hopefully things will start making more sense, i will try and get another chapter done today but apologies if i dont manage to x
also some parts i have researched to make them more real but others i am making up so just a disclaimer the characters are my interpretations and the use of the one 'real persons name' is meant for nothing other than an anchor in the world. I own nothing but my imagination and the words it creates.
The problem with having ambition was that you had to make sacrifices. Sometimes those sacrifices were bigger than you ever imagined. Paddy Doyle wanted nothing more than power as he was growing up. His eye solely focused on the head of the Irish mob in Boston. There was only one problem with that coveted position; James 'Whitey' Bulger. Head of the Irish mob, nasty piece of work and in the way of Paddy getting what he had wanted for as long as he could remember. Paddy paid his dues, he worked his way up the ladder until he was almost Bulger's right hand man. If there was one thing he never considered in his plans, it was children.
Constance Isles had always been an over achiever, anything she set her mind to she seemed to not only accomplish but excel at. Apart from having a child. It wasn't so much that she had a burning urge to become a mother, but it was the natural progression for a woman of her age who had already become successful in her chosen career. The disappointment of not being able to conceive was a blow like Constance had never known, it was frustrating and tension pushed her and her husband apart when they could not successfully conceive. When she was approached by a young Paddy Doyle Constance did something she had rarely ever done before; she let her heart rule her head. The baby girl was small but perfect and she couldn't deny the pull on her heart when she learned that the baby could not be kept with her biological parents. Constance saw the opportunity and took it, never needing to resort to cheating in her academic life it gave her almost a kind of rush to be able to accomplish having a child without all the mess and waiting.
Maura wanted for nothing as she was growing up, one of the advantages of being an Isles. Growing up in the midst of wealth, society and privilege she had everything an average young girl dreams of; ponies, parties and boys. But Maura wasn't an average young girl, she had no use for ponies, parties and boys. With a brilliant mind all she wanted was to explore the world around her in its basest form. Being an Isles gave her a leg up when it came to schools and colleges, it was taken as red that she would attend the best boarding schools and become fluent in several languages, to make her an eligible partner. Luckily for Maura with that expensive education away from home relieved her mother's control over her interests and she was able to explore science with access to expensive equipment. She had always felt that something was different within herself compared to other girls; she never had any friends, everyone made fun of her and called her boring for her inquisitive brain, she had no interest in boys which as a teenager made her weird, she had an overactive passion for the way things were constructed, especially living things which freaked all the other children out. It wasn't something that bothered Maura, she knew she was different, always had, even her mother treated her differently to how she treated other children, it was something Maura accepted and moved on from.
Constance didn't see or hear from Paddy again, much to her relief as he stated to appear in news reports and such for violent crimes and association with the Irish mob and Bulger. Constance had never had that warmness inside her that some women had, it had always served her well, but she noticed that her bond with Maura wasn't like other mother and daughter bonds. She told herself that it wasn't her, that Maura was just independent and headstrong, somewhere buried deep inside her though she knew it wasn't just Maura, there was a small part of her that couldn't see her solely as her daughter, she was Doyle's daughter.
The children messed everything up for Doyle. He was so close to getting to where he so desperately wanted to be and now he felt like he was a million miles away again. Once he started to hatch his plant to rid himself of the problem he had to steel his heart and allow no sentiment in, unfortunately for him, just as he had prepared himself for what had to be done he met Hope Martin. Everything he had schemed and hatched seemed diabolical and dirty once she was in his life. When she fell pregnant with his baby Paddy was torn, should he step away from where he was, everything he had worked for or should he leave Hope and their child too? He made the hardest decision in his entire life and he turned to the last place on earth he ever thought he would look for help; the police. Once he turned snitch and handed Bulger to the cops he knew three lives were at stake; his own, Hope's and the baby's. Once the baby was born he gave her away to someone so far removed from him that she would never be found, he lied to Hope about their daughter dying and left her with a doubly broken heart but he couldn't reveal why he was hurting her. Once Bulger was on the run out of Boston Paddy took his chance and took over at the helm of the Irish mob and ran Boston whilst secretly checking up on his baby daughter.
Maura was twelve when she went missing. Constance was out at an art event when she got the call from the boarding school that her daughter was missing. She left the event furious, and was fully prepared to discipline Maura heavily for this stunt. Once home she discovered her daughter had not escaped home, she checked with everyone who knew them and no one had seen her. It wasn't until the police were called in that Constance suddenly felt that ice cool panic begin to seize at her heart. Hours later with no news Constance was stood in their back yard with a large glass of wine looking up at the stars with a feeling she had never experienced before; hopelessness. A rustling from the bushes startled her and she went to call out when a faintly familiar face stepped out.
Paddy had always had people watching over Maura if he couldn't be there himself, when the report came in that she was missing he immediately sprang into action, this was the day he had prayed would never happen, the day he had prepared himself for and yet it was still the day that made him more terrified than he had ever been. He made his way to Constance's house and found her out in the garden, he collected the brief bits of information she had recovered and he set out to find Maura. It wasn't long until his phone rang. That poorly disguised voice and the faint sound of boats in the background gave Paddy all the clues he needed. South Boston fish docks; One of Bulger's favourite hideaways; a big warehouse where he would take his children.