Rosie tapped her foot impatiently on the floor of the car. Smecker had entered a restaurant and was taking forever. Taking on more look at the door, she opened the glove department and pulled out the gun inside it. Pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail, she exited the car, and ran towards Poppa Joe's house. She made it to the house without being noticed. Slowly, she inched her way up to the door. Just her luck, it was unlocked. Opening it as quietly as she could, she snuck in and crept down the hallway. Her pace quickened as she imagined the worse. She rounded a corner and collided with a man. The impact knocked her to the ground. In the process she dropped the gun and it slide away from her. Wincing, she crawled to it, but was to slow. The man picked her up, flinging her over his shoulder, and started carrying her down the hallway. He stopped outside a huge gray door, and let her drop to the floor. Poppa Joe, also known as Yakavetta, stared down at her, "Aw, little lady come to save the day." He looked up at the men around him, "There's only one way to get them to talk." He pulling out a gun, he grabbed her hair and opened the door. Stepping inside, Rosie saw her three friends tied to chairs. They all made noise and tried to break free when they saw her. Yakavetta shut the door and dropped her to the ground, kicking her in the stomach, "Stay down." She crawled away from him, clutching her stomach. "Rosie!" Murphy yelled. She sat up and watched the Italian man walk up to her friends. He raised his gun and shot Rocco in the chest. No words, just a shot to the chest. Rosie screamed, tears streaming down her face, as Rocco's chair fell backwards. "Rocco!" Connor yelled. Murphy rocked himself over, to lay next to Rocco, who gasped for breath. "And just for the hell of it." Yakavetta smirked, "I'll kill the broad as well." Murphy tried to break out of his chains as Yakavetta pulled Rosie out of the room.
"Chappy. Me and the other men are going up stairs. I want you to kill her, right here. Make sure the boys inside can hear it. Then come up stairs. Got it." Yakavetta let Rosie fall to the ground. Her head was throbbing and she had no weapons. Chappy nodded in agreement and was left alone with Rosie. "Stand up!" He yelled pointing his gun at her. She slowly did as she was told, leaning against the door. Inside she could hear the soft cries of the twins. They were praying. Chappy pulled back the hammer on the gun and readied himself. Rosie shut her eyes, waiting for it to all be over. Then she heard the gunshot. Another scream escaped from the room, making Rosie open her eyes. Chappy laid dead on the floor. And standing behind him, was the man from the house. Rosie swallowed hard, scared and shaking. Something about him was fimilar. It was his eyes, but she couldn't figure out why. She watched him drag the body to a small room on the left then look at her. "Run." He said handing her a gun. Rosie didn't make a second thought. Taking the gun, she raced towards the way she had come. Turning another corner, she ran into someone again. This time, she knew the man. It was Smecker. He was dressed as a woman but she didn't care as she threw her arms around him balling. He held her, "It's okay darlin'. It's okay. C'mon let's get out of here." They raced outside to Smecker's car, pulling it down the street some before they sat and waited. After twenty long, dreading minutes, three figures raced behind the car, the tallest was carry another limp body. Rosie knew who two of them were. She jumped from the car, "Murphy!" The dark haired boy stopped and spun around. Connor looked back as well, both in shock. Rosie started crying once again and raced into Murphy's arms. He opened his arm just as she jumped into it, hugging his neck tightly. "We thought you were dead." Connor said hugging her, once Murphy put her down. "He saved me." Rosie huffed, smiling from ear to ear. The brother's looked back at the man holding Rocco. "He's our father." Murphy said, sending her a smile. She nodded, "I know. I saw it in his eyes." Smecker walked up, his heels clicking against the sidewalk, "Don't say a fuckin' word." The boys snickered as the five stood around, happy to be alive. "What happened to your hand?" Rosie said noticing Murphy blooded and bruised right hand. He looked to his brother then to her, "Only way to get it out of the cuffs. I'll be fine." She sighed up at him, "I'm just happy you're alive." She took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. When they pulled apart she turned to Connor. "You as well." Leaning over, she kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Did you kill him?" Rosie asked, staring at the boys over the table. Smecker had taken them back to the station. "It's the only safe place right now." He had said setting coffee down in front of them. Now it was just the four of them, Rosie, the brothers and their father, Noah. "No, he left before we were able ta get out. But that won't stop us." Murphy said, leaning forward. Rosie sighed, "That's what I fear." "Don't worry, lass. I'll keep the boys as safe as I can." Noah stepped up to the three of them, looking down on the young girl. She looked up at him, before standing, "This isn't just a walk in the park. You're going out and risking your lives." She turned to the twins before leaving the room. Walking down the hallway, she bypassed Smecker and the other investigators who tried to talk. Stepping outside, she stood on the steps. The wind made her pull her jacket closer around her chest. "Rosie." A voice behind her made her jump. Turning around she saw Connor in the door way. Huffing, she turned back around. Connor shook his head, and stepped outside next to her, "Jaysus, it's cold out 'ere." Rosie continued to ignore him. "This is 'bout Murph, ain't it? Yer scared somethin' will happen to 'im." Rosie looked to him now, "Not just him. You too. You're my best friend, Con. I can't lose you either." Connor laughed, his breath in the air, "Rosie," he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Don't ever stop fallin' in love with 'im, got it?" Rosie looked up at him, a soft smile on her face, "Never." He chuckled once again, placing a kiss on her forehead, "Now get inside! It's fuckin' cold out 'ere!" Rosie let out a laugh as Connor shoved her inside. Waiting in the lobby was Murphy. He smiled when he saw the two enter. "A'right, give 'em some privacy. Everyone out!" Connor shooed everyone from the room. Murphy rubbed the back of his neck, like a teenage boy. "Are you okay?" He asked looking down at Rosie. She nodded, "I'm fine. Just needed some air." She took his hand, and made him look in her in the eye, "Promise me something." Murphy nodded, "Anything." "That you'll try your fucking hardest to keep you and your brother safe? That you'll think before you do anything." Murphy nodded again, "I promise." Rosie cupped his face, "You don't want to do something permantely stupid, because you were temporarily angry." Murphy let out a laugh, as he pulled her close to him, "I promise, Rosie." With that, they kissed softly. But only briefly, because everyone in the building was clapping and whooping. Rosie buried her face in Murphy neck, laughing along with him.
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