Status: Complete

Risk It All

Funny Man

A sense of anxiousness laced with determination radiated in the air as the brothers allowed their feet to carry them to their intended destination. Careful calculations had slowly begun to allow their predilections for justice come to fruition. Keeping a poker face and thoughts composed, the twin brothers had walked in sync, each set of hands clutching tightly to the black bag they carried. An internal satisfaction of the passerbys being none the wiser of their presence walking by. Silence had been held between the two of them but no words needed to be spoken. Each of them aware of what the goal was, all that had been left for them to do was show up. Their feet began to pick up the pace when the familiar gold trimmed building came into view and descending down the stairs.

Taking steps into the plaza the brothers coolly passed the front desk heading straight for the elevators. It was only when the elevator doors had shut Murphy's mind began to drift, a slight churning in his stomach had started. His mind involuntarily going back to last night.

"We're solid now. All we need ta do is show up tomorrow. We intercept ta syndicate and eliminate 'em as quickly as possible." Connor had told him as they zipped up the black bags containing their new prizes, thanks to the valuables of the Russians. Using them for compensation towards the underground IRA the brothers had gained access to weaponry of their choosing. Satisfied at being well armed Connor and Murphy felt confident in their ability to carry out their plans.

Making their way back to apartment the brothers had quietly put away their caches. Bidding one another goodnight having snuck out after the small girl fell asleep, Murphy swiftly changed out of his clothes and climbed back into bed snuggling Nolee. His hands had run through her hair in an attempt to distract him from what was bound to occur the next day. The brothers carried on like usual with their normal routines but the anticipation had coursed through their veins impatiently. However the brothers did their best to remain cool around Nolee and not get her suspicious. They didn't think letting her know they were planning to ambush a Russian syndicate so soon would go over well.

They managed to keep things under wraps for the most part but as the clock struck closer to 9 things were bound to get interesting. Murphy thought the tides had been in his favor in being able to make a clean exit without disturbing the small girl when she had gone off to prepare Ruby's nightly routine. Murphy didn't have to guess that his twin was already preparing his own things. Heading to the kitchen to grab a few needed items and returning the little assurance he felt had instantly faded when he discovered Nolee in their bedroom. A pang of guilt had ran through him noticing her stiff posture and unsure expression as her eyes zeroed in on the opened black bag.

"So you're really doing this huh?" she whispered feeling his presence. He could tell by her tone that there was still some shock and perhaps even the small hope that the brothers would reconsider. A sigh had escaped Murphy's lips as he walked closer to her.

"Yes lass...we are." he confirmed watching her chest rise and fall as she inhaled a deep breath.

"Where are you going?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Fairmont Copley Plaza." he answered vaguely not wanting to elaborate on what for.

"Is that where...the bad guys are?" Nolee had answered catching on anyways.

"Some of them yes."

"Are they...armed?" she pressed on clearly becoming worried. Murphy gently grabbed the side of her hip and turned her around.

"Honestly... more than likely they are, yes. But as ye can see, so are we. Connor and I have made sure ta plan this out well. I know it's redundant tellin' ye not ta worry...but we'll be okay." he assured cupping her cheek while she had only bit her lip but nodded.

"You'll come home to me like you promised?" she reminded him while her lip had made the slightest tremble, making him place a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be home before ye know it."
Murphy exhaled a deep breath pushing aside the guilt that had begun to start up again. There had been a very small moment of reconsideration as they stood in the elevator. What they were about do was unlike anything they had ever done in their lives. What they did in their younger years back Ireland was kindergarten shit. They were treading uncharted territory on the highest level.

"Ye nervous?" Connor asked lightly sensing his twin's overthinking.

"A bit." Murphy had admitted looking back up at his brother.

"Myself as well." Connor had agreed back but before they had even the smallest chance to rethink their decision, Connor had taken the liberty to press the emergency stop button of the elevator.

"It's now or never."
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"You think we baked enough cookies to feed the whole city of Boston or what?" Nolee remarked to Ruby as she gently rocked her side to side sighing at the various baking trays that were cooling off. She fought hard to keep her eyes from continuing to glance at the door but it was difficult. The nervous pangs had already started to act up as she did her best to not think about what the boys were doing in that moment. Finding every little task she could to keep busy had proven to be a challenge. A piece of her still in disbelief that the brothers had really set out to do their work.

'Please don't let this bite me in the ass.' her mind had thought. Up until this point Nolee never really considered herself to be religious. She didn't reject the idea that there could be a high power or something like that, she respected other people's beliefs, but her own beliefs were unknown. Maybe it had been her life situations that played a role in it, so naturally Nolee had it found hard to understand the brothers' crusade. But given the special circumstances Nolee had for the first time opened her mind up. After all the brothers would never do anything careless...at least to this extent. Connor and Murphy had always done things with the goodest of intentions so maybe that was why she had ultimately allowed them to move forward. She had just only hoped they would be able to handle the consequences that would surely come with it. Another sigh had left her lips as her eyes glanced down at Ruby feeding while looking back up at her with curiosity.

"And how the hell am I going to explain this to you when you get older?" she lamented already imagining the future conversations that would be had making Nolee only shake her head. Her thoughts had automatically returned to brothers' wondering what exactly could be going on at this very moment.

Above all else...she just hoped they were okay.
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Connor and Murphy had prepared to make their move, first saying a prayer. Reaching into their bags they each had pulled out some rope, thanks to Connor.

"You and ye stupid fuckin' rope." Murphy retorted to his twin as they hoisted the ropes over their shoulders. Confident he was able to put his western movie knowledge to the test, Connor looked up at the ceiling and smiled slightly upon finding an opening. Giving a less than enthusiastic Murphy a boost up into the shaft first, Murphy had soon then helped Connor up. Pleased his idea had worked out, Connor smirked at his twin.

"I told ye there would be a shaft."

"Just like on television." Murphy replied almost impressed. The daunting task of squeezing themselves into the vents was inevitable. Connor had led the way as they began in search of the syndicate. It seemed like they had been crawling through forever until they could hear the faint voices of the Russians. The problem was, Connor couldn't see where they'd be able to escape from. Each turn had become a dead end somehow.

"Where ta fuck are ye goin?" Murphy questioned in annoyance his twin.

"Shh!" Connor snapped at the dark haired male. "I'm figurin' some shit out here."

"Oh fuck ye. I'm sweatin' my ass off draggin' ye fuckin' rope around. It must weigh 30 pounds." Murphy retorted as Connor had only shushed him again.

"We are doin' some serious shit here. Now get a fuckin' hold of yourself!"

"Oh fuck ye! I'm not ta rope-totin' Charlie Bronson wannabe that's gettin' us fuckin' lost."

"Would ye just fuckin' shut it!" Connor snapped before smacking his twin on the head with the flashlight that had been in his hand. Murphy had only grit his teeth unable to stop the urge from beating his brother's ass. The sound of vents shaking began as the brothers wrestled inside the narrow space, unaware that the more they moved the weaker the vents had suddenly become. Starting to collapse in the brothers had snapped their attention back to reality.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ." Connor exclaimed feeling the vent further continue to cave in as Murphy's eyes had widened.

"Oh shit." Murphy whispered and no sooner later had the vent completely collapsed causing the brothers to fall through. Having been miraculously saved by the bundles of rope and falling directly in the center of Russian syndicate, the Russians had immediately drawn their guns the same time as the brothers. It seemed like the room had begun to spin fast (literally) as the brothers aimed their guns towards their targets. The sound of bullets being fired simultaneously mixed with screams of pain had echoed through the large room. Blood had begun to decorate the white walls and furniture as the massacre had been executed. Skillfully eliminating most of the targets, Connor had reached for the knife in his pocket to cut the part of the rope tangled around their feet.

A scream of protest had been made by Yuri Petrova, the syndicate boss appalled at having his men being taken down so quickly. Connor and Murphy had swiftly grabbed the overweight man and forced him to his knees as Yuri called for one last plea of help from his men. Connor and Murphy had only aimed both their guns at the back of his head.

"Shepherds we shall be
For Thee, my Lord, for Thee
Power had descended forth Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls it shall be."

In Nomine Patris, et Filli, et Spiritus Sancti."

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Time had seemed to go painfully slow for Nolee as she eventually was unable to distract herself any further once Ruby had fallen asleep. Biting her fingernails anxiously she stared at the cream colored door anxiously awaiting the brothers' return. With no calls to let her know they were still alive and well, her mind had begun to imagine all sorts of scenarios.

"Why did I let them do this those damn Iri-" she began to speak but the sound of the door jingling had made her practically spring off the couch. "Oh thank god!"

Running to the door she opened it swiftly, exhaling a deep breath to see Connor and Murphy. Although their hair was matted and wet from sweat, they appeared to be relatively unharmed. The brothers had of course only smirked back at her.

"Lucy we're home." Connor smiled as Nolee shot him a glare.

"Not fucking funny!"

"Aye, I told ye we'd come home, didn't I?" Murphy smiled pulling her into his arms and despite him being sweaty, Nolee squeezed him back.

"You're okay." she whispered.

"Of course we're okay." he whispered back.

"W-what happened?" she couldn't help but question as she felt Murphy stiffen a bit as he pulled back.

"Well..."

"You motherfuckers!" Rocco had yelled suddenly appearing in their doorway while Nolee's eyes widen in surprise.

"Rocco? What are you doing here?" she questioned confused seeing the hairy Italian, her eyes briefly glancing at Murphy. The visibly discombobulated Italian had only sent daggers towards the twin brothers pointing his index finger.

"Well thanks to Connor and your dickhead of a boyfriend..."

'And I shall count thee among my favored sheep. And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven.'

"I love our new job." Murphy grinned largely upon holding up the stack of bills from small briefcase that was now left on the countertop unattended. The brothers looked around at their work and couldn't help but feel satisfied that despite their plan going slight awry, they had succeeded in eliminating the Russian syndicate, the plan almost working too good. The men had been misplaced over the floor covered in red, arms crossed over their chests, and pennies on each of their eyes. A prayer had been made to send the men off to their maker. But as the brothers had begun to celebrate to their victory the sound of the hotel room door being knocked on alerted them.

Connor and Murphy briefly glanced at each other before pulling their black ski masks back over their faces and getting their guns ready as they made to the door. Connor had looked into the peephole and was in disbelief at the person on the other end.

"It's Roc." he informed his brother studying the Italian who appeared to under a describe as a bell boy with only a name tag that read 'Jaffar.' Suddenly it all seemed to click in his head. "Pappa Joe must've sent him here as well after ta Russians too. This has ta be his big break...we've got ta fuck with him." Connor grinned unable to help himself as Murphy gasped slightly at the idea but was quickly persuaded, nodding in mutual amusement.

"On three when I open ta door, ye grab him by his hair." Connor whispered looking at the door waiting several seconds before throwing the door open. The brothers shouted as they grabbed Rocco by his hair and dragged him inside the hotel room. Instant fear spreading across an unsuspecting Rocco realizing he had walked into something not right.

"Don't shoot!"

"Shut up and get on ta ground!" Connor yelled as they forced the Italian onto the floor.

"Don't shoot, we're on the same side! Boss sent me in as backup! I'm Rocco, I'm the funny man!" Rocco attempted to explain as Connor and Murphy were secretly dying inside but kept their act up.

"Where's your gun?!" Connor demanded still aiming his own gun at the Italian who flinched uncontrollably.

"It's in my waistband!" he replied meekly as Connor searched Rocco's lower half to retrieve his weapon. A moment of disbelief had run through him as he observed the weapon Rocco had been given. Clearly the Italian had purposely been given a weapon that was very much incapable for the job.

"It's a fuckin' six shooter!" Connor growled at Murphy who shared the same disbelief before turning his annoyance back to Rocco.

"There's nine bodies genius!" Murphy patronized narrowing his eyes.

"What ta fuck were ye gonna do! Laugh ta last three men ta death, huh funny man?!" Connor shouted.

"Pappa Joe said there was only two! In and out!" he gasped looking around at the various bodies on the ground, now realizing there was obviously more than just two. "Shit, you guys are good huh? Cool masks, where did you get them?" he attempted in a last ditch effort to butter up the two men.

"We gotta do him right here, right now!" Connor gritted his teeth as he cocked his gun back and aimed it at the Italian's face that was drained of color.

"Please don't kill me! I'm the funny man!" Rocco squealed and just as the Italian had nearly come close to pissing himself, the brothers finally deciding to show mercy, lifted up their ski masks. Unable to contain their laughter watching Rocco's eyes flicker wildly in confusion. Getting up from the floor Connor and Murphy had removed their coats still largely amused watching Rocco follow suit fully looking around the room baffled at the bloodied bodies."What a fuckin' idiot!"

"Fuckin' what?! What the fuck?! Fuck! Who the fuck?! Fuck this fuckin, how did you two fuckin' fucks, fuck!" Rocco gasped struggling to comprehend the situation as Connor only smirked.

"Well that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word."


"You fuckin' assholes nearly gave me a heart attack!" Rocco angrily shouted while Nolee's eyebrow had raised processing what apparently occurred at the hotel. That certainly hadn't been what she expected to hear about their so called mission.

"It's not our fault ye a fuckin' moron who thought a six shooter would actually work." Connor retorted still annoyed at the fact. It was clear whatever was planned on Rocco's end had been made to set the Italian up.

"Umm...I'm just happy all three of you made it back." Nolee added in awkwardly but grateful to see all three men in the apartment unharmed.

"What the hell were you two even doing there in the first place?!" Rocco inquired still baffled, the last thing he he had expected to see when he decided to take on Pappa Joe's request of intercepting the Russians was the Irish bastards.

"Uhh let's talk about it over some beers...."
~

The brothers had no other choice but to sit Rocco down and let him in on their devised impromptu quest for justice. There was a brief moment of awkwardness between the four adults as they sat at the kitchen table. Rocco shifted his eyes between the brothers in astonishment.

"Anybody you think is evil...?" Rocco rephrased furrowing his eyebrows. "Don't you think that's a little weird? A little psycho?"

"Ye know what I think is psycho Roc?" Connor began taking a large gulp of his beer. "Is decent men with lovin' families, they go home every day after work and turn on ta television, ye know what they see? They see rapists, murderers, and child molesters. They're all gettin' out of prison."

"Mafiosos gettin' caught with 20 kilos...gettin' out on bail same fuckin' day." Murphy added snapping his fingers in agitation.

"And everywhere, everyone thinks ta same thing. T'at someone should just go and kill those motherfuckers."

"Kill 'em all." Murphy whispered. "Admit it...even ye thought about it." he added pointing a finger at Rocco. Rocco had taken a moment to think about what the brothers had said. A mixture of shock and morbid curiosity ran through this mind, the curious part slowly winning.

"You guys should be in every major city. This is some heavy shit." Rocco whispered before standing up from the table. "Fuck it, there's so much shit that pisses me off! You guys should recruit, because I'm sick and tired of walking down the street waiting for these crack pipin, ass wipin, motherless lowlifes to get me!"

"Hallelujah Jaffar." Murphy mused.

"You're not just talking about mob guys right? You're talking about pimps and drug dealers and all that other shit right?" Rocco inquired while both brothers had nodded slowly.

"Fuck...you guys could do this every day." Rocco whispered astonished as a smirk spread across Murphy's face.

"We're sort of like 7-11. We're not always doing business....but we're always open."
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The men had continued to talk about their newfound quest. Even though Rocco wasn't partaking in the brother's actions, he had none the less offered his full support to their cause. Nolee had still been unsure listening to the men, walking into the bedroom to check on Ruby needing a small break from it all. Her stomach fluttered nervously as it all began to become very real after the brother's ambush tonight. She knew there was officially no going back for the brothers as now they had gotten a taste of vigilantism and things having gone rather successful, they'd obviously be seeking out more opportunities. Nolee inhaled a breath as she stood inside the kitchen taking a large sip of water before her hands rested on the cool counter. A small chill had run down her spine as her ears zeroed in on the television.

'I'm Sally McBride and I'm live from the Copley Plaza Hotel, where we have just been informed that the largest multiple murder in Boston's history had just taken place. There were nine victims all deeply involved in a notoriously violent Russian crime syndicate, right here in Boston.' Her mind was beginning to waver off involuntarily, she had become unaware of Murphy's presence creeping behind her. Her body soon becoming stiff realizing Murphy had placed something heavy in her hand. Looking down at the item her eyes had widen upon discovering a large wad of cash.

"I told ye we're good." Murphy remarked gently. It occurred to her they must've collected the cash from their ambush.

"If we do well like I think we will...there will be more of t'at." Murphy had assured her. Not knowing how to feel about it all, she returned the wad of cash back into his hand no longer wanting to touch it.

"I think after tonight Con and I have established we're capable of continuin' this. A couple things went awry but...we handled those guys fairly well, we could really be cut out for this." Murphy whispered once more feeling encouraged, Nolee could see how proud he was too. She had only looked down at her feet still not knowing what to say. She could feel Murphy's hands turn her around and push her backwards until her lower back had rested against the kitchen counter. His face lingering dangerously close to hers holding her waist.

"Ye trust me don't ye?" he whispered as his blue eyes gazed into hers. Nolee shivered slightly in his grasp and the intensity of his stare but nodded.

"I do." she answered back quietly. Murphy had smiled lightly before connecting his lips to hers but there seemed to be something different in the way he kissed her. As his lips deepened the kiss his body fully pressed against hers, his tongue had sneaked its way into her mouth. Nolee shivered once more when Murphy slowly dragged his teeth along her bottom lip. She noticed his breathing was picking up when he lowered his head to kiss her neck. A light moan had seeped out at the contact.

"Murphy..." she whispered in what was meant to be a warning but unable to deny the tingles caused by his teeth grazing the flesh. "Connor and Rocco..."

"They left." Murphy panted with assurance nipping at her neck some more. His hands had squeezed all over body hurriedly before cupping her rear making her jump slightly. Nolee could tell Murphy was still amped up from their ambush, adrenaline was still coursing through his veins.

(author's next : warning, sexy time ahead.)

"Ruby," she tried next knowing her guard was quickly faltering.

"Still asleep, now come here woman." he gasped in anticipation. "Ye don't know how much I'm dyin' inside ta touch ye right now." he whispered in frustration knowing it had been too long since they were last like this. Nolee's breathing had also picked up feeling the craving start within her. Technically she still had about a week or so to go before they could freely participate in fun time, but right now she battled the importance of technicalities staring into those damn hypnotizing blue eyes. In that moment it had not fazed her he had just taken out nine men a while ago. Her moral compass once again malfunctioning feeling the beloved warm set of hands on her.

"Fuck it." she gasped in defeat wrapping herself around him as a small smirk victoriously had formed on his face feeling her reconnect their lips more wantingly. Murphy wasted no time in hoisting the small girl up in the air and placing her on top of the counter creating a gasp from her. Murphy had swiftly pulled his gray shirt over his head before tossing it behind him. Nolee ran her hands down his chest to which Murphy moaned in relief that she would assuage his craving. Murphy's hands had grabbed the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head. Growling in pleasure at the sight of her bra covered breasts, it was safe to say Murphy had been pleased the way they had grown quite rapidly thanks to breastfeeding.

Impatiently unhooking her bra and tossing it with the other pieces of clothing Nolee gasped loudly feeling his hands cup them roughly as his mouth had went back to devouring her neck. She bit her lip closing her eyes feeling his fingers pinch the hardened nubs. As his mouth went back to the little spot on her neck she couldn't resist, his hands had went to work at removing her yoga pants next. Nolee shivered yet again when a hand had snaked it's way into her pink panties.

"Mmm Murphy," she gasped as fingers began to caress her mound while his mouth captured a sensitive nipple. Lightly grazing the hardened nub, his fingers had teased the tiny bundle of nerves below.

"I love how wet ye get for me." he whispered darkly feeling her juices quickly coat his fingers. Becoming increasingly turned on at his faint dirty talk her hips squirmed against his fingers desperate for more. Murphy was more than happy to oblige by slipping two fingers inside her eliciting a whimper of pleasure.

Murphy slowly pumped his fingers in and out her slick entrance while his mouth had released her other nipple. Lifting his head up to meet her gaze Nolee's face had flushed staring into his eyes again. His pupils were fully dilated with lust, taking pride in seeing her hot and bothered all because of him. His free hand cupped the side of her neck when he pulled her face into another heated kiss. As his fingers began to pump rapidly inside her, Nolee moaned against his lips feeling the pleasure intensify. Her hand clutched his forearm that was holding her neck as she felt herself get closer to climax. Murphy didn't let up his assault on her mound. Her moaning becoming louder the closer she got but just as she was about to reach the finish line, Murphy had suddenly retracted his fingers cruelly. Not appreciating his action in the slightest she shot him a dirty look look to which he only smirked.

"What's ta matter love?" he teased faking innocence but enjoying her reaction to his teasing while she only narrowed her eyes at him. Murphy had reached into his pocket conveniently pulling out the small contraceptive.

"Oh, so you just assumed you'd get some tonight is that it?" Nolee retorted.

"I may have had a small hope I'd get rewarded for makin' it home." Murphy admitted lightly smirking. "I made good on me word didn't I? Although I have ta say I'm kinda disappointed we got ta use these shits again." he added while opening the foil causing the small girl to roll her eyes. Murphy undid the belt holdings his jeans followed by the zipper. Allowing his jeans to puddle at his feet he stepped out of them and carelessly kicked them to the side. Stripping himself of the last piece of clothing, Nolee anxiously watched him grab his erection and place the condom over it before lining it up at her entrance. His eyes had met hers once again as he slowly slid himself inside, both of them moaning in relief. Murphy pushed all the way inside until her walls had reached his base.

Nolee wrapped her arms around his shoulders to steady herself on the counter as he began to pulse in and out. Picking up rhythm Murphy's hands had held her hips tightly while her legs wrapped around his torso. Groaning at her walls hugging around him so well and seeing as he didn't have to be as gentle now, Murphy thrust his hips faster making the small girl squeal in equal amounts of surprise and pleasure, turning him on fully.

"Oh fuck," she gasped in response as a small chuckle left his lips while he carried on.

"Tell me ye mine." he grunted into her ear, his lust at the maximum limit. "And only mine."

"I'm yours, and only yours." she whispered back freely whimpering when it only made his movements become more deep. Feeling the familiar sensation return Nolee squirmed when it had seemed to come back twice as strong.

"Fuck I love bein' inside of ye." Murphy panted also starting to feel close, his hands gripping her thighs pinning her lower half to him. His mouth returning to devour her neck once again.

"Murphy oh god,"

"Give it ta me baby, give it all ta me." he softly coaxed.

His permission had been her breaking point as the pleasure had finally surged through her body, a string of moans echoed in the kitchen as her fingernails had dug into his back riding out her orgasm. Murphy hissed in some pain but mostly pleasure from her fingernails sending him off into his own release, both their moans mixed together throughout the kitchen.

When Nolee finally came down from her high Murphy had thrust several times before they both had finished. Murphy panted heavily slumping against her with his face resting in the crook of her neck. Her cheeks had became red upon realizing what they just had done, on the counter no less. She'd definitely would have to sanitize that later.

'Sorry Connor.'

"Christ, t'at was fantastic." Murphy noted still catching his breath while Nolee had rolled her eyes but lightly smiled when he kissed her one last time before pulling out of her slowly. Using a hand to slide off the condom and discard of it in the nearby trash can, Murphy swiftly helped her off the counter. Nolee felt her feet touch the cold floor while wobbling slightly. "I certainly missed t'at."

"I bet you did." she responded in sarcasm making him smirk once again.

"Think I can get rewarded like t'at every time I make it home?"

"Don't push it."