AN: Alright here it is the next chapter and it is a monster! The length just kinda ran away with me! But I kinda needed it to be that long because...we'll you'll see!
Oh and I lied (not really cuz I didn't know what was gonna happen) about two things. One is that there will be one more chapter after this and then the epilouge which is different than what I've said before. Two is that 'A Week to Live' hasn't been sent yet because I haven't gotten the chance to get to the post office but I'm hoping Friday it will get sent.
Anywho I hope despite the length that you like it and remember REVIEW!
hayleyjune13: I know that the last chapter was really sad but I think that this one is a lot better!
FanFicGirl10: I know! I just hate that that had to happen to Elliot. Everything just seems to go wrong with her and Murphy. But this chapter is definitly better so hopefully no tears this chapter! And I know Eunice and Connor are just so sweet together! I haven't really had a chance to work them getting together into this story until now and it kinda had to be bittersweet because Murphy's all high strung at that point. But anywho please enjoy!
Sissymac: Yay! Thank you for not being mad at me! and yes she did warn him but Murphy is forgetful! but thank you! Please enjoy this chapter as well!
So please enjoy and please please please review!
- Chapter Fourteen -
Elliot was covered in blood and bound to a bed. When I took a few steps forward she started to cry.
"Mon ange," I sighed grabbing out my knife and cutting her free of her restraints. "Oh God Elliot, I am so sorry," I told her as I took the gag out of her mouth. As soon as she was free Elliot moved to the corner of the bed. She had a wild look to her eyes.
"Who are you?"
I sat on the side of the bed and looked at Conn. "Aimsigh a éadaí," (Find her clothes GAELIC) I told my twin. He nodded at me and I looked back to Elliot.
"Are you the Saints?" she asked, her voice slightly shaking.
"Yes Elliot, we're the Saints," I told her. "And we're here to save you." I reached my hand out to her and looked her in the eye.
"But that man, the old man, he told me that if you guys came I would die," she told us.
I let out a low growl in the back of my throat. "No one is ever gonna hurt you again. I promise you that. But first you have to trust me."
Elliot glanced down at my still outstretched hand. She looked hesitant but her face slowly showed what she was really feeling. After a few moments she took my hand, met my eyes, and said, "I trust you."
I smiled at her and pulled her up so that she was standing. Connor came over then holding a basic black tee shirt and a pair of jeans. I grabbed them and handed them to my wife.
Elliot quickly put the clothes on over her blood covered body. She then reached into her pocket and pulled out her rosary. She slipped it over her head and my heart swelled with pride of how amazing my wife truly was.
"Murph we gotta go," Conn said taking a peak out into the hallway.
"You're name is Murphy?" Elliot asked me. I looked over at her and nodded. "I know that name. Do I know you?"
"Yes!" I cried. "Yes you do know my Elliot!" That's when I noticed the locket hanging right above her shirt collar. I slowly walked over to her and opened the locket. "Look."
Elliot took the locket from my hands and looked at it. Her hands trembled and tears slid down her cheeks. She reached into her back jean pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. She unfolded it and took one look at it. Then fainted.
"Elliot!" I screamed as I caught her. I laid her back on the bed as my twin came over to us. I sat hunched over her, protecting her.
"I think she's getting her memory back," he told me laying a hand on my back.
"How do you know?" I asked as I wiped a little bit of blood from Elliot's face. He didn't respond and I continued to try to clean Elliot's face, at least until I felt her stir.
"Murphy," she whispered slowly opening her eyes.
"I'm right here love," I told her grabbing her hand.
Elliot sat up and looked me dead in the eye. "I remember."
- Elliot's POV -
After the man left the room I was scared shitless. I pulled at my restraints and reopened my wrist and ankle wounds. I felt the blood trickle down my arms and I tried to scream.
The door opened then and a man walked in. He had a belt in his hand and I screamed once again.
"Don't worry sweet heart, it will only hurt a lot," he told me with a grotesque smile.
Tears poured down my face and the man brought the belt across my chest. I screamed but the gag stopped the sound.
The man hit me time after time. On my arms, chest, legs, stomach, and well aimed hit on my cheek. I prayed that if I was pregnant that the hits across my chest wouldn't affect the baby.
After about 20 hits the man stopped suddenly. He pulled a phone out of his pocket and answered it.
"Yeah, giving her a good belt right now," the man said. He paused and listened. "Here?" Another pause. "Yeah, alright." The man hung up the phone and looked at me. "I'll see ya' later beautiful." He gave me one last hit across the chest then left.
I laid on the bed, bleeding and crying. There was nothing that I could to save myself. I don't know how long it was until I heard a voice.
"Look Murph," a man said.
Then the door opened. Two men walked in. They had their guns out and black coats on. Both had burning blue eyes but one had light icy blue and the other had darker electric blue eyes. I knew why they were here.
The man with the darker eyes took a few steps towards me and I started to cry. I didn't want to die yet. There was still so much that I wanted to do.
"Mon ange," he sighed out pulling out a large knife. He walked over and started to cut me free. I wasn't sure why this man was calling me his angel or why he was freeing me. What I was sure of though, was that I had to get away from his gun, which he had thankfully put back into its holster. "Oh God Elliot, I am so sorry," he told me as he took the gag out of my mouth.
As soon as I was free I moved to the corner of the bed trying to put as much distance between me and the man as possible.
"Who are you?" I asked him.
The man sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his friend. He said something in a language I didn't know then looked at me. I studied him for a moment.
"Are you the Saints?" I asked.
"Yes Elliot, we're the Saints," he told me. "And we're here to save you." He slowly reached his hand towards me then looked at me.
I looked at his hand then back to his face. "But that man, the old man, he told me that if you guys came I would die," I told the Saints.
The man let out a low growl in his throat. "No one is ever gonna hurt you again. I promise you that. But first you have to trust me."
I briefly wondered if I had met these men before by the way the dark eyed one spoke to me. I stared at his hand not knowing what to do. Something in the back of my mind told me to trust him so I took his hand, met his eyes, and said, "I trust you."
The man smiled at me and pulled me off the bed so that I was standing. The lighter eyed man came over to us then. He had a black tee shirt and a pair of jeans in his hand. The dark eyed man took them then handed them to me.
I quickly put the clothes on and then reached into the pocket of the jeans. My hand wrapped around the rosary I had found earlier. Something told me to take it then so I figured I should probably put it on. I pulled it out and let it fall around my neck.
"Murph we gotta go," the light eyed man said as he peaked out into the hallway.
Murph must be short for Murph my mind told me. "You're name is Murphy?" I asked the dark eyed man. He looked over at me and nodded. "I know that name. Do I know you?"
"Yes! Yes you do know my Elliot!" He cried. I saw his eyes flash to the locket hanging around my neck. He slowly walked over to me and grabbed the locket. He opened it and said, "Look."
I took the locket from his hand and looked at the pictures.
The one on the left was of me and Murphy. I was wearing a white dress and my hair was done in a complex up-do. Murphy was wearing a tuxedo and had his arm around me. I saw the bands on our fingers and I knew that this had to be our wedding day.
The picture on the right was of me, Murphy, and the light eyed man. We all looked like we had a bit much to drink and I could see tiny green shamrocks in the background. In the picture I was giving Murphy's cheek a kiss and slapping the other man on the back of the head.
Slowly I figured out who I was. That's when I remembered the picture in my back pocket. I pulled out the folded paper and opened it. I looked down at the first picture of my twins.
Then I blacked out.
There was a flash of white.
"Oof," I said as I ran into someone. I was so involved in thinking about my past that I hadn't been watching where I was going. "Sorry," I said to the man who I hit. I looked at him. He was taller than me, with short dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"No problem lass," he told me with an easy smile. He had amazing white teeth. I also noticed that he had an Irish accent, which meant that he probably lived around her.
"Hey are you from around here?" I asked him.
"Aye lass," a second man said coming up next to the one that I bumped in to. He was taller than the first man, with short spiky blondish brownish hair and light blue eyes.
"Do you guys know of any cheap housing around here?" I asked them knowing that I had to find someplace to live besides the streets.
The two men looked at each other than pointed to a building behind them. "No manger, free rent all year round," the first one said.
I smiled at them. "Cool, thanks," I told them. I walked toward the building.
*FLASH*
"I am Ivan Checkov, and you will be closing now," the one in the middle said with a heavy Russian accent. I assumed he was the leader in this little group.
"Checkov?" Murphy asked standing. Everyone else seemed to stand then as well. "Well, this here's McCoy," he said patting Rocco's shoulder. "We find us a Spock; we've got us an away team."
I mentally slapped him. 'Not the right thing to say to a Russian thug Murph!' I thought. But everyone else in the bar laughed.
"I'm in no mood for discussion. You and you, you stay," Chekov said pointing to me and Uncle Doc. "The rest of you, go now," he said gesturing towards the door.
"Why don't you make like a tree and get the fuck outta here!" Uncle Doc called to them from behind the bar.
Connor and Murphy turned around and grabbed their beers. "You know he's got till the week's end, right? You don't have to be hard-asses, do ya?" Connor asked.
"It's St. Patty's Day. Everyone's Irish tonight," Murphy told them. "Why don't you just pull up a stool and have a drink with us?"
Chekov obviously didn't like this answer and smashed Connor's glass. "This is no game! If you won't go, we will make you go."
'Aw fuck' I thought. 'That is not what you want to tell a drunken Irishmen. Or eight of them and the owner's niece.
I saw Murphy and Connor look at each other and then at me. I knew exactly what they were thinking and it wasn't good.
"Listen, if you want to fight, you can see you're out numbered here. We're trying to be civil, so I suggest you take our offer," Connor said giving Chekov a glare.
"I make the offers," was Chekov's only reply.
That's when Rocco stepped up. 'Fuck' I thought. 'Please don't say anything stupid Roc'
"Hey, Boris. What would you do if I told you your pinko Commie mother sucks so much dick, her face looks like an egg?" Rocco asked right before getting punched in the face. He went down to the ground.
"Fuck you!" Murphy yelled.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" I yelled jumping down from the bar. I moved in between Connor and Murphy "Hoc est bar non stupri pugilatu anulus! Vos guys indigent discere, quomodo ad sedandam futuo descendit! Hic non adfert necessitatem quamlibet aliam Optime!" (6) I yelled as I stared the Russians down. All Chekov did was gave me a blank stare not understanding the language I was speaking.
That's when Connor spoke in Russian. "Теперь, когдане былслишком вежлив,не так ли?" (Now, that wasn't too polite was it? RUSSIAN)
"Я боюсь, что мы не можем допустить, что один раз, Иван," (I'm afraid we can't let that one go, Ivan. RUSSIAN) Murphy said. Although I couldn't speak the language I could tell by the way Ivan was looking at them that what they said wasn't pleasant.
I watched as Connor and Murphy both downed a shot then got Chekov in the stomach.
That's when all hell broke loose. I backed up and jumped up on the counter to watch the fight. I watched as a few of the regular guys took out Chekov and Connor back on of his goons into a mirror. That's when I saw Murphy. He was backed into a wall with nowhere to go.
"Murphy!" I yelled jumping off the counter to go and help him but I was stopped by a strong pair of arms.
I looked from the arms around my waist to see Connor's face. "He can take care of himself lass," he told me. I looked away from Connor and back to Murphy. I watched as he grabbed two bottles of wine from the cupboard above his head and smash them over the Russian's head.
"Yeah!" I cheered pumping my fist into the air as Connor let go of me. That's when I knew how I could help. I walked back behind the bar and pulled out a small bottle of alcohol. "Hey Connor! Murphy!" I called getting their attention. I shook the bottle in their direction and then they seemed to get it. They looked at each other and smiled.
They, along with a few other of the regulars picked up Chekov and tied him to the bar, ass side up. Murphy and Connor lit cigarettes as I poured the alcohol on Chekov. Connor then threw a match onto his ass.
The smell of burning flesh and Chekov's cries filled the bar. He soon blacked out though and we continued to party.
*FLASH*
That's when the door was busted open by none other than the three guys from last night. All three of us stood and looked at them.
Chekov came into the room with his gun held high. "Freeze, ya fuckin' Irish faggots!" he yelled. He knocked Connor on the head with his gun and he went down. "Get the fuck up!" Chekov yelled as he dragged Connor over to the toilet.
"Get your fuckin' hands off of me!" I heard Murphy say as he was grabbed by his robe and forced to his knees. I saw that the guy that was holding him was the one that he had hit over the head.
Suddenly I was grabbed as well and forced down. I put my hands up in a surrender gesture. I looked at Murphy with a glare that said 'Keep your fucking mouth shut and we might make it out of this.'
Murphy and I watched as Chekov pushed Connor down to the toilet. "Cuff yourself around the back! Cuff yourself! Cuff it!" I heard the Russian man yell at one of my best friends. I could feel the rage building inside me. "You know why I fuckin' come here? I come here to kill you. But, now, I don't think I'll fuckin' kill you. I kill your brother. I'll shoot him in the head. When I'm done with him I'll take that little slut. She'll be begging for mercy before I'm even half way through," I heard him growl.
I looked at Murphy and tears welled in my eyes. "And after I'm done with her I break her pretty neck. It'll be easy, like snapping a twig."
"Fuck you!" I heard Connor shout as Murphy and I stood.
"Connor!" I yelled as we started to move.
"It was just a fuckin' bar fight! You guys are fuckin' pussies!" Murphy yelled at them as we walked out the door. If I could have I would have slapped him.
That's when Connor started to scream. I saw Murphy send a goodbye look back to his twin.
Chekov and his two minions led Murphy and me out a back door. I watched as they put Murphy on his knees next to a dumpster. I watched as Chekov raised a gun to his head. "After I kill you it will be your brother's girlfriend's turn," he taunted Murphy.
"Don't fucking touch her!" Murphy yelled.
"Oh she is not your brother's girlfriend but your girlfriend. All the more better," Chekov said. He looked from Murphy to the guy holding me. He nodded once and I found myself pushed up against the wall of the building.
I could feel blood trickle down my head from the force of the blow. The guy holding me wrapped one of his hands around my throat, holding me up only by that. I was having a hard time breathing as I watched the guy start to undo his pants.
"Es stupri ferreo canis exprimamus! Vos non potestis etiam tractare mutum bar pugna! Vos guys sunt, omnes euntes ad tartarus!" (You're a fucking bitch! You can't even handle a dumb bar fight! You guys are all going to hell! LATIN) I tried to yell at the guy. All that did was make him tighten his grip on my throat. "Murph," I whimpered looking at him.
"I hope your conscience is clear Irishman," Chekov said. He let out a laugh as something big and white fell from the sky. Murphy ducked and I looked the other way.
I heard the brothers' toilet crash over Chekov's head, killing him. I looked back in time to see him slump to the ground. I also heard his gun go off, the sound echoing around the alley.
I then saw Connor crash into the one that was standing guard. I heard a gun go off. I looked at Connor's unmoving form fearing the worst has happened. "Connor!" I whispered struggling against the guy that was still holding me. I could feel my lungs burn as I used up what little oxygen I had left.
"Elliot," Murphy said grabbing the cover from the toilet. He knocked the guy holding me on the head and I was dropped to the ground. I fell to my knees on the hard ground, gasping for air.
I stood up still gulping down air and looked at Connor again. I went over to him, trying to ignore the protest my knees were giving me, and grabbed one of his bloody wrists feeling for a pulse. Once I found it I looked up at Murphy and nodded.
*FLASH*
"Who so ever shed my blood; by man shall his blood be shed. For in the image of God may deem a man."
I gasped and sat up in bed. I was propped up by my arms and my chest was to the ceiling, like I was being lifted on some invisible string. My head was tipped back so that I was staring at the ceiling. Water dripped onto my face and into my hair.
"Destroy all that which is evil," I heard from my left.
"So that which is good may flourish," I heard from my right.
I ignored both Irishmen as I was pulled into a trance. "Harm no innocent, destroy those who harm, protect those you care for so that no harm comes to them. Et pastores erimus, domine, tibi. Virtutis suæ descendit egrediebatur a manu tua. Qui pedes nostros, utque celer exequi mandatum tuum. Nos mos derivabitur flumen foras ad te, et gravidas, et turgens animae. In nomine Patris, et Filii et Spiritus Sancti." 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. We will flow a river forth on to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. LATIN)
*FLASH*
After a few more moments Connor pressed the stop button. We took off our coats and opened our duffle bags. We loaded our guns, pulled on our masks, and pulled on our leather gloves. We then pulled our coats back on to hide our guns. I saw Connor pull out his coil of rope and put it around his body. He then pulled out a second one and handed it to Murphy.
"You and your fuckin' rope," I heard him mumble as he helped Connor out of the elevator and onto the roof of it. He turned to me and was about to help when I stopped him.
"Murphy I want to tell you this. No matter what happens in there. I love you." I stared at him waiting for his reaction.
"I love you too," he said as he pulled me to him for a kiss.
"And I love both of ya' now hurry the fuck up!" Connor hissed at us from above. Way to ruin the moment Conn.
Once the three of us were all on top of the elevator Connor spoke again. "I told you there would be a shaft."
"Just like on television," Murphy agreed walking over to the air shaft. The boys quickly unscrewed it and crawled into it. I followed close behind them. The only positive of the position I was in was the fact that I got to stare at Murphy's ass, which I really wasn't going to complain about.
It seemed like we had been crawling through miles of vent. "Fuck," I heard Connor say from ahead of me.
"Where the fuck are you goin'?" I complained.
"Sshh!" Connor hissed at us. "I fuckin' hear some shit out here."
"Fuck you. I'm sweatin' my ass off draggin' your fuckin' rope around. It must weigh 30 pounds," Murphy complained moving up next to his brother.
"We are doin' some serious shit here. Now, get a fuckin' hold of yourself!" Connor said wagging his finger at Murphy.
"Fuck not the finger," I groaned to myself seeing as the boys were wrapped up in their own conversation.
"Oh, fuck you! I'm not the rope-totin' Charlie Bronson wannabe that's gettin' us fuckin' lost!" Murphy said back.
"Would you fuckin' shut it!" Connor said giving his twin a smack on his head with his flashlight.
"Cacas. Hoc dissolvere non est praeter me habiturus sum?"(13) I asked myself.
The boys start to slap and kick each other. The entire vent shook with their actions and I managed to move between them. The rope that was coiled so nicely around them ended up wrapped around our three bodies.
"Will you two fucking stop it!" I hissed at them. That's when I felt it. "Fucking hell!" I said as I felt the vent start to pull away from the ceiling.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Connor said.
"Oh, shit!" Murphy said throwing his arms around me to protect me.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion then. We fell from the ceiling the rope catching our bodies. We pulled out our guns and started to shoot as we spun around. Every man in the room ended up going down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Murphy pull out his knife and we fell to the floor.
All three of us scrambled to our feet. Murphy and Connor grabbed the last man alive in the room and put him on his knees. They pulled off their masks and I did the same.
I heard the man swear in Russian as Connor and Murphy spoke. "And Shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand. 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 Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti." Two shots rung out as they executed the Russian mob boss.
*FLASH*
We burst into the room through the beaded curtain.
"You scream, you're dead! Which one's he in? And don't make like you don't know who the fuck I'm talkin' about!" Rocco yelled at the dancer that was in the room as he grabbed her.
"Don't you talk to me like that, you dirty little girl. Oh, yeah. Give it to Daddy," I heard from the center booth. "Oh, this is one sick motherfucker."
"And Shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand. 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," the boys and I said as I hit the button for the door to go up. I pulled my mask up to look at him.
"Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti," I said as I fired both my guns into the sick bastard's heart. I could hear Conner and Murphy doing the same thing. I knew from the look on his face that he recognized me and I was glad that he did.
*FLASH*
Conner kicked in the door and then moved inside. It didn't take us long to find the wife. We knew that she would have the code to get us back into the game. Rocco put duct tape over her mouth and around her wrists.
I shuddered upon seeing the sticky grey tape thinking of only a few days prior. No focus Elliot! Don't think about that now.
Rocco shoved his gun to her back and she showed us the way to the game.
"Hit the numbers, lady. Hit the numbers. I will kill you! I will kill you!" Rocco screamed once we got to the locked door.
"Don't!" I hissed.
"Her hands are tied," Murphy said pulling out his knife.
He quickly cut the tape as Rocco asked, "Why do I always gotta be on bitch detail?"
I rolled my eyes at him as the wife put in the code. Once the door was unlocked I saw Rocco use the stun gun on her. I wasn't sure where he had gotten the thing, but it came in pretty handy seeing as we didn't want to kill the woman.
Now all we had to do was wait for someone on the inside to open the door. I was just starting to get antsy when the door slowly opened.
Conner once again kicked the door open. We stormed into the room and stood in a line. I had somehow ended up in between Conner and Murphy. Every man in the room stopped what he was doing and stared at us.
"All of 'em," I heard Rocco say as I slammed the door shut with a good kick.
That's when the bullets flew. I didn't care who I was shooting at. I just knew that all these motherfuckers had to die. From the corner of my eye I saw Rocco go down to his knees to shoot the men that had dove under the pool table.
It was all over within a matter of a minute.
*FLASH*
We all froze on the porch. I was behind Rocco and in between Murphy and Conner.
I saw a guy smoking a cigar on the other side of the street. The guy threw open his coat and I saw that he had six guns strapped to him. I saw him pull out the bottom two guns and aimed at us.
Conner and Murphy each pulled one gun and rested their arm on Rocco's shoulder. I drew both of mine and put one on either side of Rocco's head.
That's when all hell broke loose. It was just like my dream.
The guy fired at us and we all fired back at him. Rocco dropped to his knees and started to shoot as well. I saw that the man wasn't aiming at me, but at the boys. I knew what I had to do then. I stepped around Rocco and continued to shoot.
"Elliot what are you doing!" Murphy screamed at me. I could feel him trying to move in front of me but I wouldn't let him.
"I'm protecting you," I whispered.
Everything seemed to slow down then. I continued to shoot and I shot at the man for as long as I could.
I saw the bullets come at me one at a time. It was almost as if it was in slow motion. They tore through me in three places. One through my right shoulder, one through the left side of my torso, and one through my left thigh.
Then there was hot white pain. I had never experienced anything like it before. It seemed that everywhere that a bullet had hit was on fire. My legs gave out from the pain and I went down to the porch floor. With every passing moment it was getting harder and harder to breath.
I could still hear the sounds of bullets coming from both sides of the fight. I could also hear screaming and swearing.
I heard the faint sound of someone running away and then there was more yelling. It sounded like someone was yelling my name but I couldn't be sure. Everything was getting farther and farther away from me.
Darkness blurred the edges of my vision and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes opened.
"No!" It was that single sound that pushed me back into the real world. It was that one word that pushed me to keep a hold on the world and my life. It was pain and agony in that one word that made me want to keep fighting.
I pushed my eyes opened but it was too much. They closed. Blackness surrounded me. I could see anything. I couldn't hear anything.
*FLASH*
"What happened?" I asked sitting up. My shoulder and side protested but I knew that I had to get over it.
"I'll explain everything after you answer something," he said. I nodded and watched as he got up off the bed. I watched as he got down onto one knew and pulled a little box from his pants pocket. Tears came to my eyes as I knew what he was doing. "Elliot, from the first day that I met you, I've known that I was meant to be with you. I love you with all my heart mon ange. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, however long it may be."
Tears ran down my face, but they weren't tears of pain but tears of joy. I watched as he opened the box and asked "Elliot Parker, will you marry me?"
I was speechless for the first time in my life. I nodded and whispered, "Yes."
Murphy's face lit up. He slipped the ring onto my finger and stood. He sat beside me on the bed as I gazed at the amazing ring.
*FLASH*
I slammed the door closed so hard that it shook the walls. I didn't care. I was happy to let them know that I was pissed.
I ran a hand through my hair as tears started to roll down my face. I wiped at them as I sat on the bed. I hated crying with a passion. It made me feel so weak, so helpless. I knew what I had to do to be stronger. To control my own pain.
"Elliot open the door!" Murphy yelled pounding on the door. I didn't reply. "Elliot!"
I got up and walked over to my duffle bag. I grabbed out three things. My songbook, my favorite pen, and my spare razor blade.
"Elliot!"
I walked from the bedroom to the attached bathroom.
"Elliot!" I could still hear his screams from the bathroom.
I gently closed the door and turned to face the mirror. I moved my shirt collar to see the large burn on my shoulder. I hissed as I gently poked it. I did the same to my side. I looked at my face and saw that I had bags under my eyes. I wondered how long I had looked like this.
I took out my song book and flipped to a clean page. I uncapped my pen and started to write in big bold letters across the page. Tears ran down my face and dripped onto my book but I didn't care. I pulled the ring from my finger with shaking hands. I placed it on the book and then moved it aside.
I grabbed the razor blade.
"Elliot!"
I pulled it once across the inside of my wrist.
"Elliot!" Murphy was now pounding on the bathroom door. I wasn't sure how he had gotten through but I didn't care now.
I pulled the blade across my skin for he second time.
"Elliot open the door!"
A small bubble of laughter escaped my lips as I cut myself for the third time.
My blood dropped from the side of my wrist to the white tile floor.
"Connor come help!" Murphy yelled. I heard pounding footsteps.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as I pulled the blade for the fourth time. This one was deeper and wider than the rest. Blood flowed from the new cut. I dropped to my knees.
"Elliot!"
Murphy was now in the bathroom. I meet his blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," I whispered to him as I closed my eyes.
"Stay with me Elliot. Don't close your eyes!" I heard him say. "Don't you dare leave me." I opened my eyes to look at him. He grabbed my wrist to help stop the bleeding. "Connor get the shit!"
"Murphy," I whispered.
"What love?" he asked pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I love you," I said. "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."
I closed my eyes and fell into the black abyss.
*FLASH*
I shimmed in through the small window after Connor. Murphy was behind me. We had left our coats in the car and were ready to do this.
But they were waiting for us. There were five men in the cement basement. They jumped us. One got me, one got Murphy, one got Connor, and two got Rocco. They all grabbed our guns, leaving us defenseless.
All of trashed around trying to land blows on our captors. I felt mine run his hands up and down my legs.
"Murphy! Connor!" I screamed as I kicked back.
"Elliot!" I heard Murphy scream. I watched as he brought his elbow back. I heard a sickening crack and then he was at my side. He punched the guy holding me and I collapsed into his arms, my arms going around his neck.
"I love you Murph," I whispered as someone grabbed me from behind. I felt the cold metal of handcuffs encase my wrists as I was pulled from my fiancé.
Murphy's eyes told me everything as he yelled, "Elliot!" Someone came up from behind him and grabbed him.
I watched as my boys were handcuffed to metal chairs. I gasped. This was like my dream. I saw one of the men leave the room.
Murphy, Connor, and Rocco all struggled against their bonds.
"Where you goin? Where the fuck you goin?" I heard one of the men taunt Connor.
"I'm fuckin' talkin' to you, motherfucker!" One of the men who had Rocco say.
"Fuck you!" Rocco yelled.
That's when I saw Papa Joe himself walk in. I squirmed under my captors hold.
"Sshh," the man whispered in my ear as his hand slid down my thigh.
"Get your fucking hands off me," I growled. Murphy's eyes met mine.
That's when Yakavetta spoke. "Shut up!" Everyone in the room stopped their actions and their mouths. "You have some answers for me, no?"
Murphy jerked in his seat as Rocco answered, "Yeah. Fuck you."
Yakavetta nodded to the man holding Rocco. The man spread Rocco's fingers. Papa Joe put his gun to Rocco's remaining pinky finger.
"Roc! Roc, look at me! Roc!" I heard Connor scream as the shot rang out. His blood sprayed and hit all of us. Rocco screamed.
"Shit!" I yelled trying to free myself from the man holding me.
"Roc! Roc! Roc, you'll be fine! Roc!" I heard Connor yell. I wasn't paying attention to him though. I was more focused on the fact that Murphy was struggling and the man holding me was getting closer to where I wanted him to touch the least.
All of the men left the room then. I ran over to Rocco ignoring the pain in my wrists as the metal bit my skin.
"Rocco!" I screamed kneeling in front of him. . "Roc, you'll be okay!" I stood back from him and stepped over my encased hands so that they were now in front of me. "Rocco!"
"Elliot!" Murphy said. I looked over at him. I stood and walked over to him.
"I love you," I told him pressing my lips to his.
"I love you too," he said back.
"Elliot!" Connor screamed. I pulled away from Murphy. I looked behind me and saw Yakavetta coming in.
I saw the look in the mob boss' eyes. "No!" I scream moving in front of Rocco.
"God! No!" Connor screamed. Yakavetta raised his gun and knocked me away from Rocco. I landed at Murphy's feet as the shot rang out.
I knew that I had failed one person.
"Roc! Roc! No! Roc! Roc! No! No! Roc! Roc!" Connor's, Murphy's, and my voice all mingled together.
Murphy thrashed in his chair until he fell over. I got up and kneeled beside Rocco. I laid my hands over his bullet wound to help stop the bleeding. Murphy crawled over on Rocco's other side. Connor continued to scream.
"You can't stop! You get out of here," Rocco said, his voice weak.
"Don't talk like that Roc!" I yelled at him.
"Don't ever stop," he said with his last breath. He shuddered and then went still.
"No!" I screamed pumping on his chest to get his heart started again.
"Roc! No! No! Roc! You motherfucker!" Connor yelled.
Murphy broke down then. "Yeah! I'm gonna kill them!"
I placed my bloody hands on the sides of his face. "Don't let him die in vain. You know what you have to do."
I help right himself up on his chair. I looked over to Connor. His face was an open book and bloody as hell. I saw every emotion playing across his face.
"You know what we have to do," I said to him. He nodded. I helped him get his feet unhooked from the chair. I stood back and watched the boys do what was needed.
Murphy gathered his shirt into his mouth. "Do it!" he told his brother. He made his hand as small as possible and Connor reached out and kicked the metal holding his brother to his chair.
I cringed as I heard Murphy cry out with every kick, the sound muffled by his shirt. Then I heard the sickening crack of Murphy's wrist breaking.
I watched as my fiancé pulled himself free. He stood and looked at Connor, then at me.
"Murphy!" I cried running over to him. I threw myself into his arms as he put his own arms around my waist. "Thank God," I cried.
Tears rolled down my face as Murphy pressed kisses to my cheek. "I love you," he said placing his hand on the back of my head, pulling me close.
"I love you too," I cried. That's when we heard footsteps. I pulled away from the man I loved. He kicked the metal chair that he had been bound too. The leg snapped off.
Murphy grabbed it and moved off to the side. I moved off to the other side to watch the show. The guy walked in. He looked around confused. Murphy stabbed the guy and threw him to the floor. Connor got up and started to kick him. I joined in on the fun.
Once we knew the guy that was dead Murphy helped me out of the cuffs. Together we helped Connor out of his. Murphy took our guns off of the dead guy. He handed to each of us.
We then righted Rocco. I stood in between the boys as they placed pennies in Rocco's closed eyes. We then went to our knees in front of him. I pulled my rosary from under my shirt.
"And shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand," we all said together. I had quickly learned the English translation of the prayer. Then we heard the sound of a gun uncocking.
Murphy and Connor looked at me, then all three of us pulled our guns. We cocked our guns as we stared down the man who had shot us.
"That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command," the man said slowly walking towards us. Connor was the first to uncock his gun and lower it. Murphy and I followed his lead. "We will flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris, et Filii et Spiritus Sancti." The man made the sign of the cross over Rocco's body.
"My boys," he said placing one hand on Murphy's face and one hand on Conner's face. "But I don't remember having a daughter."
"I'm Murphy's fiancé," I told him.
"Let's get out of here boys," Connor and Murphy's dad said helping me stand. Connor and Murphy followed his lead. They gathered our things before turning to face us. Murphy handed me my coat and I slipped my gun back in its holster.
I put my coat on. I saw my soon to be father in law's eyes flash to my ring as I grabbed Murphy's hand.
We walked out of the basement. We went up the stairs where we were met with the scariest sight of the night. Smecker was standing there dressed as a woman.
*FLASH*
It wasn't long before we were on the road again, heading out of Boston and to New York. We hotel hopped for a while. We tried to get as much information about mob bosses as possible before doing a hit. It had been about two months when that fateful morning came.
"Murph?" I asked lazily opening my eyes. Normally the boys or Da would have woken my up by now. I reached my arms over my head and heard the joints in my back pop. I sat up and blinked. The room was empty.
"Murphy? Connor? Da?" I called getting out of bed. I didn't see their duffle bags where they had left them.
The room was medium sized. A small kitchen sat in one corner and the bathroom was off to the side. If they were here I would be able to quickly find them. I prayed to God that they weren't hurt or playing some horrible prank on me, because then they would be hurting.
"Hello?" I called. I opened the door and peered inside. Empty. Tears sprang to my eyes. "This cannot be happening," I said quickly walking over to the kitchen.
That's when I found it. I picked up the envelope and quickly opened it. I took out the piece of paper and read it.
'Elliot, I know that you're going to hate us after this but please don't be mad. We've dragged you under enough as it is. We don't want you to suffer anymore because of us. It was extremely hard for us to make this decision but it had to be done. We figured that if we left while you were sleeping it would be better, not only for you but for all of us. We still love you, all of us, never forget that. Smecker is on his way to come get you. You'll be safe back in Boston. Love, Da and Connor
Elliot, my love, my guardian, mon ange, I didn't want to have to leave. I love you and I'll come back for you. When I don't know but I will. I know that you're the one for me. I promise that I'll return and I'll never leave again. I'm sorry that we couldn't say goodbye but this is for the best. Please just trust me on this one. Don't worry, we can take care of ourselves. Please stop crying because I know that you are right now. Everything will work out in the end. Stay strong, like I know you can be. If not for yourself then at least for me. I love you with all my heart mon ange. Love, Murphy'
Tears poured down my face and I wiped them away. I could hear the boys say everything that they wrote in their accents. I could even hear Da throw in a quip or two.
I was about to throw the envelope away when I heard something fall to the floor. I looked down and saw the sliver chain and locket laying on the floor. I picked it up off the ground. I looked at the locket turning it over and over in my hand. It was a circle with a Celtic knot carved on the front. I looked at the back. 'MM and EP forever' was carved on the back.
"Murphy MacManus and Elliot Parker forever," I whispered running my finger over the letters. I continued to cry as I flipped it back over and opened it.
Two tiny pictures were in the spaces.
The one on the left side was one of me, Connor, and Murphy. It was taken on St. Patty's day seeing as I was wearing my green dress, but I didn't remember it. That wasn't surprising seeing as I had so much to drink. I was standing with one arm around each boy. We all had big goofy smiles on our faces and drinks in our hands. That was before the Russian's burst in and ruined our fun.
The one on the right side was just of me and Murphy. It was the night after we had done that first hit. The night when we had first said 'I love you'. We were kissing in the picture and we looked so happy and in love. I was trying to shield us from the camera but Rocco or Connor had still found a way around my hand and snapped the picture.
With shaking hands I open the clasp. I set it on the table and took my ring off. I threaded the sliver chain through my ring. I then put the necklace around my throat. The chain was long enough that the locket and my ring lay right under my shirt collar, far above where my rosary ended, which was right above my belly button.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I wiped at my face again and walked over to it. I stood on my tip toes and looked out the peep hole. I sighed and opened the door.
"Elliot," Smecker said upon seeing me.
"Hi Smecker," I said wiping at my face again. I didn't want to feel the weakness of crying in front of a man like Smecker.
"Please call me Paul," he said walking into the room. "Murphy told me everything. I see that you're handling it well. He also told me to tell you that it's okay to cry and that it shows that you're strong enough to show emotion and it doesn't make you weak."
I could almost imagine Murphy saying that me. Tears came to my eyes but I blinked them away. "Thanks for coming to pick me up," I told him moving into the room to gather my things. I threw my few clothes that I had bothered to unpack back into my duffle bag. I also made sure to fold up the note and stick it in there as well.
"Are you ready?" he asked me taking the bag from my hand. I nodded, biting my lip. I didn't want to leave but I knew that Murphy wasn't coming back anytime soon.
*FLASH*
I didn't pay attention for most of the trial. I was just waiting. I was waiting to see if they would show up or even come at all. I knew that they would want to get revenge on the man who took their best friend's life.
"I was with my mother. We were at the Genovese, the butcher, because on Thursday she makes agnolcotti for…" I heard Yakavetta say.
"Mr. Yakavetta! You will demonstrate order in my court room! Counsel proceed," the judge said. I zoned out again. Until I saw the flash of black.
I watched them walk in. They looked just like how I remembered them. Guns raised and eyes alight with anger.
I watched as Connor jumped in with some of the crowd. "You! To the back! Shut the fucking cameras!" Da yelled as Murphy went up and grabbed Papa Joe. "Shut off the fucking camera!" Everyone ducked and I played along, but I knew that they would never shoot an innocent person.
"Drop your guns! One at a time, now!" Connor yelled to the guards who were standing near me. They followed his order and threw their guns down.
I watched as Da grabbed the judge. "Come here," I heard him growl out in his low Irish voice.
"Wait! Where're you taking me?" the judge asked as Da pushed him into the crowd of people.
"You people have been chosen to reveal our existence to the world. You will witness what happens here today, and you will tell of it later. All eyes to the front," Da said pacing back and forth in front of where Connor and Murphy had Papa Joe on his knees, guns to his head. I stared at Murphy, not really believing he was here. All I wanted to do was jump over the banister and run to him, but I knew that now was not a good time.
"Now's a good time to fucking do someth…" I heard Yakavetta say.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" Connor yelled as Murphy kicked the crap outta him. I smiled at the sight then quickly made my face blank again.
My eyes flashed to Da, who was standing in front of a pretty red head. "You must watch dear, it will all be over soon," he told her, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes.
The fire alarm went off then. I briefly wondered who else was helping my boys. My attention was drawn from my thoughts as Connor and Murphy drew their second gun and jumped up onto tables.
"Now you will receive us," Connor started. I saw his eye flash around the room. They met briefly with mine before moving on.
"We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry," Murphy continued. He too looked around the room.
"We do not want your tired and sick."
"It is your corrupt we claim."
"It is your evil that will be sucked by us."
"With every breath we shall hunt them down."
"Each day we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies."
"Do not kill! Do not rape! Do not steal! These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace."
"These are not polite suggestions. These are cause of behavior. And those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost."
"There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain."
"But if you do one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day you will reap it!"
"And we will send you towards ever god, you wish," Murphy finished. His eyes flashed around the room one last time. They met mine and I saw a look of disbelief cross his face.
They jumped off the table and walked over to Da. All three had their guns to Yakavetta's head.
"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," they all said together. I silently said it with them knowing that I should have been up there with them.
"In nomine Patris," Da said.
"Et Filii," Connor continued. All three of them cocked their guns.
"Et Spiritus Sancti," Murphy finished.
The shots rang out around the room.
People fled and I fled with them. I ended up near the back of the crowd and I glanced over my shoulder. Murphy was watching me leave. I turned back around and left the room.
*FLASH*
"Well hello there," I heard as I got in. I looked up from the ground to see three people looking back at me.
"I hate all of you!" I cried as tears rolled down my face. "Let me out!"
"Elliot calm down," that accent I had tried so hard to forget said.
"Calm down?" I cried. "Calm down? You have got to be fucking kidding me! You fucking leave me for a month and now you just come fucking riding in like some fucking knight in armor and you tell me to fucking calm down?"
"Elliot," Smecker said from the front. "They have their reasons." The van started to move then and I knew that if I was going to get home, the only way was to listen to them.
I crossed my arms and leaned back. "Then they better be some pretty fucking good ones."
"Elliot, we didn't want to leave you. We had no choice," an almost identical voice told me.
"One choice my ass," I said looking into icy blue eyes. "That's fucking bullshit and you know it. You had plenty of options, you just didn't see them."
"You have to understand that what Connor is saying is the truth. We didn't want to leave but with the next hit that we would have done, all hell would have broken loose if you would have come along," a low and steady voice said.
I rolled my eyes. "All hell huh? Why didn't you just ask me to stay behind? Or to hide out and keep watch? Or to have the car ready for the get away? Or only two of you went?"
"Would you have done that though? I know you Elliot. You wouldn't have listened to us. Leaving you behind was the only thing to do."
I looked at the man I thought I loved as I processed his words. "If you didn't love me anymore why didn't you just say so?" I asked in a quiet voice.
"I didn't say that!" he yelled back. I could see the anger flare in his eyes.
"You might as well have!" I replied, my own voice rising. "You left me Murphy! I've sat everyday reading the paper to make sure that you were still alive! I cried nightly thinking that you were hurt or dead! I added twenty new cuts to myself! Twenty! In a month!" I reached into my pocket and pulled out my song book. I threw it in his lap. "The last four songs are about you. Maybe you should read them, and then you'd know how I've felt!" The songs were titled For Real, Wish You Were Here, Far Away, and Pain.
Murphy flipped through the pages quickly reading the lyrics to the songs I had told him about. He looked up at me, his blue eyes glowing. "You don't think that I haven't felt the same way?" he asked me.
"I doubt it seeing as you're the one who left me!" I yelled at him. "Unless you've forgotten that?"
"I haven't forgotten, but I see that you're not wearing you're ring anymore," he threw at me.
I reached under my shirt and grabbed out my rosary and the locket with my ring hanging next to it. "I haven't taken them off since you left," I told him in a quiet voice, not meeting his eyes.
The car fell silent then. I looked up to meet Murphy's eyes. I could see every emotion that he was feeling running through the blue orbs. Pain, guilt, hurt, but the most prominent was love.
"I'm so sorry Elliot," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. Tears welled in my eyes and I tried to blink them back. "I should have never left. I should have let Da and Connor handle the hit. I should have stayed in that hotel room with you."
I smiled as my tears fell and said, "Ya think?" Murphy's face looked relieved as I stood and walked over to him. I sat on his lap and gently pressed my lips to his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, never wanting to let him go. When I pulled my lips away from his I said, "But you have a lot of ass kissing to do before I forgive you, any of you."
"Wait what the hell just happened?" Connor asked looking at Murphy and me. "You two were just fucking screaming at each other and now you're kissing? How the hell does that work?"
"When you love someone, you would do anything for them," Da said. I looked over at him and saw that he was smiling.
"Well then love," Murphy said drawing my attention back to him. "I have a question to ask you. Will you go to Ireland with us?"
I stared at Murphy in shock. "Are you serious?" I asked him, my voice jumping an octave.
"Of course I am. I'm not leaving you again," he told me.
*FLASH*
Murphy smiled at me and I reached my hands up to cup his face. "Please never leave me again."
He tilted his head and kissed the fresh scars on the inside of my wrist. "I promise. I've seen what it's done to you and I never want to do that again."
"Make love to me?" I whispered.
Murphy responded to me by kissing me. I felt his hands go back behind me and undo the clasp of my bra.
"I love you Murphy," I whispered into his neck as I reached for his boxers.
"I love you too Elliot," he whispered back as he threw my bra behind me.
We spent the rest of the night together. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to stay in Murphy's protective arms forever. But nothing can last forever.
*FLASH*
Today was the day that we were supposed to leave for Ireland and I was scared. I had Murphy's hand in a death grip as I stepped onto the large boat.
"Murphy, I'm scared," I told him as we stood at the railing.
"It will be okay love," Murphy told me as he moved behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist and placed the other over mine that was gripping the railing. "Just think. You'll see it again someday you'll see it again."
I smiled at his words but I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I quickly wiped them away as Murphy played with the ring that was on my finger.
"Plus once we get home, you'll be able to meet Ma and we can start planning. I know girls love that kind of shit," he said trying to make me feel better.
"Murph, I love you and everything but I hate girly shit like that," I told him. "You of all people should know that."
That's when the boat started to move. Connor came up on one side of Murphy and I and Da came up on the other. We all watched as my beloved home country grew smaller in the distance and we were off the Ireland.
*FLASH*
"Elliot Parker do you take Murphy to be your husband?" the priest asked as I gazed at my soon to be husband.
"I do," I replied not being able to keep the smile off my face.
"And do you Murphy MacManus take Elliot to be your wife?" the priest asked.
Murphy winked at me and said, "I do."
"I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!"
Murphy leaned over and brought our lips together in the best kiss of my life.
Plus I was now married to the vigilante man of my dreams.
*FLASH*
"Uncle Doc's had a heart attack. They don't know how much longer he'll live," I told my husband as I turned around to face him. I met his blue eyes as his arms went around me. I rested my head on his chest as he stroked my hair.
"Everything will be alright lass," he whispered to me as I started to cry. Uncle Doc was my last blood relative.
I pulled away from Murphy's chest to look at him. "I have to go back to the states. I know that you don't want me to, but I have to. I don't know the next time I'll be able to see him."
"Do you want me to go with love?" he asked me gently wiping my cheeks with his thumbs.
I wanted to say yes but I knew that he didn't want to return to the city just yet. We were all happy here in Ireland. Connor, Da, Murphy, and I had all been living on the small sheep farm for almost eight years.
*FLASH*
I walked through the aisles of the drug store looking for the one thing that I needed. I picked up the pregnancy test box and looked at it. All I needed to do was pee on the little stick and I would know if I was in fact going to be a mom.
I quickly paid for it and headed home. I checked in on Uncle Doc, who was still fast asleep in his bed, before heading to the bathroom. With shaking hands I pulled the test from the box.
I washed my hands while I waited for the results to pop up. It was a minute after words when that test changed my life.
"Oh my God," I whispered as that little pink plus sign stared up at me. I placed a hand over my stomach as I started to cry. I was gonna be a momma.
*FLASH*
"There is no new information on the victim found slain this morning inside Trinity Church," I sat bolt straight on the couch. That was the boys' old church. I turned the volume up and stared at the T.V. "As you can see the size of the crowd here has increased substantially over the last couple of hours. People are demanding answers as to how a priest could be murdered in a church. But perhaps more shocking, we have confirmed that the body was ritualized with pennies in the eyes. Many remember this as the grisly card of the prolific vigilante killers known as the Saints and Their Angel, who went on a murder spree here in Boston. A rampage that ended eight years ago, when the Saints brazenly walked into open court... and executed Mafia Don, Papa Joe Yakavetta before a courtroom of terrified witnesses, then simply disappeared without a trace." The screen changed to show when the boys had walked into court that day. "The now legendary security camera footage from that harrowing day, our singular tiny glimpse of these infamous and controversial killers. As police have yet to confirm the Saints' possible involvement, the ominous question hangs heavy in the air. 'Are they back?'"
"Oh my fucking God," I said. No wonder they didn't answer. They were here. They were back. And they didn't fucking tell me.
I grabbed my coat and quickly scrawled a note to Uncle Doc telling him where I went. I headed out the door and quickly walked to the church. Once I got there I could barely get to the front. Once I did I saw three familiar faces. I waved them down.
"What are you doing here?" Greenly hissed at me.
"Mind telling me why my boys are back in town without telling me?" I asked them crossing my arms.
"Let's go," Duffy said holding up the yellow crime scene tape for me to walk under. "There's too many people here."
I nodded and followed the three men into the church. I looked in and nearly had to walk out. It was so much like them, but it couldn't be.
"Mind explaining why you are here and not in Ireland?" Dolly asked.
"Uncle Doc had a heart attack about a month ago. I come over right away LEAVING Murphy, Connor, and Noah back in Ireland," I told the detectives. "I tried calling them today to tell them some good news but no one answered."
Greenly walked into the chapel as I rubbed my tired eyes. This was just way to much excitement for one day.
I heard Duffy sigh then say, "We need to keep our heads, here. It's probably not even them."
"Of course it ain't them but that doesn't really matter, does it. Our skeletons just came screaming out of the closet. We're fucked," Dolly growled back. I had to agree with them. This was bad.
"We're not fucked," Duffy said.
"We are totally fucked! And not just fucked, like elephant dick, pounded in the ass, no reach around, jungle fucked!" Greenly said as he came out of the chapel.
"Lovely image," I told him as I felt my stomach start to feel funny.
"Now's not the time to panic, Green beans!" Duffy said. I smiled at the nickname remembering when we had first met him and called him that.
"Oh, I disagree. Now's the perfect time to panic. We're all Accessories to..." Greenly said before he was cut off by Dolly.
"Don't you fucking say it!" Dolly growled pointing his finger in Greenly's face.
I saw an officer walk in then and I looked between the detectives, who were all still fighting. "Shut the fuck up!" I hissed at them as the cop cleared his throat.
"Her E.T.A. is ten minutes," the cop said.
I put on a fake smile and said, "Thank you." I turned back to the boys waiting for an explanation. That's when I felt it. "Excuse me," I said as I turned and rushed to the bathroom. As I leaned over the toilet I was thankful that I had pulled my hair back this morning.
I walked back out of the bathroom after rinsing out my mouth and splashing cold water on my face. I looked around the hallway and saw that the detectives had gone back outside. I walked out and reached them standing on the step next to Greenly.
"Game time. How are we playing this?" Dolly asked.
"Feds love to pull the divide and conquer routine. We hard line her. Stick together on this. Agreed?" Duffy replied.
"Agreed. We're a brick wall," Dolly replied.
"Let's rock this bitch," Greenly said as the cop car pulled up. I saw three pairs of eyes flash to me.
"I'm in. I need to protect them," was all I said. The car stopped and the agent got out. My mouth nearly hit the ground. "Fucking shit."
The woman walked over to us and from the corner of my eye I saw Greenly use some breath spray. I smacked him on the back of the head and as she stopped in front of us.
"You hafta be Detectives Dolly andDuffy. Am I right? Eunice Bloom. A pleasure," Eunice said shaking the detectives' hands. "And you must be Greenly. Smecker always said you were the funny one."
"Well, funny as in ha ha, though not like funny as in gay cause...I'm not...played high school football," Greenly said. I covered my mouth in order to stop my laugh.
"And Elliot Parker MacManus," Eunice said looking at me.
"Hi Eunice," I said stepping down and giving my friend a hug.
"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be in Ireland with that hot husband of yours," she said as we released each other.
"Uncle Doc had a heart attack. I came back to take care of him," I told her. "And glad to know that you approve in my taste in men. You know he has a twin brother right?" I wagged my eyebrows at her and we both laughed. I could feel the stares of the three detectives on us as we spoke.
*FLASH*
"It's not them," Greenly announced then.
I took another look around the room. "It sure looks like them to me," I said as I stepped up to one of the dead men. "Pennies in the eyes and crossed arms. Reminds me of eight years ago," I whispered.
"Let me take a look hun," Eunice said stepping up next to me. I nodded and moved back towards the other detectives. I watched as she placed ear plugs in and then started to move around the room. After a few minutes she removed the plugs and said, "It's them."
I sent a smug smile to the other detectives. This had my boys written all over it.
"A wise man once told me, where a man's actions are firmly bound to an unshakable faith one's worst nightmares become sudden, terrifying reality," Eunice said.
"What's the symbolism?" Dolly asked Eunice.
"Symbolism?" she asked looking at him.
"Yea, what does this symbolize?" he asked giving her a smug look.
"It symbolizes a huge fuck up. This was a plan that fell to pieces. A lot of it don't make sense which is why it all makes perfect sense," Eunice replied.
That's when she started to explain what happened. I really didn't pay all that much attention though. I had no idea how she could handle a job like this. I mean I know that I would get totally sick of it in less than a week. But then again I was the girl who decided that being a vigilante was better than being a bartender.
*FLASH*
"Quidhic agisinferni?!" (What the hell are you doing here?! LATIN) I yelled as I burst into the room. Three pairs of stunned eyes stared at me while one pair of electric blue eyes met mine.
I had taught Murphy how to speak Latin when we were in Ireland and in turn he taught me Gaelic. Connor and Murphy kept Russian to themselves while Murphy and I kept Latin to ourselves.
"Elliot?" Murphy asked.
"Who the hell is this brawd?" a man who I had never seen before asked.
I ignored him and stared down my husband. "Non note, nulla phone invocabis, nihil est? Numquid vos iustus oblivisci ut vos habebat uxorem Murphy? Est, quod ipsa?" (No note, no phone call, nothing? Did you just forget that you had a wife Murphy? Is that it? LATIN) I yelled at him.
"Vos scitis quodsuus 'nonverumElliot!" (You know that's not true Elliot! LATIN) he yelled back. "Te amo." (I love you. LATIN) he whispered, his voice sounding defeated, broken, and scared. I was surprised that it didn't crack.
"Tá mé leatsaMurphy," (I'm yours Murphy. GAELIC) I said, all hints of anger gone from my voice.
"Deoagusi gcónaí," (Forever and Always. GAELIC) he replied back.
I had never thought that I would turn into that sappy couple person but Murphy showed me otherwise. We had a saying. "I'm yours," one of us would start off. "Forever and Always," the other would reply. It was like our own special little thing and I loved it. We never said it in English though. It was always in a different language.
This time Gaelic so that Connor would know that we made up despite just yelling at each other not even two minutes ago.
Murphy walked over to me and pulled me into his arms. I buried my head in his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.
"I missed you so much," I told him.
"I missed you too mon ange," he told me.
"What the fuck is going on?" the guy who I had ignored earlier exclaimed. "Who the hell is this chick?"
I pulled away from Murphy and looked at the man. He had tan skin and long black hair. He was obviously from some Spanish speaking country from the slight accent he had. "I could ask you the same thing," I said crossing my arms over my chest.
"Well this here is our Mexican, Romeo," Connor said throwing one of his arms over the man, Romeo's, shoulders.
"And this is my wife Elliot," Murphy said putting his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.
*FLASH*
"Alright Mrs. MacManus, let's take a look at you," the doctor said. He put some gel on my stomach and I hissed at the cool feel of it. He started to rub this wand around on it then and I looked at the little monitor above me.
That's when I saw it. Two little circles. I smiled and tears gathered in my eyes at the sight of my baby.
"You are officially ten weeks along and both babies are healthy as can be," the doctor told me.
"What?" I asked looking at him. "What do you mean both babies?"
"Mrs. MacManus, you're having twins."
*FLASH*
Eunice opened the door and flashed her badge to the young female masseuse. I put a finger to my lips as I walked in after her. Eunice put some lotion on her hands and replaced the girl's hands on the fat man laying on the table. I ushered the masseuse out of the room and gently closed the door.
That's when I heard the most disgusting sounds in the entire world. "Oh, yeah," I heard from the man on the table. I stood in front of the door and looked around the room trying to block out the sounds George was making. "Someone's been eating their Wheaties. Yeah, get after it, girl."
That's when I spotted it. A large paddle leaning up against the wall. "Pst," I hissed at Eunice to get her attention. She looked up at me and I jerked my head in the direction of the paddle. She smiled at me and nodded.
I watched as her hand traveled lower on George's back. "Oh that's good." I watched as she dragged his towel down, exposing his ass. "Let's keep this professional baby. I don't need ya to keep calling me."
While he was busy talking I grabbed the paddle and smacked him as hard as I possibly could with it.
"AAAAAH!" he cried as he rolled off the table and hit the floor. "WHAT THE FUCK!? You fucking bitch!" he cried scrambling to stand.
Eunice and I looked at each and then both pulled our guns. George came rushing at us and stopped upon seeing the guns in his face. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said putting his hands up.
"What the fuck did you just say to us?" I asked cocking my gun.
"I-I-I'm sorry I called you guys that," George said.
"Well, how courteous of you to apologize. Courtesy is so important. Don't you agree?" Eunice asked.
"I know I sure I do," I growled at the man in front of us.
"Y-yeah, I'm down with that," George said, his hands visibly shaking.
"Good. Now sit your fat ass down," I told him, my gun never leaving his face. George scrambled to pick up a stool and sit.
Eunice holstered her gun then pulled up the armrest on one of the drying chairs and sat. I could see George eye fucking her as she crossed her legs. I on the other hand decided to stay standing. It made for an easier get away if necessary. I crossed my arms over my chest, my gun still gripped in my hand.
"Where is Concezio Yakavetta?" Eunice asked calmly.
"I don't know," George replied giving us a look.
"Yeah. There's a lot of stuff you don't know, Hoss," I told him. He gave me a confused look and bit his lip. "For instance, you're the only New York guy George. Your blood just ain't as blue as the rest of them is it?"
"Explains why aren't you safely tucked away in some ivory tower with all the other big wigs, sucking on cannoli and cocktail shrimp? That's why you're the one he left on the streets, George," Eunice chimed in, finishing my thought.
"Like you know shit all of a sudden!" George nearly yelled at us. "Someone's gotta run our legitimate businesses. Someone's gotta make sure that..."
"Someone's gotta chum the waters," Eunice said cutting him off.
"That's bullshit!" George cried pointing his finger at Eunice. I cocked my gun again but he just kept on talking. "And I ain't saying another fucking word to you. Either of you."
"Good. Then you can just listen," I said as he turned his back to us.
"We know Concezio had that priest killed," Eunice told him. George looked back at her and I knew that he hadn't known.
"Oh, that's another thing you don't know, I bet. But then why would he tell you that George?" I asked.
Eunice stood then and walked over to the fat man on the stool. "You and your guys on the street, you're his bait. Gorgeous George, huh? Expendable George is more like it," she told him. She then nodded at me and I shoved my gun back in the waistband of my pants. Eunice and I turned to leave. Eunice looked over her shoulder though and called, "By the by, you got a pretty nice ass for a fat man."
We were about to walk out the door when George called to us, "I don't know why you stay with that Irish fucker! You could do much better!"
I stopped dead in my tracks. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" I growled turning around to look at him.
"You know that they aren't gonna leave this city alive right? Concezio is after them but not you. But I know the truth," he told me.
I walked towards him as he spoke to me until I was right in his face. "You fucking say a word to anyone about me. Anyone and I will come after you. That's a promise," I hissed at him before standing and leaving the room with Eunice in tow.
*FLASH*
"What's this?" Eunice asked holding up a small plastic bag as we all sat around the table at the police station. I was half asleep and Dolly was asleep.
"Rosary bead," Greenly said. "They found it pushed into the carpet near the victim. Father McKinney wasn't wearing a rosary so it's probably been there a while."
That's when Duffy walked in and dropped a giant stack of papers on the table. "The results on all 864 prints found at the scene. All match churchgoers or clergy but one. The partial on the priest's watch is still unidentified," he told us.
I ran a hand through my hair and said, "That's horse shit."
"Everyone gets printed nowadays," Eunice said leaning back in her chair. "They're inking up these snotgobblers in kindergarten, now."
"It's a brick wall anyway. We know Napoleon was wearing gloves. Lab got zilch on chain and lock. The pennies came up clean too," Dolly reminded us.
I groaned and slumped onto the table. "I'm gonna go powder my nose," I heard Eunice say but I didn't even look up.
"Aw, man. Daddy would knock that out like Mike fucking Tyson," Greenly said as the door closed. I reached a hand out and slapped the back of his head.
"Hey!" Eunice cried walking back into the room.
"What?! I didn't say nothing!" Green Beans said trying to play it off cool.
I lifted my head up and watched as she walked over to the table. She picked the bead up and faced the boards asking, "McKinney wore his watch on his left hand. Where was this found exactly?!"
I got up and looked at the boards with her.
"Right here, off his left elbow," Duffy said pointing at a diagram of the priest.
"Just occurred to me that priest wore a rosary while taking confession," Eunice told us as the other two detectives joined us.
I thought about it then cried, "She's right!"
Eunice went into drill sergeant mode then. "Dolly, get on the phone! Find out which wrist he wore his rosary on and if he was wearing it that night! Duffy, run that partial through DMV! David put it through INTERpol! Just get an I.D.! Now! Come on! Vamoose!" The three detectives took off. "Elliot go home and get some sleep. It's been a long day," she told me. I nodded and left the room as she went back to looking at the boards.
I walked from the police station with a yawn. Eunice was right. It had been a long day. I had been helping try to figure out this case with the rest of the detectives and I had spent all day at the station after the encounter with George.
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.
"Murphy" I whispered coming out of my memories.
"I'm right here love," my husband told me as he grabbed my hand.
I sat up and looked at him. "I remember."
AN: YAY! Elliot got her memories back! And I had way too much fun going through the begining of this story and 'An Angel in the Darkness' to look for memories. Plus they had to be in there so it all worked out!
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And stay tuned for the next chapter! I can't wait until I get it out!