Michael sat down at a poker square-violet table as he looked at the news."You see,that's what happens when the O'Connors get close to us boys,people die and that plan was supposed to work".The three Russians all glared as Michael kept talking."You see,we are gonna need guns,more money,and cars".Michael put down a orange folder on the desk as he smiled."This is our target,her name is Rebeccah O'Connor and she's a young girl and one we could use,i've found out where some of the O'Connors are staying and it's some dump up a bar boys,so are you in or out".The three russians smiled as all of them said "IN".Michael smiled as he left the building with the boys.Michael and the russians got into the car and drove off to their next stop: The O'Connors."Alright guys,we wait for her and and we kidnap her alright,if you see someone else shoot them till they stop firing".Michael laughed."After today some of you might not even live,not even me,but that won't happen i mean after all why do you guys think i brought the
Bazooka

Carl paced back and forth in front of the O'Connor main house, murmuring to himself. "J-just had tototo get lost, didn't you?" Blood dribbled down his lip. It was a bad habit of his, biting his lip when he was thinking. "What now?" He was sure that he had missed something important at the meeting. He was unsure what he should do. So he continued to pace, watching the police swarming around the mansion, frustrated tears spilling from his eyes.

" Not quite," the brunette muttered as she kicked off her shoes and plunked herself down sideways on a chair, her back against and arm and her legs extending over the other. She kept her cool blue eyes on Jake, her eyebrow raising as he laughed. " Why not?" Rebeccah asked, clearly curious now. " Why don't I want to know?"

She tilted her head as her lips formed a pout, not entirely sure if it would work. " Tell me, please?" Beccah kept her tone sweet and playful, never moving her eyes away from the older male. " Please, please, please?" She practically begged the O'Hara.

Rebeccah was starting to get tired and grew annoyed with her own behaviour, quickly discarding her horrible idea. " Is there somewhere I can sleep?" She asked as a large yawn broke free, which she covered with her hand politely.

She found her thoughts wandering and she was curious as to how her family was doing? If they were safe or not? Where they were staying... the list of questions flew through her mind, one after the other, as she lay her head against the back of the chair and closed her eyes with a sigh.

If Jake answered her question, Rebeccah hadn't heard as she felt herself begin to doze. Sounds were no longer clear to her and she could feel her eyes stinging. That's right, she'd been awake since before five this morning cramming for her exam; Rebeccah was clearly exhausted now, especially after the day she'd had. And she could only wonder what else would come her way.

Jake sighed as Rebeccah started to fall asleep. Without saying anything he walks over to the girl he picks her up and carried her to the only bed in the stupid little apartment. Setting her on the bed he lets out a breath of relief, he could finally relax a bit. He walks out of the room and slowly walks to the living room grabbing a blanket on his way. Laying down othe couch he faces the door and puts his gun under his pillow. Then he closed his eyes and set his internal clock to wake him an hour from then.

Blare smiled at Fi. "I know what you mean." Blare said, he laid his head back. "Getting shot really takes the energy out of you." Blare joked, he hated being shot but it was part of his job, the first time he had been shot it was in the shoulder and he nearly died. But now Blare didn't even have to go to the hospital, he could do everything on his own. Blare did appreciate the help from Fiona though.

Blare smiled as she laid down by him, a little closer than she would around the family, Blare smiled Okay, He said to himself happily. Blare felt safe now, not because he had his rifle now, not because he was in a safe house no, because he was with Fi. She understood him and his work, it was like she knew him like they had known each other since they were little kids.

Blare was getting worried so he took out his phone and dialed a number quickly. he pressed talk. "Pick up Carl come on." he said, Carl was his son, his mother had given birth to him then ran off somewhere where Blare would never find her, Blare loved Carl like no other though, he loved him more than his mother.

She woke up a little later with a start, shooting up into a sitting position as her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. Where was she? Rebeccah's eyes narrowed as the events of the early evening rushed into her mind all at once. " Damn it!" She swore as she leapt off the bed and stepped across the room to the door, turning the knob and opening it quietly. Thank whomever made sure the place was in working condition, she thought as the door made no sound and she silently made her way to the living room where she saw Jake sleeping on the couch. Rebeccah couldn't help the string of curses that she let out under her breath as she saw him, he was facing the door and she was sure he had his gun with him. One small, out of place noise and she'd be shot without a second glance.

And to think, all she wanted was to get out of the claustrophobically tiny apartment. Then an idea came into her thought but she wasn't sure if it would work and she retraced her steps, closing the bedroom door behind her and locking it, to look out the bedroom window. Outside were standard fire escape stairs, the teenager noted as she eyed the window for traps. There was no way she wanted to be killed by trying to open a stupid window just to stand outside.

Jake shot up, something wasn't right. Rushing to the room he had put Rebeccah he sees her trying to open the window. "What the hell are you doing? You're going to get yourself killed." He grabs her hand and pulls her away from the window. " do you know nothing about keeping yourself safe?" he was amazed by how stupid this girl could be.
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Fi looked over at Blare, he was calling his son, Carl. " do you think he's ok?" she asks quietly. She didn't know what it was like to be a parent, but she knew what it was like to be an older sister and being a parent must be kind if similar.

Flashing blue lights filled the streets, and loud screeching sirens. "Coppa's," she said mockingly, flipping a switch in the dashboard that slid a new license plate over her old one.

Tinkering had always been her hobby. Mechanical, electrical, she could make it work. Hiding her identity was something she was...well...known for. No one outside the family knew her name. To New York, she as Madame Fleur, Mistress of Club Paris.
To the family she was Quinn, part time inventor, full time thief. Her nimble hands, and keen understanding of the way things worked she easily picked any lock or safe in front of her. She built her own devices, like the ones planted in her car. Beautiful and deadly smart.

Quinn swooped up to the house, she had seen the police lights from the distance, and saw Carl pacing in front of the house. She had cared for his father when he was a child, and eventually cared for Carl as well. Though she hadn't seen him in a while, she immediately recognized his nervous gate and rolled down her window from the street, calling out to him, "Hey! Come on, We gotta get outta here!!"
I guess something went down during the meeting...What the fuck is going on? She angrily pitched her cigarette butt out the window and motioned for his to hurry. She threw open the passenger door and yelled, "Get in, Lets Go!"

She'd barely managed to slide the window up, since it kept getting stuck, when Jake burst through the door. Rebeccah turned around immediately, eyes wide with shock, only to have him grab her hand and pull her away from the now open window. " You'd think that would be obvious," she retorted as she gestured at the small square of hope behind her. " I was opening a bloody window..." As she said this, her long brown hair was suddenly blowing as the wind decided to make its appearance and have its own say on what was going on.

Beccah ignored her hair and added quickly, " And you would have shot me if I went out the front door." She motioned to herself with a sweep of her arm, " Claustrophobic here."

She stared at him with icy eyes, her gaze colder than the breeze. " And yes, I do actually, but you won't let me prove that!" With that said, Rebeccah wrenched her hand from his grasp and stormed past him, no destination in particular. She wouldn't be able to avoid him for long in this tiny apartment anyway which she found ironic since, only a few hours ago, she was actually being nice and starting to not mind the man. All that went out the window, literally, when he decided to freak on her. Again.

Rubbing his face with his hands Jake sighs, then h fallows Rebeccah out of the room. Finding her he says " look, I'm sorry I was going to give you the rundown on what not to do in a situation like this but you fell asleep." then he looks the door. " I'm sorry but you can't leave here. We have to stay in here until your father calls, and standing by windows is just begging to get shot by anyone watching the house. So please stay away from the windows." he sits down on the couch again.

Rebeccah sat in the chair she had been in earlier, her feet up and her knees tucked under her chin, as she made a point of not looking at the bodyguard. She was absolutely furious; with her father for leaving her in Jake's care and not calling and with Jake for obeying Liam without question. There were more people but these two were the most prominent in her mind, the ones she really wanted to give a piece of her mind. But she wouldn't, especially to her father, for obvious reasons.

" Sorry, I fell asleep," she muttered caustically. " I tend to do that when I have exams that are followed by bad news and a shoot-out at my own house." She turned her cold eyes to the blond, " And I'm stuck with someone who I don't agree with which my father knew when he arranged this stupid 'bodyguard' thing. He should have just sent me to Ireland, I'd be happier there." This last was complete lie and Rebeccah hoped he wouldn't call her out on it. He'd have thought of his own reasons why but she certainly would have hated being so far from her family and friends. That was it.

She sighed as she turned her own gaze to the door, trying to calculate some sort of plan in her head. " So I can't go outside, can't get fresh air, can't even let people know I'm okay." Rebeccah now bit her lip hard enough to draw a steady stream of blood from the wound, which she swallowed with distaste. " Great.."

Making a desioton that could very well get himself killed Jake pulls out his own phone. " this is the O'hara line. It's safe enough for you to make one call." he hands it to his protectee " make it count." he says before walking to each window closing the curtains. He could kind of understand what Rebeccah was going through, that didn't giver her the right to be as rude as she was but he kind of got why she was so upset.

Rebeccah stared at Jake, doubt crossing her features as she felt the small mobile be slipped into her hand. Wouldn't he get in trouble for this? And who was she supposed to call? Her father had specifically said he would be the one to call, no one else. The teenager turned her gaze to the screen as she looked through the contacts, not sure if Blare was in there or not. If not, Fiona would be since she was Jake's sister and who would be with her brother? Fiona, of course.

She knew her brother wasn't so good at actually answering his phone so, instead of dialling his number, she settled for Fiona. With the click of a button, Rebecah lifted the phone to her ear and listened. One ring. Two rings. Three..

Pick up, pick up..

Her lips moved as she thought this but no actual words came out. Cool blue eyes stared at the closed curtains with annoyance as she heard the light click that told her someone had, in fact, picked up after all. She didn't wait for them to speak first.

" It's me," Rebeccah didn't bother to say her name, she was the youngest female in her family so it'd be quite obvious who she was. " Is Blare okay?" At this point her eyes flickered to Jake before returning to the curtain, her eyes calm for once.

When she was almost asleep Fi hears her phone ring. " this better be important." she says getting off the the couch and grabbing her phone. Before she could say anything she hears " It's me," it was Rebeccah, Fi rolled her eyes. She wasn't a huge fan of the princess but her heart melted slightly when she hears " Is Blare okay?".

"yeah, he's fine, just a few bumps and bruises." she smiles slightly, knowing how worried the girl must be. " what about my little brother is he alright?" she asks her worry creeping in to her voice.

Letting out a relieved sigh at Fiona's words, Rebeccah allowed herself a small smile. Good, he wasn't hurt too bad then. She'd been worried when the bullets had been going everywhere and, especially with her brothers track record, terrified he'd end up with several more bullet holes in his body. Which he definitely didn't need any more of.

" Jake's fine and, as far as I can tell, no damage whatsoever." She glanced to the male as she said this, raising her eyebrows as though she was waiting for him to argue that point. " He's taking his job quite seriously too," she added, rolling her eyes. That'd make Fiona glad as it would tell her that Jake was being extremely careful about everything. " Anyway, I have to go. Jake only allowed me one call," Rebeccah paused for a moment, her eyes thoughtful. " Would you like to speak with him?"

" Jake's fine and, as far as I can tell, no damage whatsoever." Fi let out a sigh of relief hearing that her baby brother was ok. She laughed when she heard " He's taking his job quite seriously too," Fi wasn't surprised, her brother was a little broody that way. " Anyway, I have to go. Jake only allowed me one call," Rebeccah paused for a moment, then asked. " Would you like to speak with him?"

"No that's alright, just tell him to lay off the brooding for me. It doesnt suit him." Fi says smiling slightly.

" Alright," Rebeccah responded quietly, " And thank you Fiona, for the shoes too." With that said, she disconnected the call and, after making sure Jake was prepared for it, she tossed his cellphone back to him. " Thanks O'Hara," she murmured before adding, slightly louder. " Your sister said to tell you; lay off the brooding, it doesn't suit you."

" Anyway, now that I feel a little assured about that, I'm going to have a shower." She stood and stretched, feeling her stiff muscle protest. " Towels would be in the bathroom, I assume?" Rebeccah looked to Jake as she asked this, her eyes showing how much she just wanted her space.

Michael opened up his phone and checked the time."Alright,we head out through the back and then you guys start shooting anyone who doesn't look like Rebeccah,and if you find her then take her back to the safe-house ok".Michael smiled."Oh,and if the O'Connors come then i suggest you better run i mean their are more of them and besides when are the dominicans gonna help us out here".The one in the front seat next to michael chuckled."Well,when you finally move the O'Connors out of territory they will help you".Michael wiped his face as he scractched his head."Alright boys,let's go,let's go".The three russians ran around to the back and ran in from the behind as Michael pulled out his bazooka and fired at the small house.He took out his sunglasses and put them on as he smiled."What a beautiful world these days".

(DERP)

Carl looked at the open door, uncomfortably. This woman obviously knew him, and she looked familiar to him, but he was still unsure. He was awful with names. The seat squeaked as he sat down. He didn't want to upset her. "Do.. do you know what h-happened?" he asked. Before she could answer, Carl's cell phone rang. "DAD!" he shouted into the phone, the twin streams on his face becoming rivers. "I got l-lost.. and and then- the house.. and cops everywhere.. and and.."

Jake nods, " yeah, they are all in there." he sits down on the couch. "Just let me know when your done. I could use one myself." he leans back and turns on the tv.

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" Sweet," the brunette muttered as she swiftly walked down the hall and into the bathroom, the door closing a little louder than was necessary behind her. She hadn't meant to do that, she thought in surprise but she shook this off as she pulled a large fluffy white towel from the closet. Rebeccah hung it up as she started the water, waiting until it was a good temperature before pulling the thing that made the water come out the shower head.



She felt refreshed as she stepped from the tub and grabbed her towel, rubbing the water from her eyes before wrapping the fluffy material around her and securing it by tucking a corner under the little makeshift dress she had going on. Rebeccah sighed as she wrung out her long brown hair over the tub, it always seemed to soak and retain the water, before grabbing another smaller towel to dry off her hair a bit. She hung this up to dry as she picked up her clothes and left the room.

" Shower's free," Beccah called to Jake, swiftly stepping into the bedroom to close the door behind her. She wondered if there was any clothes in that mahogany dresser and quickly went to look. Pulling open the top drawer caused Beccah to have to hold in a laugh. It was full of underwear and bra's but that wasn't the humorous part; it was the lingerie her pale eyes had seen that caused her small outburst. Closing that with another light giggle, she opened the next and found dozens of shirts and, in the drawer below that, jeans. Some were feminine but most were for a man, that much she could tell. Something seeming odd to her, Rebeccah walked over to the tiny closet and peeked inside, seeing skirts and a few extremely revealing dresses inside. Shoes lined the bottom of the closet, mostly heels, and took up every inch of space on the floor. She bent down to get a look at the sizes, most were either a size 6 or 7 which meant Rebeccah would most definitely be able to wear them.

" So, whomever stayed here last liked his toys dressed up.." The teenager muttered under her breath, hardly surprised as she held her towel to herself and stood. Apparently, this was according to Quinn, most people enjoyed dressing up just to have kinky sex. She'd told Rebeccah that when the girl had turned 10 and the girl had never forgotten.

With a shrug, Rebeccah pulled one pair of heeled sandals and walked over to the dresser again to have another, closer, look. She pulled a pair of shorts, a white long sleeved lace top and, after rummaging through the underwear drawer, a white bandeau to wear underneath. These were the most respectable bits of clothing she could find other than her own boring t-shirt, jeans and red converse.

She dried off before throwing her hair up in the towel and got dressed, hardly uncomfortable in the outfit as it was something she probably would have worn at one time or another anyway. Rebeccah gave a light sigh as she decided to put the heels on later, if she ever got to leave this place, and walked out of the room to the living room area. She was drying her hair the entire short walk.

Noticing Jake was still sitting on the couch, she stepped closer before speaking softly, " The shower's free, you know.."

"It's okay son." Blare spoke into the phone trying to soothe his son. "It will be okay, come to this address." Blare continued giving him the address, the he sighed. "Hurry up son, and stay safe, there is another family out there, use that gun I gave you well and be smart." Blare said then he sighed again. "Okay bye son." Blare said then he hung up hoping the line wasn't being monitored. Blare looked at Fi. "How's my sis?" He asked her, he may not have liked her but he didn't want to run the family alone.

Shaking his head Jake turns and looks at Rebeccah. " Oh, thanks." he says walking in to the bed room and grabbing a pair of dark blue jeans and a comfortable button up shirt. Then he walks in to the bathroom and turns on the shower.
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After the quickest shower in his life Jake steps out of the shower, dries off then throws on the clothes he brought with him. Opening the door he walks in to the main room. Taking up his sitting position on the couch he says " You know your old man better than me, when do you think he'll call?"

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Fi smiles at Blare, " She's fine. A little miffed at my brother but all is well." then pointing at his phone she asks " How's Carl? did her make it ok?" she was worried about the young O'Connor, he had a habit of getting himself in to trouble.

"Carl is okay, I think the Corleans are backing off a bit, well after how many of those cocks we killed." He said, he smiled at Fi. He put his arm around her shoulders. "So have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Blare asked flirty, he knew he usually wasn't like that but he couldn't help himself.