Abigail leaned against the front door of the mansion for a bit, listening to the sound of Rebecca's groaning. She shook her head, remembering that she had a job to complete. She walked towards her boss' mansion, moving quickly because she had a favor to ask of him. She couldn't let that boy get hurt again, so she wanted him to get some sort of protection. She walked up to the Petrovski mansion, barely noticing who opened the door. Vitto scowled.

'You're late...' he hissed.

'I got away as quickly as I could, sir...' said Abigail timidly.

Vitto sucked his teeth. He held out his hand, gesturing for the items.

'What was the delay, Abigail?' he asked as she handed him the documents and the flash drive.

'I ran into someone I know,' said Abigail, 'she wanted me to meet her husband.'

'Who is this person?' asked Vitto.

'No one you would know,' said Abigail smoothly, 'she and her sister babysat me when my family lived in Detroit.'

Vitto growled. He got up from his desk, punching Abigail. She fell to the floor, clutching her nose. Vitto grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look up at him.

'How much of this information have you shared with the MacManus brothers, Abigail?' he snarled, 'huh?'

'I haven't shared anything...' hissed Abigail, 'I know better than that...'

Vitto snarled. He picked her up, throwing her into the chair.

'I want you to go back to their mansion and make nice with the brothers,' he commanded, 'let them see how trustworthy they are.'

Abigail frowned.

'Why do you want me to do that?' she wheezed.

Vitto smirked.

'I want you to take a knife and cut out their hearts,' he said, 'make nice with them. Once you gain their trust, cut their hearts out and bring them to me.'

Abigail stared up at her boss in horror. She couldn't hurt Rebecca and Emily like that, especially since they have kids.

'I can't do something like that!' she said, 'I can't!'

Vitto slapped her. Abigail bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Vitto grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look him in the eye.

'You can and you will,' he snarled, ' but you need to go get the weapon first. I want you to go back to the last place I sent you. Find a knife there and keep it on you until you do the job.'

Abigail nodded slowly. She knew she didn't have any other choice but to obey him. Vitto let go of her jaw, turning to walk back to his desk. But Abigail spoke up.

'Mr. Petrovsky?' she said.

Vitto stopped.

'Yes, dear?' he said.

'How long have I worked for you?' asked Abigail.

'Going on three years now,' said Vitto, 'what do you want?'

'Connor and I stopped a boy from being attacked,' said Abigail breathlessly, ' I want you to make sure that never happens to him again. I want him protected.'

Vitto growled.

'You expect this of me, yet you balk at doing one tiny favor for me?' he snarled, 'are you serious?'

'You're asking me to kill someone,' said Abigail coolly, 'I've never done something like that before.'

Vitto smiled. He knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in his.

'You will not disappoint me, Abigail,' he said, 'you have yet to do so, and you will not start now. I will have two hearts. Either you will bring me the ones belonging to the MacManus brothers, or someone else will bring me the ones that belong to you and this boy of yours. The choice is yours.'

'You'll protect the boy if I agree to do this?' asked Abigail.

Vitto laughed.

'Oh, no, Abigail...' he said, 'you will do the job regardless. If you wish protection for the boy, you will have to pay another price.'

Abigail gulped.

'What do you want?' she whispered.

'It's not what I want, Abigail...' said Vitto, 'Afanasi will be taking care of seeing that the boy is protected. It's only fair that he get what he wants in return.'

'What does he want?' asked Abigail, dreading the answer.

Vitto chuckled darkly.

'He wants you,' he said, 'do we have a deal?'

Abigail swallowed.

'Yes...' she whispered, 'we have a deal...'

Meanwhile

Everyone was gathered in the living room watching Rebecca give birth. Connor and Dillon were holding her hands while Michael documented it. Alyssa checked her dilation, nodding when everything was confirmed.

'Okay, Becca...' she said, 'I want you to push as hard as you can with this next contraction...'

Rebecca whimpered. She barely had time to respond as another contraction came over her. She screamed, pushing as hard as she could. She collapsed back against Murphy who was supporting her back. Connor brushed his thumb along her knuckles.

'Ye go' this, Baby Girl...' he soothed, 'ye go' this...'

Rebecca shook her head. She pushed again, panting and groaning in pain at the effort. Michael moved in slightly closer, his black eyes full of wonder as he filmed Rebecca giving birth to her second set of twins.

'Keep pushing, Becca!' said Alyssa, 'I can see the head!'

Rebecca's screams echoed throughout the room as she pushed again. Alyssa reached in gently to turn the baby around. Emily was at the ready to cut the cord.

'Alright, Becca!' said Alyssa, 'one more push!'

Dillon cringed as Rebecca screamed one last time. Alyssa pulled the baby into her arms, cleaning its mouth and nose before dipping the towel in the water to clean the blood off. She looked up at Emily.

'Come on,' she said, 'come cut your nephew's cord.'

'Duncan...' whispered Rebecca.

Emily helped Alyssa cut the cord. She wrapped the baby boy up in a blanket, handing him to Connor. She smiled, kissing her brother-in-law on the cheek.

'He's beautiful, Connor,' she whispered.

Connor looked down in amazement at his newborn son. He had bright, platinum blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes. He smiled.

'Welcome to tha world, Duncan Percy,' he cooed, 'yer as beautiful as I thought you'd be.'

Duncan looked up in amazement at his father. He yawned, reaching out a tiny hand. Rebecca smiled.

'He's so...'

Her sentence was cut short. She gasped as she felt another contraction seize her.

'Connor...' she gasped, 'hand him to Emily...we got another one!'

Connor hissed. He handed Duncan off to Emily, rushing to his wife's side again. He held her hand firmly, coaxing her in Gaelic as she began to cry.

'Alright, Rebecca!' said Alyssa, 'let's see your fourth addition! PUSH!'

Rebecca squeezed Dillon and Connor's hands tight as she pushed. She collapsed against her brother-in-law, panting as she pushed again.

Alyssa reached in to turn the second baby around. Rebecca screamed her loudest scream as she brought her fourth baby into the world. Alyssa did the same thing she did before. Emily handed Murphy Duncan before moving to cut the cord, wrapping the second baby up in a blanket. She beamed.

'Congratulations, Connor,' she said, 'you have your boys.'

'Stepney...' whispered Rebecca weakly.

Murphy handed Duncan to Rebecca as Emily handed Stepney to Connor. Connor grinned at his newborn son resting in his arms.

'So beautiful...' he whispered.

Alyssa got up slowly. Connor grinned, pulling her into a tight hug with his free arm.

'Tank ye, lass,' he said, lightly kissing her on the lips, 'we owe ye one.'

Alyssa laughed.

'I wouldn't advise you allowing Chris or Becca seeing you do that,' she teased.

Connor chuckled. He looked down at Stepney, gently bouncing his son in his arms.

'Ye go' yer Mommy's 'air...' he said in amazement, 'an' yer eyes...'

'They got my eye shape,' corrected Rebecca, 'but they're blue like yours.'

Connor chuckled. Alyssa spoke up.

'Why don't you hand Stepney to Aunt Emily so we can get Dillon something to eat?'

Connor nodded. He handed Stepney off to Emily, following Dillon and Alyssa into the kitchen.

'Where's that other girl that was here?' asked Alyssa, 'Abigail?'

'I don't know...' said Dillon/

Connor growled.

'She left ta finish tha' job, didn' she?' he snarled.

'She said she'd be right back...' said Dillon, 'but it's been over an hour...'

Just then, they heard the sound of gunshots. Connor growled.

'I'll be righ' back...' he said.

Before Alyssa or Dillon could stop him, Connor slipped out the back door.

The bullets shattered the window around her as Abigail climbed through it. She lost her grip and fell the two stories down to the concrete walk, groaning as she landed. Pain radiated from her knee and shoulder, and she could feel glass in her arms, face, hands, and legs. More glass fell on top of her as the men shooting at her came to the window. She forced herself to her feet, feeling a pain in her side, realizing she must have hit it when she fell.

Connor hurried through the streets, heading toward the sound of the gun shots. He knew the police wouldn't be coming to help anyone. They never came to this area unless someone specifically called for them. He growled as he came within view of the mansion and saw the men with guns. He quickly pulled out his Desert Eagles and started returning fire, searching for any sign of Abigail.

'Come on, Abi...' he whispered, 'where are ye?'

Abigail heard the sound of more gun shots coming from a new direction. She forced herself to move faster, slipping back through the iron fence and hurrying out into the street, hoping to blend in as she panted. She barely made it to the corner before doubling over, unable to get her breath. She fell to her knees, hearing footsteps running behind her. It was over. The gun men were coming for her, and she would be unable to complete Mr. Petrovsky's job. Not only would he not have Afanasi protect Dillon, but he would ensure the boy was killed so that he could have his heart to replace the ones she had failed to get.

Connor rushed over as soon as he caught sight of Abigail. He slipped one of his Eagles back into his peacoat before scooping the girl into his arms, noting the mess she was in as he continued to fire back at the men after her.

'Oh, Abigail...' he whispered, 'wha' 'ave ye done?'