Connor and Murphy were inside the room, applying pennies to Vincenzo eyes. Rosie stood in front of them with her back to Rocco, reloading her gun once again. She watched both boys take their masks off and stare at something. "What the fuck are you doing?" Connor shouted. Rosie spun around just in time to see Rocco remove his hand from the unconscious dancer's breast. "I-I'll tip her!" He exclaimed. "This is why I won't change in front of you." Rosie pointed at him. Murphy and Connor exited the little room. "We've teamed up with a sex offender." Murphy said with a shake of his head. "So, when are you getting a plastice fuck doll?" Connor asked with a smirk on his face. Rocco lowered his head, "All right. I'm sorry. I'm pathetic." He pulled out his wallet and tossed money on the girl, causing the others to laugh. Just then two more bills came through the slots of the other two doors. Murphy and Connor looked through the peepholes. They turn to eachother and smirk. "What? What is it?" Rocco and Rosie asked. "This place is like a scumbag yard sale." Connor cocked his gun. "We gotta come down here once a week and clean house." Murphy said looking to Rosie. She shook her head and watched Rocco look through both peepholes. "Wanna peak?" Connor asked, nudging her arm. "No fuckin' way." Rosie said scrunching up her nose and laying the dancer's robe over her bare breasts. "Oh man," Rocco stepped away from the door, "You gotta let me do these guys. I'm such a moron. I gotta make up for the tit thing." Rosie stepped up to him, "I should get to kill 'em." Rocco and Rosie shoved eachother. "No way. I''ve been waitin' for this asshole." Rocco and Rosie both slumped their shoulders. "Aw, c'mon," Rocco whimped, "I gotta clear my family name here. I've brought shame to the house of Della Rocco." Rosie turned to him, "Actually you did that eight years ago." He snarled at her. "Give the guy a shot." Murphy said lightly hitting his brother. Rosie turned to him in shock. Connor thought it over then sighed, "Rocco, this is the real deal. We must kill without hesitation, without guilt or remorse. Evil man, dead man." Rocco got serious and nodded his head, "Alright." The twins both hand their gun to Rocco, as a shocked Rosie crossed her arms. "Next time, Rosie. Promise." Murphy said into the her ear, moving out of the way. Rocco stood with one gun in each hand, aiming at both doors. Both boys push the orange button. Rocco waited for the doors to raise then fired his gun.
Both men fall to the ground but Rocco doesn't stop. He crossed his arm and fired two more shots, "Wyatt-fuckin'- Earp, man!" Once things had calmed down, Rosie examined the bodies. One was the pimp from earlier and then other was the man from the emergency room. "C'mon, Rosie." Murphy called from the door. She gave one last look at the man from the ER and stepped out of the room. "You guys gotta teach me that prayer, man. That's some good shit." Rocco said once the door was closed. "Forget it." Rosie said slipping her gun into the waist of her jeans. "It's a family prayer. My father, his father before him that sort of shit." Rocco threw his hands up in the air, "C'mon!" Rosie shrugged, "If you'd just fuckin' pay attention you'd learn it faster." She patted his shoulder and stepped around him. The twins followed behind.
"Rosie, get in the car." Murphy said, holding the passengar door open. Rosie crossed her arm, "I'm not going to sit next to him." Rocco shook his head, "It was a mistake. Rosie, c'mon." She flipped him off, "I've lost my trust for you, Rocco." Rocco slid out of the car, "Hey! I killed three men today. I deserve a little comfort!" Rosie rolled her eyes, "So you felt her up!" Murphy stepped between the two, "Rosie, ya take the passengar seat. We'll get somethin' ta eat, and then crash somewhere." The arguing friends glared at eachother. "Get in the car, Roc." Murphy said, annoyed. Rocco looked at him, mumbling something under his breath then crawled back into the car. Murphy turned back to Rosie, "I don't understand what's wrong wit ya, but ye have ta be nice to Roc. He's having a tough time." Rosie went to reply back, but stopped, "Fine." Murphy grabbed her hand, and pulled her to the car. Once they both got in, Rosie turned around to the angry Rocco, "Hey, Roc. I'm sorry. I'm just- it's been a long day." Rocco looked at her, then sighed, "Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it." There was an awkward silence before Connor clapped his hands together, "How 'bout we get somethin' to eat?"
It was around two a.m. when they found somewhere to ear. Inside, Rosie rested her head on Murphy's shoulder as she tried to keep her eyes open. Rocco stood in front of them, pacing from side to side, "Let's talk some business here. I know a sick fuck... makes the ones we been doing look like altar boys. Worst night of my life when I met this guy." Rosie raised her head, and listened to his story. "The guy never says a fuckin' word to me, " Rocco continued, "We're driving for 25 minutes. Never a sigh, no throat clearing, nothing. And his face, blank man. Just nothing there." Rocco continued to tell them about how he killed this whole entire family. Little kids and everything. He told them about how he dragged the dead dog to the tarp he had laid out of the floor. How he dragged two kids, the two men, and the woman that he killed to the tarp as well. Rocco's face was white, as was Rosie's who sat silent between the brothers. "I stopped watching after that. I couldn't take it." Rocco sat down, his face pale and nausious. "He told me about his poker games every Saturday." Rosie watched Rocco's eyes drop to his hands that rested on the table. "I asked him what the family had done. All he fuckin' said was I don't know," He looked back up at them, tears stinging his eyes, "Worst day of my life." Rosie's hand rested on Rocco's showing her sympathy. Murphy was the first to talk, "Well, I'm sold." Connor sipped his coffee, "Don't worry, Roc. We'll do this guy right and you'll feel a lot better." Rosie nodded, but didn't say anything. All she could think about was the story. How could someone even have the thought to do that to someone? To little children. To a family that had done nothing wrong.
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