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- Chapter Twelve -

"You know what this means right?" he asked.

I slowly nodded. I was gonna get my wife back no matter the cost.

Da nodded at me then left the room. Conn and I looked at each other confused. I shrugged my shoulders and laid back down, but I couldn't sleep. I had too much on my mind.

What if Elliot really is dead, no matter what she had told me?

Had I failed my wife and unborn children?

I groaned in frustration, anger, and confusion. I sat up and looked around the living room. There was no way I was gonna be able to get back to sleep. I looked over to the other couch and saw that Connor was sleeping peacefully. Best not to wake him.

I grabbed my coat from where I had left it and put it on. I quietly walked across the room and to the door. I cast one last backward glance to Conn before stepping out of the room.

I walked outside into the brisk air. I sat on the curb in front of the house and pulled out a smoke. I quickly lit and l took in a large amount of smoke.

"Ya' shouldn't be out here right now," I heard from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Da standing over me.

"Couldn't sleep," I told him as I took another drag on my cigarette.

"I thought as much," Da said sitting down next to me. "I can tell you love her more than the Earth and Moon," he told me after a minute of silence.

I looked over at my father and asked, "What if she's gone? What if I couldn't save her in time?"

"Murphy, let me tell you something. When you love a woman, you will do anything to protect her," he told me. I gave him a confused look. "Let me tell you the poem I would recite to your Ma everyday. Tá smaointe a chara i mo intinn, Agus soars m'anam enchanted, Mar a chuala mé an Lark milis chanadh, I aer soiléir ar an lá. I gcás go bhfuil tairiscint beaming aoibh gháire, Do mo dóchas a bheith deonaithe, Agus amárach beidh sí ag éisteacht, go mbeadh gach mo chroí Fond rá. Beidh mé ag insint di go léir mo ghrá, Gach mo anam adoration, Agus sílim go mbeidh sí ag éisteacht, Agus ní bheidh a rá liom nay. Is é seo go dtugann m'anam, Gach elation a joyous, Mar gcluinfinn an fhuiseog milis chanadh, I aer soiléir ar an lá. (Dear thoughts are in my mind, And my soul soars enchanted, As I hear the sweet lark sing, In the clear air of the day. For a tender beaming smile, To my hope has been granted, And tomorrow she shall hear, All my fond heart would say. I shall tell her all my love, All my soul's adoration, And I think she will hear, And will not say me nay. It is this that gives my soul, All its joyous elation, As I hear the sweet lark sing, In the clear air of the day. GAELIC)

I was entranced by Da as he spoke. I could almost see him and Ma sitting together as he would tell her this. But I knew that there was something that I was missing.

"Why did ya' tell me this Da?" I asked once he had finished.

"Well son, think about the meanin' of ta' words," he told me before standing.

I sat there silently for a moment. I went to ask him another question but he was gone, back inside most likely. Then I got it. It was to give me hope that I would see my wife again, and I would be.

I got up from my spot on the curb and snubbed out my cigarette. I went back inside to see Conn and Da sitting at the kitchen table. I took my coat off and threw it in the living room before I sat down across from my twin.

"I'm so sorry, boys. This was all my fault," Da told us. I looked up at him confused. "There's a few things your Da needs to tell ya'."

"I was an immigrant to the U.S. in 1958. I was sixteen. I came to New York where my father, Jacob MacManus, was a cobbler. Had a little shop and I was to learn the family business. Mafia was everywhere in those days. Simple extortion, protection money. But your grandfather was proud. I just...watched. I buried my father, then I buried the men who killed him. Louie, my best friend, helped me…It started out slowly. Just the ones who were a threat to us. Then one day. Then it began. I would execute, over and over again, those who had taken my father from me. So it went for years. Louie would do all the planning and I would do the other."

"Jesus," I whispered rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"How'd ya end up inside, Da?" Connor asked.

"Back in '75, I did a piece, when I come out and the police were waitin' for me," Da explained. "He set me up, 25 to life."

I met Conn's eyes and I asked the question we were both thinking, "Why did he set you up?"

"Can't wait ta ask him," was Da's only reply.

"Why didn't ya flip on him Da?" Conn asked.

"The guy fucked ya," I agreed.

"He'd learned of the birth of my sons," Da told us.

I looked at Conn again. "Do ya' know Louie's full name Da, we could send it over to Eunice, see if she can get anything on him," my twin told our father.

Da nodded and Conn went to go grab the phone.

That's when I knew that I was getting my wife back once and for all.

- Elliot's POV -

I waited and waited. I only felt the small movement once or twice more but I never knew what it was. It felt like small little kicks but I wasn't pregnant so that wasn't right. It had been hours since I had seen Riley, but I heard nothing of him.

I wouldn't have been surprised if he didn't come back for me. No one usually does. Not my parents, not my friends, no one. I was utterly and totally alone.

That's when I heard the gun shots. There were only two and then there was silence.

"Why'd you shoot the boy?!" I heard a man exclaim from right outside my door.

"He was helping her!" a second man yelled back.

That's when I knew. Riley was dead because he had been helping me. The one hope I had left in this fucked up hellhole was gone.

I didn't believe in the lord anymore, or at least I didn't think I did, but I sent a quick prayer for Riley up to God.

"Bone Deus, obsecro Comoediae in caelum. XVI is, pueros magnopere mori. Omnes me facere temptat. Placere Deo, si quis mihi hoc feceris misericordiam cum omnibus. Et adiuva me effugiet. Amen," (Dear God, please let Riley into Heaven. He was only 16, much to young to die. All he was trying to do was help me. Please God, if you have any mercy at all you'll do this for me. And help me escape. Amen. LATIN) I thought seeing as I couldn't speak.

Then a man came into my room. He was older and walked with a small limp.

"The Saints will be here soon. Once they find you, we'll no longer be in need of your service," the man told me in a thick Italian accent.

I had no idea what he was talking about. I didn't know any saints. But I knew that whoever they were better stay the fuck away otherwise I'm dead.

AN: I kinda hate myself for killing Riley, not gonna lie. And I feel like I didn't do his death justice. And the boys are hopefully gonna find Elliot soon yay!

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