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FanFicGirl10: Alright so I have a few things to say. One, Murphy didn't just sit around and drink and laugh. He knew that he had he couldn't just go rushing into things otherwise he would get himself killed. Two, Murph wasn't really enjoying just sitting there. He's one of those kinds of people who put on a brave face but on the inside are racked with guilt and pain. Three, Again I have no idea what's gonna happen between Elliot and Murph once he finds her. Plus I wouldn't tell you anyways unless it was actually in a chapter.
hayleyjune13: Haha! I know right! I kinda hate Duffy for telling Murphy.
- Chapter Ten -
- Murphy's POV -
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. He was right. I had to stop and think. But I didn't miss the look that the two detectives shared. "What?" I asked them.
"Elliot didn't tell you?" Green Beans asked.
"Tell me what?" I replied.
They shared another look and I looked to my twin. That's when Duffy spoke up. "She's having twins."
"What?" I yelled.
"Elliot is having twins," Connor said, his voice soft despite the winds outside the building.
I sunk to my knees. Elliot was gonna have twins. I couldn't believe it. I was happy that I was going to be a Da but I didn't want to bring children into a world where I could never see them. This had to end, and soon. I couldn't be Saint and Da at the same time. I knew that I had chose.
That's when the lift stopped moving. I grabbed the railing next to me to keep from falling out. I stood and glared at Greenly as Connor yelled, "What the fuck did you do?"
"I don't know! It just stopped!" he told us.
"Well get it fuckin' goin' again!" I yelled at him. We had no time to waste.
"It won't turn back on! It just died!" he yelled back.
"Shit!" Connor and yelled at the same time as we looked over the side of the lift. We still had quite a few floors to go.
"Fuck!" I screamed.
"Oh come on you piece of shit!" I heard Green Beans yell.
Conn moved away from the edge and asked, "How much time? How much fucking time?!"
"Sixty Seconds," Duffy replied after quickly looking at his watch.
I ran a hand through my hair and said, "We gotta go now! Right now!"
"What are you talking about!?" Greenly asked.
"If we're even a few seconds late, Romeo's dead!" Connor told him as he looked up at the building. "Alright. We got about thirteen floors."
But I cut him off, "Eleven, we'll ball park it!"
"That's about 15 per floor, eleven…165!" he called. I knew that he was a math whiz so I didn't doubt him. "Count it out be fives! Five! Ten!"
We threaded the rope through our hands ignoring Green Beans call of, "This is retarded!"
"Fifteen!" Connor called and we did another section.
"The fucking Eiger Sanction!" I yelled at him.
"Twenty!" he called out before saying "Shut it and fucking concentrate! Twenty Five!"
We eventually got the amount we need and we hooked our gear up. "You guys can't do this! Are you fucking crazy?" Green Beans asked.
"Time?!" I called as I pulled my knife out. I saw Conn do the same thing from the corner of my eye.
"Jesus Christ! Seven seconds!" Duffy called. I looked at Connor and he nodded as Duffy started the countdown. "Six, five, four, three, two, one!"
We jumped. We sailed through the air and I tried to focus but all I could think about was how much Elliot would have loved doing this with us. As we neared the window I cut my rope. I pulled out my gun and shot once. I saw Conn do the same thing from the corner of my eye. We crashed into the window feet first then went to our knees. We slid on the floor along a table and shot everyone in the room as glass broke and fell around us. At one point Romeo burst into the room and helped us.
Once everyone was dead besides Yakavetta we grabbed him and put him on his knees. Connor and I pulled out our rosaries and put our guns to his head, but it didn't feel right without Elliot in between us.
"Where is Elliot?" I asked him.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" he told me.
"Bullshit!" I yelled kicking him in the back. He fell forwards and I grabbed the back of his shirt to keep him upright. "Where the hell is my wife?!"
"I don't know! The Old Man was the one who took her! I don't know where he put her!" Yakavetta cried.
I looked over to Connor who only raised his eyebrows at me. I knew that we weren't going to get anymore information out of this motherfucker. I nodded to my twin and we launched into our family prayer.
"And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So, we shall flow a river forth to Thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomine Patris, e Filii, e Spiritus Sancti."
We shot and he fell forward, dead.
"Ding dong, motherfucker, diiiing dong!" we heard Romeo shout then.
"Fucking a," I told him.
"You said it," Connor said.
We then went around the room and crossed arms and put pennies in eyes. After that we made our escape and headed back to the bar.
As soon as we got inside I headed for the phone. I dialed the number I had memorized yesterday.
"Hello?" Eunice asked as she answered.
"It's done. I know who took Elliot."
"Alright. I'll talk to you later. I have a feeling that a shit storm is coming." And with that she hung up the phone. I hung up my end as well and that's when it hit me.
Today was my five year anniversary and my wife was fucking kidnapped by some motherfucker called 'The Old Man'.
- Eunice's POV -
"On a sultry Saturday in September the Saints saved seventeen souls, try saying that five times fast," I said to myself as I walked in from the Prudential balcony and into the crime scene.
"Come on. There's nothing to be afraid of. It's all over," I heard David say to the man who was still inside the panic room. "Fucking pussy He won't come out," he announced to us.
"Special Agent Bloom! You are hereby relieved of all obligation to this investigation. As of now, you will all report to me, Special Agent John Kuntsler," A man who I very much did not want to see said as he walked into the room. By the looks on Duffy, Dolly, and David's faces, they didn't want to see him either. "So, how ya doin', Bloomy?" he asked walking up to me.
"Just fine, Cunty," I told him with a smile. I always loved seeing the look on his face whenever I called him that.
"You are suspended," he told me.
I was completely unfazed. "Fine, but I'm gonna take a crack at it first," I told him. I of course knew exactly what happened, but I never passed up a chance to embarrass my old partner. "They gained entrance through one of the service elevators."
I launched into the tale of how they ended up on the lift outside the building and how they came crashing through the window.
"One thing has always amazed me. How quiet it gets. You ever noticed that? It's hard to imagine that just a few hours ago, it was the God damn O.K. coral in here," I told the seven men following me to the window.
I continued to talk and tell what happened. I told them of how they busted in and shot the place up, about how the man inside the panic room pushed the mob boss out of the way to get inside.
"And that, gentlemen is the sound of the fat lady singin'," I told them as I finished.
"Should we clap or something?" I heard David ask and I smiled.
"Shut up," Duffy told him.
That's when I felt a pair of arms go around me and I was lifted from the floor. I was brought into the panic room as I heard people calling out, "Hey! Hey! Hey!"
As soon as whoever was holding me put me down I spun, grabbed his arm, and bent him over a nearby stool.
"Fuck! Fuck! Come on!" he called and I tightened my hold. "Fuck! Look, I was listening to you out there and that's, like, exactly what happened. That's what made me think you were the person to talk to."
I let go of the man and he stood, rubbing his shoulder. "So Yakavetta had a partner?" I asked him.
The man sat down before saying, "Everyone gave Concezio props for building the family back up. Oh he's such a genius, what bullshit. It was the Old Man all along."
"Old Man?" I asked confused.
"Yea, that's what he's called," the man in front of me explained. "For the last three years, every play we made came straight from him. Teaming up with the Chinese, keeping the feud going between the southie and the North End. Everything. Concezio worshipped the Old Man like some kind of fucking mafia oracle. I have no idea what his real name is though, Concezio always called him the 'Old Man'.
"Think. Did he ever a surname or a nickname or something?" I asked him.
"One time," the man sighed out.
"What was it?" I asked eager to hear the name.
"He called him the Roman."
I paused. "Do you know where Elliot MacManus is?"
"No. But Concezio mentioned her before. When he was talking to the Old Man. He said something about keeping her and the Saints would come."
"Fuck," I whispered. "Alright. That's all I'm gonna ask of you. You're gonna get taken into custody seeing as I'm off this investigation. Now let me out of this god damn box."
The man complied and opened the door. I walked from the room, grabbed my coat, motioned for my detectives to follow me, and left the room without a word to anyone. Once on the street below the detectives gathered around me.
"He talked about some man named The Roman. That's who kidnapped Elliot," I told them.
Duffy was the first to respond. "That's just weird. The Roman? What do you think it means?" he asked.
"Feels like our ghost ta me," I replied shrugging my shoulders.
"Well what's the plan," Dolly asked. "I mean, the brothers ain't goin' nowhere until we get Panza or they do."
"Plus let's not forget about Elliot. We know she's Murphy's whole world. They ain't going anywhere until she's back safe in their arms," David said.
"You know what David, I think that's by far the smartest thing you've said the entire time I've known you," I told him. He blushed and I smiled. David was fun to tease, but he wasn't my type. There was an Irishman who was certainly my type though. "Alright boys, let's disperse for the night. I got some homework to do. David, why don't you go check in on the boys at Doc's. I'm sure Murphy is going fucking insane right now."
"Alright, we'll see you tomorrow," Duffy said as I walked back to my car.
"I can guarantee it," I told the detectives over my shoulder.
"I have a bad feeling about this," I heard Dolly say as I got into my car. I only smiled and drove off.
- Murphy's POV -
Connor and I sat at the bar cleaning our guns. Doc was sitting across from us cleaning some silverware. The bar was eerily quiet and I hated it. WE had just told Doc that Elliot had been kidnapped.
That's when the door burst open and Green Beans walked in. "Sack-o-matic, I said!" he called as he grabbed his crotch.
A gun went off then. Conn and I dove behind the bar as Greenly fell to the floor. I did a quick prayer that he would be alright.
The bottles above us shattered as more rounds were fired.
"One in the hole," Conn told me as I loaded the gun I was holding. He loaded his pistol from the hit early today. "Fuck you!" Conn yelled. He then nodded at me and I waited. "One, two, three!"
We stood and aimed. "Boys! Boys!" Doc called, his voice showing just how scared he was. I hated the man who was now holding my uncle-in-law hostage.
"Put them down! Throw them over!" he told us. I looked Conn, but didn't lower my weapon. "I'll kill the old man, throw them over!"I saw the knife glint in his hand and Conn touched my shoulder. I threw my gun over the bar. "Oh, we're gonna have some fun. Which one first? Which one you love more? This one?"
That's when another round was fired through the door. It hit Panza in the arm and he dropped his gun. I looked to where the shot was from and that's when I saw Da walk in.
I knew that we were safe for now and I jumped over the bar, Conn close behind me. "Doc! Call the fucking ambulance right now!" my twin yelled as we kneeled next to Greenly.
I heard a whisper from Panza then, "You."
"Where is the Old Man?" Da asked him. How the hell did he know about the Old Man?
"Never," Panza replied.
I looked from Da back to the dying man in front of me. "Just hold on man," I told the detective.
"Helps on the way! Hang in there!" Conn yelled at him.
"Naw, boys, it's over," he told us and I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "It's okay, proudest day of my life," he told us. He took one last choked breath before closing his eyes and I knew that he was gone.
I couldn't get believe it. Then I realized, what if this happened to Elliot? I couldn't get the image of her from eight years ago out of my head, when she was bleeding and I was helpless, just like I was right now. I was barely able to save her then, but what if she was shot again? I wasn't sure I would be able to save her, but I was damned if I let her go.
I felt more tears run down my face and then I heard Conn yell, "Da!"
"Easy, boys," came the reply from our father.
I heard the sound of a gun cocking and then the tell tale sign of an empty chamber.
"Jesus Christ!" my twin yelled as we both grabbed guns. "I'm gonna blow this mother fucker's brains out, right now!" He aimed at Panza's head.
"Connor!" Da yelled in a ton of voice that I had never heard him use before. "Son, daddy's workin'."
"The fuck you talking about?" Conn asked him.
Da jerked his head at us and I knew what he wanted from us. He cocked his own revolver and asked, "Where is he? And the girl?"
"No matter how this turns out, you fucking die today," Conn told him.
"Believe it motherfucker," I told him. I then put my hand on Connor's back and we moved away from him, but our guns stayed pointed at him.
"Where is the Old Man and the girl you took?" Da asked.
"No!" was Panza's reply. Da clicked his gun and the sound of another empty chamber bounced around the room.
Both Conn and I dropped to our knees then. I started to pray in Latin while Conn prayed in English, although I could hear common Latin phrases coming from him every once in a while.
"Fammi famoso," (Make me famous. ITIALIAN)I heard Panza say. "Fammi famoso." His gun clicked again, an empty chamber.
Conn and I looked up then, knowing it was our father's turn to shoot. But nither of us stopped praying. "Where?" Da asked. "Where are they?!"
"Vaffanculo!" (Fuck you! ITIALAN) came the reply. Da pulled the trigger and Panza fell dead.
I let out a sigh of relief and rocked on my knees. I was already fucking worried sick about Elliot, I didn't my father gone as well. We had lost too many people. Rocco, Smecker, now Greenly, and Elliot was missing. Da didn't need to be added to that list.
"Da, how did you know about Elliot?" Conn asked, gaining the ability to speak before I did.
"A man has his ways son," was the only reply we could get from him.
"Fuck this, I'm going to bed," I said heading for the staircase.
I walked into our bedroom and sat on the bed. I put my head in my hands and started to cry again. "Elliot, where are you?" I whispered to myself looking up into her mirror. I glanced over at her bedside table and saw a picture of us on our wedding day there. "Happy five years love," I told the picture as I grabbed it. I craddled it against my chest as I curled into a ball, hoping to finally get some sleep.
- Elliot's POV -
Every day new men would come into my room and take advantage of me. I got used to it when the tenth man shoved into me. I had stopped crying. I had stopped saying anything. I had stopped trying to fight back. I had stopped trying to live. I knew that I wasn't going to get escape and I knew that no one was coming for me. Why would anyone anyways? I was just another hooker on the street with no money and no life.
That's when a fifteenth man came into the room. I knew that he was 15 because I had counted. Every man had been different and this one was no exception.
I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to come, but there wasn't any. I opened my eyes and looked at the man, but he wasn't a man. He looked no older than 16. I gave him a confused look.
"I don't want to take advantage of you. I was told to in order to move up the ladder," the boy told me. That's when he came over and untied the rope keeping me to the bed. I sat up and undid the gag myself.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Riley," he told me. That's when he pulled out a bottle of water from his pocket. "I'm sorry that I couldn't bring you any food. My pockets weren't big enough."
"It's okay," I told him as I grabbed the water. I chugged about half of it down before I spoke again. "How old are you?"
"16," Riley told me.
I gave him a once over. "That's pretty young to be in the mob."
"I know, but I didn't have a choice. The Saints killed my father and I wanted to continue his name. Right now I'm just a package boy but I'm hoping to become Don one day."
"That's a pretty big life dream," I told him. "Don't you have a Ma?" I asked.
"No," he replied his voice going cold.
I laid a hand on his arm and said, "I know what it's like to be an orphan. I lost both my parents as well." He looked at me with glassy eyes and let out a small smile. I knew it was time to change the subject then. "Are you Italian? You don't sound like it."
Riley let out a small laugh. "I'm Irish actually."
"How did you end up working for the Italian mob then?" I asked.
"Um, I'd rather not share," he said. I could accept that. I took another sip of water and I saw that his eyes flashed to my hand. "You're married?" he asked.
"I don't think so," I told him. "At least not that I can remember."
"They hit you over the head when they took you didn't they?" Riley asked. I nodded at him and he continued, "You probably got amnesia. It's been two days since you've been taken. What day is it?"
"March 5th," I told him.
He shook his head. "You got the right month, but its March 15th today."
"How do you know so much about head injuries?" I asked.
Riley blushed and said, "I used to play sports before I got into this. I had quite a few concussions and I even had amnesia once, but it wasn't bad. I would just forget simple things like what I had to do for home work and stuff. I got my mind back eventually though. But I think that in your case, since you lost your memories, it might take something to get them back, like a photo or something."
That's when there was a knock on the door. "Hey kid, you almost done?" a voice called.
"Almost!" Riley yelled back. "I have to go now, but I'll be back soon. Don't give up. You'll get you memories back soon. I have to tie you back up now but I promise that I'll be back." I nodded at him as I put the gag back in my mouth. I laid back down and the boy tied me back to the bed. "Keep holding on."
I nodded and he left the room. I couldn't wait until I got to see him again. At least I had something to look forward to.
I stared out my window for a while until numbers 16 and 17 walked in. I looked at them and then closed my eyes, waiting for them to start. I was used to two men using me at the same time. Hell up to four had used me at the same time before.
But like Riley, they didn't. I opened my eyes and looked at them. They were talking in hushed tones, but I could still hear them.
"They hit the Pru only a few hours ago. Yakavetta is dead. We have to take her to the Old Man," 16 said.
"But then we can't have any more fun with her," 17 replied.
16 shook his head and said, "The Old Man is looking for body guards. Turns out the one man he wanted to bring back is here."
17 smiled and glanced at me. "Looks like we still get to have some fun after all," he told me as he approached me.
"We can't bring her fucking naked!" 16 hissed out.
"Fuck, alright, well she's got a bra on and her jeans are over there," 17 said looking me and the room over. "And give me your jacket. It will help hide her at least a little."
16 grumble something but took off his jacket anyways. 17 grabbed my jeans from the corner of the room and then came and untied me. I sat up and undid my own gag once again.
"Listen here bitch. You're gonna put these clothes on and then go with us real nice and easy," 17 told me as he handed me the clothes. I looked up at him, silently asking him a question. "If you don't well, let's just say that MacManus won't be too happy."
I silently put the clothes on and then it hit me. The name, MacManus. I knew that name, but I didn't know why.
Once I was done I followed the men from the room, never saying anything. I kept my hands buried in the jacket pockets and my eyes down. That's when I felt my hand curl around something. It was hard and felt like wood. When 16 and 17 weren't looking a grabbed it out and looked at it.
It was an almost white rosary. I had no idea whose it was but something compelled me to take it. I shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans hoping that no one saw.
Once we got to an old looking house with an old looking green house I was shoved into another room. 16 and 17 shoved me onto the bed and tied me up once again, then left but I figured that they would be back soon.
I quickly prayed that Riley would come back. He was the one thing that I was holding onto anymore. I closed my eyes then and waited, eventually falling asleep.
AN: Well everyone basically knows who took Elliot, Elliot still doesn't remember anything, and Riley is my favorite character right now because he's the only one who is still nice in a fucked up world.
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