New York

"Damnit!" Fi says running after Blare. Once in the garage she hears Rebeccah complain that she needs shoes taking off hers she tosses them to the girl. "There you go, now get you little ass in that car and don't complain." Jake grabs Rebeccah and tosses her in the car. " I'm going to take her to a safe house." Fi nods and hops in a car.
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Liam follows his family and gets in the car with his wife. " Groups of two, get to a safe house and stay there till I call." he yells before he drives out of the garage.

(( Oh, wow. I'm sorry. take your time.))

Blare nodded, he hops in the car Fi is in. "Let's get the hell out of here." Blare says, he looks at his leg bleeding, the blood flow was beginning to slow Blare struggled to not let the pain phase him. Blare watched his spoiled little sister complain about everything, that pissed him off, if she would have been raised the way he was she would be way more quiet. She was a spoiled brat, even though Blare loved her he thought she deserved a good smack every once and a while.

Blare looked at his father surprised he hadn't yet, if Blare acted anything like her he would get a firm backhand across the face immediately, even worse with his mother. Blare wiced as he shifted in his seat, his leg still hurt, taking the bullet out helped.

Natalia scanned the car, watching as her son and Fiona climbed in. She inquired of Blare, "Feeling alright, Tiger?" She smiled slightly. She used to call him "Tiger" all the time as a kid, but then, of course, he became "too cool". Teenagers, sheesh. The sirens' wails reached her ears, and she scowled. New York's Fattest. Damn pigs, always getting into peoples' business. She'd take a Corleon than a Pig any day. She stuck her guns in her belt's holsters and leaned back against the seat, crossing her legs, mentally calling the Corleons every name under the sun.

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The two O'Hara siblings pull out of the garage and drive in opposite directions.
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Fi looking over at Blare realizes that he is bleeding. " You ok?" she asks looking at him, he was a little paler that usual but aside from that he seemed ok. She knew that the type of wound he has wasn't deadly but it would bleed a lot. She needed to patch him up as soon as possible.
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Jake was making a point not to look at Rebeccah, he didn't want to deal with her whining and complaining right then. His big sister was gone and he was on his own, he wasn't really sure he could handle this gig on his own. But he'd try.

Rebeccah's hands came up to catch the shoes quickly, surprised at the flash of red flying through the air. She opened her mouth to retort but thought of her father's words and closed it instead, saying nothing as Jake picked her up and tossed her into the car. She didn't bother with her seatbelt, at first, as she bent and shoved the shoes on her feet. Then the teenager straightened and grabbed the belt, pulling it over her to hear the click. Her head turned as she looked out the dark window with icy eyes, feeling like everything in her world was slipping from her fingertips.

If Rebeccah was thinking this, she could only imagine the thoughts running through everyone's minds as Jake climbed into the driver's seat beside her and, seconds later, they pealed from the garage like a shot at an extremely illegal speed. She felt a vibration in her pocket and pulled her phone out, checking the screen for texts and missed calls. She noted one number and, with a glance at Jake, pressed the redial button lightly before holding the phone up to her ear. As she had expected, she got the person's voicemail.

" Hey, it's Beccah," She said lightly, careful to sound as normal as possible. " I saw you called and, well, I got caught sneaking out.." Rebeccah lied, " You know how my dad is though, I got my phone back pretty easily." Here, she let out a laugh feeling anything but happy. " Anyway, I'll call you back some other time."

Rebeccah sighed as she clicked the 'end' button and dropped her phone to her lap, " What a lie," She mumbled under her breath as she watched the lights as they sped down the road. " Liam would kill me if he ever caught me sneaking out.. Not give me my phone back.." This dragged her thoughts to the Great Aunt Marie threat, most likely her destination if she did something so stupid to anger her father.

Leaning her head against the window, Rebeccah closed her pale eyes and bit her lip. She was usually so much stronger, never needing to lean on anyone, but today had ruined all of that. Now, she wasn't feeling so strong as she fought against the tears. She kept her head turned so her face wasn't visible to her bodyguard. She didn't want anybody, least of all Jake O'Hara, to see her like this. Emotional and afraid.

"I'm okay." Blare says trying to hide his leg, he wipes the blood off of his hand onto his suit, he had seven others like it. Blare looked around. "Where are we going to go?" Blare asked publicly, he didn't want to not be able to go back home, he loved his home. More importantly though was how he was going to kill the Corleans, he already had a mock plan but he couldn't put it to any use on his own. Blare winced again as another wave of pain came.

Making a sharp turn Fi says " I was thinking MacLaren's. There is an old apartment above the bar, Liam uses it for drug runs." with another sharp turn she pulls up to the back alley way. " I'll have someone get rid of the car, come on." she says getting out of the car and holding out her hand, she wanted to help him but she knew he would most likely brush her off.
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Jake holds out his hand. " Phone, they could track it." he looked over to her his eyes challenging her to argue with him.

Rebeccah made no sound as she picked up the phone, pressed a few numbers and, only after watching the phone's light brighten before turning black, passed it to Jake. " Here, there's nothing on it now." She motioned to the window, not even bothering to look over at him. " You might as well toss it out the window," Beccah stated, finally turning her stormy eyes on to the male.

" Can we listen to some music, please?" She made sure to be polite in asking, not that it was very difficult for her.. But it was out of character for her to treat Jake with even a semblance of respect. When she didn't receive a response right away Rebeccah sighed and glanced out the wind shield. " Or we don't have to," she added, retracting her question as she watched the lights around them.

" I wonder if everyone's okay.." The teen whispered, thinking of the angry glare she had received from her brother and the lack of even that much from either of her parents. Then she fell silent, already knowing how badly Jake thought of her. Spoiled little brat, a princess who got everything she wanted and more; she could only imagine the others.

Tossing the phone out the window, Jake pulls in to an apartment building. Getting out of the car he looks around then he walks around to Beccah's door, opening it he says " Ok, move quickly in to the building. Don't talk or look at anyone just got to the stairs." He looks at her " You got that?" In all honesty he was scared out of his wits but he had to be strong, it was his job.

(( Damn,what war did i just start,oh i know The O'Connors vs. The Corleons XD ))
Michael ran off to another gate way as the O'Connors left and he was the last man standing."Damn,how did they even get close to doing that".Michael walked over to a donut shop named "Crusty's" and kicked the door open as he flashed his gun." Look,what do you know about these O'Connors mate".Michael was so frustrated he shot the man in the leg and grinned."Don't mess with the Corleons kid".

Michael got back into his car and he drove off as he suddenly thought about something "Intel".Michael knew he was gonna kill a O'Connor and he wanted to do something he never got the chance too."Kidnap".

Rebeccah nodded her understanding as Jake opened her door, speaking quickly to her in a hushed tone. " Yes Jake," She murmured as she got out of the car and started to walk toward the building. She walked quickly and kept her eyes ahead, feeling creeped out by the area they were in but she was actually terrified of the Corleon family finding them.

She didn't want to die.

Keeping his hand on his gun Jake keeps looking around, getting in to the building he opens the door to the stairs. " Go straight up three floors then go to the sixth door down. I'll be right behind you." he says gesturing to the stairs " After you." he smiles slightly at her trying to be comforting.

Blare got out of the car, he pushed Fiona's hand away. "I'm okay." he lied as he walked towards the building, he waited for Fiona, he smiled at her, she was a good friend they went to school together and now worked together in the family business. Blare was sad that he would probably never get back to his child hood home. Blare remembered all the things he had done in that house, he had made his rifle, he became part of the business there. And most of all Blare had met Fiona there, he kind of liked her but he didn't tell anyone the only person who knew was his mother.

Fi sighs, " You men and your love of being seen as tough." she shakes her head walking over to him. " You are going to let me take a look at that bullet hole when we get inside." she says wrapping his arm over her shoulder to take some weight off his leg. " Now lets get inside," she leads him in to the apartment. It was small, but nice enough. Leading Blare to the couch she sat him down, " Be right back." she says walking to the bathroom to find the standard issue safe house first aide kit.

She made sure to walk quickly, fighting her instincts that told her to look around herself, trying to trust Jake like her father had told her to. Rebeccah gave a small smile and a polite, " Thank you," as she entered through the door her bodyguard held open for her. Her eyes darted to the stairs which she practically sprinted up, feeling she had set a new record as she counted the six doors to herself. The younger teenager turned to look at Jake, her face absolutely white.

" You have a key, right?" Rebeccah didn't bother to try the door, not while knowing about all the traps her family was so skilled at setting.

Blare smiled, he laid down on the couch, he took off his blood covered jacket revealing a clean white dress shirt, he rolled up hi pant legs, he now saw how bad the wound actually was. It was worse than he thought, he already had the bullet out but he would need stitches. Blare snarled at himself, he needed to stop being so rash, he would get himself killed. Blare saw a TV and a remote, he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on to see the news, he saw the story on the shooting and he sighed, they were searching for the Corleans and said thye residents were not going to be prosecuted because they were being attacked and they acted out in self defense.

Natalia laughed at the news, claiming that the O'Connors had acted in self-defense. Sitting down in an armchair and crossing her legs she laughed, "Self-defense kicks ass!" Her smile slowly fading, she added, "At least the Corleons are being shamed on the public front. But, it's not like the Pigs can do anything major against a mob family." She leaned on her elbows, which were propped up on her legs as she was leaning forward. "At least, one that's any good." Natalia gazed about the room, no particular target in mind. There was planning to do, but the damn Corleons would most likely get in the way of that, too. Christ. 

Jake smirks, " Of course I have a key." he says opening the door carefully. Stepping inside he says looking back at Rebeccah " Don't step on the mat, it's a pressure plate." he holds out his hand to help her balance.
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Fi returns to the living room, hearing the news she laughs lightly. " Well that means we can go back home soon." she says sitting down putting his leg in her lap. Pulling out a needle she dips it in alcohol to clean it. " You want pain meds?" she asks looking up from her work.

" Good," she said with a low sigh of relief, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Her eyebrows raised as she saw how careful Jake was about opening the door and stepping inside, the question she never even asked was answered quickly. " Of course it is," Rebeccah sighed, " Everything in my family is designed to maim or kill anyone who tries to do anything.." She held onto Jake's hand as she lightly jumped over said dangerous mat.

" I mean, seriously, 'Welcome home! BANG!'" She rolled her grey-blue eyes as she threw her hands up in the air, accentuating the 'bang'. Rebeccah glanced around as she walked in, ignoring her shoelaces that she almost tripped on. Again. " Who lives here?" She asked as she turned to look at Jake, " Or does no one and it's just a hiding place..?"

"We have those?" he joked when she asked. "No, my leg is already going numb because of the pain." Blare said. "Just get it over with." he said watching the news, he saw camera shots of the dead Corleans and he scoffed. "shouldn't have messed around." Blare said bracing for the needle to pierce his skin even though the area of his leg was going numb. Blare was happy, the bleeding had stopped and he had Fi to help him, he would be okay.

Jake smiled at Rebeccah's out burst, " You are a member of a crime family. What did you expect? Puppies and bloody rainbows?" He laughs. " And you really don't want to know what this safe house is for, trust me."
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Gritting her teeth Fi starts to stitch Blare's leg up. Once she was done she says letting out a deep breath " Wonder if there is any decent beer in this god awful place." she stands up and stretches, then curls on to the couch a little too close to Blare to be in the 'strictly friends zone.'. I'll find out later I guess, I'm just too tired to look right now."