The next day all four sat in the back of a white van. Rocco and Connor loaded guns and made sure they had everything. Rosie and Murphy sat in the front watching a house. Finally a young boy pulled out of the driveway on his bike and took of down the street. "There he goes." Murphy said turning to the back and grabbing his guns, "Okay, gentlemen," He smiled at Rosie,"And lass. Are we ready to bring this man into the light? Are we ready to truly do the work o' the Lord?" Connor cocked his gun, smirking, "A-fuckin'- men!" Rocco bounced excited, "This is so fuckin' cool!" Murphy turned to Rosie and pushed her knee. She gave him a small smile before climbing out of the van. The boys looked at eachother confused then followed her. They entered through the garage, the twins eyeing Rosie curious, knowing something was wrong. Going through the house, Rocco grabbed the wife and they pulled her to the back gate. She slowly punched in the numbers of the code. Once the gate beeps, Rocco pulled out a stun gun and zapped her. Her legs immediately gave out, but before she could fall, Rosie caught her head and then slowly laid her down. Connor went to grab the door knob but Rocco stopped him. They waited, guns drawn, and focused on the door knob. Soon the knob turned and they kicked it in. All four lined up shoulder to shoulder, guns aimed. Rosie looked to Rocco, who scanned the room. "All of them!" He shouted and then the guns go blaring. Two men hide under the pool table, but Rocco saw them. He readied his gun, but stopped. Smiling he turned to Rosie, "Your turn babe." She smiled, and dropped to her knees. Raising her guns, she gave the two men a wink and sent bullets to both the men's heads, killing them. Connor and Murphy clapped and helped her stand.
Rocco removed his mask and looked at all the bodies, "Shit!.. Shit! He ain't here!" Murphy spun around, "What the fuck do you mean?" Rocco ran a hand through his hair, "I mean he aint' here." Connor huffed angrily, "Look again for fuck sake!" Rocco threw his hands up in the air, "I know what the fuck he looks like!" Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened, and outstepped the man they were looking for. Rocco tried to angle his gun around it to shoot him, but the man hit him with a towel rack. Rocco dropped both guns in pain, setting on off. It fires into the man's stomach making him stumble back against the wall. The man looked into Rocco's face and immediately knew who it was. They began wrestling around the room. Murphy tried to help but Rosie and Connor stopped him. "Let the boy go!" Connor shouted. Rocco was pinned to the ground, being choked. He looked at his friends in disbelief. "C'mon Roc!" Rosie and Murphy say almost in unison. Rocco finally got the upper hand and flipped the two over. Rosie let out a gasp in fear and excitement as they battled it out on the floor. "Help me you assholes!" Rocco yelled, but the three stayed put. "He's gonna kill me!" Rocco fought harder, "I don't want to die!" Murphy was aching to help but Connor and Rosie were more steady. A man who has been shot started to regain consciousness. He grabbed his gun, that lay next to him and fired a bullet into Rosie's leg. She screamed and dropped to the ground. Connor turned, fired a shot into the man's head and knelt down next to Rosie. Murphy saw his opportunity and pulled the cue ball from the table. He rolled it to Rocco before moving over to Rosie as well. Connor was examining her leg, as she tried not to cry. She had seen Murphy roll the ball and was focused on keeping Connor's attention. The bother switched places, so that Murphy could look at the wound. Rocco straddled the man and began beating his face with the ball. Rosie watched in horror as Rocco continued to beat the dead man, "You sick fuck!" He finally stopped, turned to the others, and ran at them. He threw an exhausted punch at Connor, who flipped him up on the pool table. Rocco slowly calmed down. Connor patted his shoulder, "Nicely done, boy." He stepped over to the lifeless man, as Rosie stood up. She took the pool ball from Rocco's hand and polished it off on her jacket, placing it back on the table so Connor didn't see. Murphy gave her a small nod, before wrapping his arm around her waist. She threw her arm around his shoulder, and leaned off her leg. Connor turned back to them confused, "How did ya do that, Roc?" Rocco sat up and shrugged. He grabbed two duffle bags full of money and waited for the boys to do their thing.
Once they finished, they headed to the front door. Rosie was braced between Connor and Murphy. Rocco was slightly ahead of them. They all stopped and stared at the man in all black. It was quiet for only a moment before the man threw open his trench coat reveal a special vest underneath. Six guns, all different, were holstered on the front of it. Connor and Murphy don't hesitate. They draw their guns and lay their arm over each of Rocco's shoulders. Rosie leaned against the door frame, her own gun ready. The man drew his guns as well and all at the same time, they begin firing. Soon Rocco is hit and he rolled off into the bushes. Murphy caught a bullet in the arm as he went down he grabbed Rosie, pulling her out of the line of fire. Connor is the only one left. Murphy continued to fire, while Rosie watched in horror, suspecting her friend to die any minutes. Instead the man in the street was hit in the arm. He fired one shot, hitting Connor in the leg. Blood splatter all over the ground the man, "No!... No! No!..." Rosie watched him pull out two more guns and kept firing. Everyone continued to fire, even Rosie now. Finally the man turned and ran away. In a hurry the boys and Rosie got up, and pulled out spary bottles from their bags. They began spraying all their own blood stains on the stoop and the front of the white house. They then picked up their things and ran off.
Ten mintues later, they burst into Rocco's mother's house, yelling at eachother. They were all bleeding profusely from their wounds, Rosie barely being able to stand. Connor turned on the gas stove and slammed a clothing iron down onto the burner. He had wrapped the cord around the handle so it won't burn. They all ripped their clothes haphazardly and made tourniquets to nurse their wounds. Murphy helped Rosie into a chair at the kitchen table. "Who the fuck was he, Rocco? I know ya fuckin' know!" Connor yelled. "Fuck you! I told you I never saw him before!" Rocco yelled back. "Well he sure as fuck knew ye!" Murphy yelled standing up. "Fuck you! Ya ask me, he was aiming at you!" Rocco yelled back at him. "All of you, shut the fuck up," Rosie yelled from her seat, "He didn't fuckin' like any of us!" The boys looked at her and are silent for a moment then go back to fighting eachother. "Hey!" Rosie yelled over them They all look at her, "What!" She pointed to the smoking iron on the stove, "It's ready." Connor stepped over to it and picked it up, "Whose first?" Murphy sighed and laid his arm down on the table. Rosie took his other hand and held it tightly. Rocco held him down as Connor held the iron to his wound. Next was Rocco. Connor had to pratically sit on him, as Murphy burnt the stub where his finger used to be. Then it was Connor's turn. Murphy and Rocco held him down as Rosie laid the iron on his leg. He tried not to scream and his face turned red. "Okay, Rosie, it's yer turn." Murphy said. Connor moved her leg up onto the table. She gripped Rocco's hand, and stared down at the wound on her leg. Connor went to place the iron on it, but she moved her leg away. Rocco grabbed it and held it on the table. Connor sighed, not wanting to hurt her, and looked to his brother. "Just look at me, Rose," Murphy said, taking Rosie's head in his hands, "Just look at me." Rosie whimped but stared into Murphy's eyes. There was a moment where nothing happened. Connor couldn't bring himself to do it. Finally Rocco grabbed Connor's arm and shoved it down, making the iron come in contact with Rosie's wound. Tears streamed down her face, but she stayed calm. Rocco released Connor's hand and backed away from the fist coming at him. Rosie and Murphy stayed staring at eachother. "Yer alright now, Rosie." Murphy whispered. Rosie closed her eyes as he kissed her head and stood up.
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