I heard what he was saying. I quickly pulled into a nearby parking lot. "They took Elliot," I said.
"What?" David asked, obviously confused.
"This morning I went with Elliot to go question George. He knew about her and Murphy. She made a threat to him and I guess he must not have liked that. He had to have taken her," I explained thinking back to what had happened only this morning.
"Do you have any idea where they could be?" he asked me.
I sighed and said, "No. Let me get this Sliver Peso thing taken care of and I'll get back to you."
"Alright. Call me as soon as you can," he told me.
"I will. Talk to you soon," I told him.
"Bye," he said before hanging up the phone.
"Fuck!" I cried banging my head on my steering wheel. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have let her gone home, at least not alone. "How can I be so dumb?" I asked myself. Tears welled in my eyes as I thought about all of the awful things they would probably do to her. "Pull yourself together," I told myself the words that I had told my best friend not all that long ago. I blinked my tears away and pulled out of the parking lot. Things were going to get ugly.
- Murphy's POV -
I ripped off the piece of duct tape from the roll I was holding as Romeo stalked back into the kitchen. "These dagos are getting antsy man. I'm getting Spicaroo'd and Pepe'd," he told us.
"Calm the fuck down," my twin said pointing the paintbrush in his hand at the Mexican. "Stick it out. Waitin' on one more."
Romeo nodded and left the kitchen then. I ripped off another piece of duct tape and put it over the fat man on the cart in front of us.
"Murph, you okay?" Connor asked me suddenly.
"Fine," I replied as I ripped of another piece.
"Ya' don't seem fine to me," he told me. "Call in a twin's instinct, but I know something is wrong."
I looked at my twin. "It's Elliot alright," I finally sighed out.
"I know you're worried about her and everything, but this is for the best. I promise that after this, we'll head back to the bar and you can see her then, aye?"
"Aye," I sighed out. I was finally gonna be able to see my wife again, seeing as tomorrow was our anniversary.
Connor and I finished our work on the fat ass soon after that.
That's when we heard a new voice from the bar.
"Alright The gang's all here," Connor said.
Rome threw the pans he was holding into the sink and then held out his hand. "Alright, gimme my fucking bee bee gun."
Connor and I shared a look. "Naw Rome. You've earned your stripes," I told him throwing him one of Elliot's old guns. I could see the tears forming in his eyes as he checked the gun out. "Hey tighten it up," I told him with a look.
Romeo only nodded before going back out to the bar. Conn gave me a look but I only shook my head.
It wasn't long before we heard, "Where's Gorgeous?"
Together Connor and I sent out the cart with the fat ass tapped to it. We watched as it sailed across the floor and into the railing on the opposite side of us.
I smiled as we heard the conversation stop. We crawled into the small cupboards Romeo had showed us when we were planning. When we got through we hopped over the bar
"Is that George?" we heard one guy ask as they all pointed their guns at the motherfucker.
"'Erin go bragh?' What the fuck is that?" another asked. His pronunciation of the Gaelic was terrible.
Connor and I shared a look before I told the men standing around, "It's Irish for 'You're fucked'."
All of the men turned to look at us. I didn't even blink an eye as we shot every man. These people were keeping me from seeing my wife, and I was pissed. The sooner we took care of them the sooner I would get to see my lass.
"Viva La Mejico, bitches!" Romeo cried as he jumped over the bar and met us on the floor.
That's when the motherfucker strapped to the cart stood up. He ran his hands through his hair as he looked at his dead companions. He then looked to us and said, "I've seen the light! You guys have really turned me around on this! I'm like born again and shit! I swear!"
"What do ya think? Let him go?" Connor asked me. I wanted to shoot the motherfucker so bad, but he did help us.
But I had a better idea. "You know what I think we should do. We'll let God decide if you get a second chance," I said walking towards him. I pulled out a six-bullet revolver from my pocket and took out all the bullets besides one. I spun it so that I didn't know where the bullet was.
"Wh-what the fuck you doing?" he asked me. "What the fuck," he cried as I grabbed the leg of the cart. I turned him and put the gun to his head.
"Best be right with your Jesus boy," I told him. I pulled the trigger. The gun clicked. The chamber had been empty.
"Well!" I cried turning to face my brother and Romeo. "Praise baby Jesus!" I could hear the motherfucker clanging around behind me as I walked over to Conn and Rome. "Georgie?" I said not even looking at him.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"All good boys go to heaven," I told him loading my gun again.
"Now, that was, perhaps the finest example of spiritual guidance that I have ever had the good fortune ta witness," Connor told me as he made the sign of the cross over himself.
"It was wonderful wasn't it? Mysterious ways. Mysterious ways," I said with a smile.
"You know it's about time that you actually fucking smi," Connor started to say but was cut off by the sounds of guns going off.
I wasn't sure who shot first or from where but all I knew was that we had to hit the floor. By the time that I had grabbed my pistol and stood again one shooter had run off.
"Put it down! Put it down!" I heard Connor yell at the woman standing there.
"Put the god damn gun down right now!" I cried as I pointed my pistol and the six shooter at the woman. She seemed familiar to me, but I wasn't sure why.
"Easy fellas. I'm alone," she told us as she put her gun on the bar.
Romeo came running back to us then. "He's gone."
"Who the fuck are you?" Connor asked her.
"My name is Eunice Bloom and I'm your new guardian angel. A torch was passed to me by a few mutual friends," she told us.
"Mutual friends by the name of fucking who?" I asked her.
"Paul Maximilian fucking Smecker," Eunice told us. The name sounded familiar but I just couldn't remember why.
I looked at Connor and he nodded at me. We lowered our guns and I said, "We heard. He was a good man."
"Aye. You have our condolences," Connor said eyeing the woman up
"And you mine," she replied.
That's when it registered in my mind. "Who said that there was more than one person who passed you the torch. Who else do you know?" I asked.
"Elliot Genevieve Parker MacManus," she replied.
"You're the girl from the wedding," Connor said completely dropping his stance.
"Where is Elliot?" I asked waiting for my pregnant wife to pop up.
Before Eunice could say anything thought Romeo piped up. "Well I'm glad everybody, who the fuck was that guy?!"
"That, I suspect, was the shooter you boys have been looking for," she told us.
"Who the fuck is this brawd?! And what the fuck's going on, here?!" Romeo cried looking between me and Conn.
"Let's speed this up before your new sidekick's got to dig any deeper into his impressive vocabulary," she said looking at Romeo.
'Damn,' I thought. 'Lass has an attitude.'
"Oh, no you didn't," Romeo said, anger clear in his voice.
"Oh yes I did," she replied looking him over. "I am an FBI agent controlling this investigation from within, in order to ensure that you gentlemen never see the inside of a prison cell. I am conspiring to do this with three like minded individuals who have aided you in the past. Though I have yet to inform them of my agenda because, well, girl's gotta have her fun."
"Dolly, Duffy and Greenly?" I asked.
"The very same," she replied.
"How are the lads?" Connor asked leaning up against the bar, trying to look all cool and impressive.
"Two of them are scared," Eunice told us as she took of her coat. "One's just horny."
"Bet'cha I can tell ya' which one," I said as the detectives' faces flittered through my mind. But all I could really focus on was Elliot.
"Bet'cha can but let's save it for group. Right now, we have a big problem," she said looking around at the dead bodies.
"What's that dear?" Connor asked.
"This simply won't do," she said pointing to the ground where the bodies were. I gave Connor a look and he only shrugged in reply. "We need to move some things around."
"Wait, you never answered my question. Where is Elliot?" I asked again.
Eunice paused, thinking about what to say. "I can't tell you that right now. We got a job to do first."
- Elliot's POV -
I stared out the small window in the room I was trapped in. I had watched the night life around where ever we were come to life. I figured that it was around two in the morning when I heard the door open again. I looked at it and three men walked in, none were the man from earlier. All of them were armed and I started to thrash again. My wrist throbbed and I could feel the blood run down my arms as I broke skin.
"Awe, come on darlin' that ain't no way to act," one man said as he started to feel me up.
Another man grabbed his gun and shoved the barrel into me. "One wrong move and you could blow your own brains out," he told me. I immediately stopped moving and started to cry.
"Now don't cry," the third one said. "We're just gonna have some fun."
All three men undid their pants then. They used me like I had never been used before. I hurt and I could feel blood trickling down my thighs and onto the bed. One man had cut a thin line up my stomach to 'teach me a lesson' he said when I had started to squirm around again.
Why were these men doing this to me? What had I done wrong?
- Murphy's POV -
By the time we were doing moving bodies and creating a different crime scene I hadn't gotten the chance to talk to the one person who knew where my wife was. As we headed back to the bar I silently prayed that she was home.
As soon as Romeo stopped the car in front of McGinty's I was out of it. I ran inside and up the stairs. "Elliot!" I called looking around. "Elliot!" I walked back to her or our bedroom. "Elliot!" I screamed, the sound echoing around the empty room.
I dropped to my knees in defeat. Where was she?
"Murph, you okay?" Conn called from the hallway. There was a pause then I heard murmured voices. "Hey Murphy, I found something you might want to see."
That was weird. Connor almost never called me by my full name. I silently got up and walked from the bedroom. Once I got to the kitchen Rome silently handed me a picture.
It was of Elliot. She was tied to a bed and naked. A gag was in her mouth. I could see the scars from after her near death experience eight years ago. I could see the glint of her wedding ring and the locket that she still wore around her neck. I could also see blood running down her arms, on her stomach, and between her legs. I flipped the note over and read the Italian on the back. 'Erin Go Bragh' potrebbe significare tua moglie non sopravvive.' ('Erin go Bragh' might mean your wife doesn't survive. ITALIAN).
"Murph," Connor said, his voice sounding broken.
"Any motherfucker who touched her or had anything to do with this is fucking dead."
AN: And that's it for this chapter! Not as bad as a cliffhanger as last chapter but still a pretty good ending I think. Anywho, please review! I would love to know what is going through your mind now!
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