The Double Mob Job

chapter 1 Warning

The Double Mob Job

Chapter One: Warning

I was once again running down the street. My father and brother were chasing me, but this was no family game. My father headed the Irish mob here in Boston; my brother would be taking over in a few years. My mother on the other hand ran the Russian mob, well she was married to the guy that headed it; not my biological father. I had won some kind of lottery and not the kind one wants to win. I wanted no part of this life even though I was never bothered by the other crooks on the street. I wanted to go to college, get a good job with no mob ties. I wanted my own life. Most of all I wanted control of my own body; I wanted my father and brother to act the way family was supposed to.

My desperation to escape had blinded me to what was in front of me. I didn't need to see where I was going; I knew this path by heart. I was going into my third mile stretch of this run, grateful that I was on the track team when I crashed into someone. Both of us fell to the ground, tangled in each other for a moment. "I am so sorry sir, I was not paying attention." I looked up and to my surprise saw Eliot Spencer. "Well long time no see Eliot," I said getting to my feet and offering him my hand.

"Yes it has been awhile hasn't it?" He had a faint smile on his face as I pulled him to his feet. He was the one who taught me how to fight. "What are you running from this time?"

"Dad and Conall," I said in a tone that was suggesting I was tired of this. "And the rest of the crew," I added as an afterthought. I looked to him, hopeful for a minute. I needed his help once again. "I could use a hand getting out of this one," I said as we were both surrounded. We both moved so that we were back to back at an angle so our arms were just slightly touching.

"I didn't think you needed help Fallon," he replied with a hint of a smile. I growled slightly at my name. It meant the leader's daughter, while my brother's name meant the powerful wolf. He did have a dogged persistence.

FALLON!" My father yelled sharply, his Irish accent thick. "Come here!"

"No father! I am done playing your sick little game, I...Want...Out!"

"Sure you say that now that your boyfriend is behind you, someone to have your back." My brother was now taking jabs at me. I gave a small snort of laughter. I had no idea what my relationship stasis was with Eliot but we certainly weren't dating.

"Oh I wasn't aware we were dating, were you Eliot?" I asked my tone light and clearly showing my amusement.

"No, I didn't darlin', it's news to me." His tone matched mine, letting me know that even though I couldn't see his face that he was smiling.

"We'll finish this later Fallon, you will pay." With that my father turned his back on me and walked away, a few seconds later the rest of the crew followed.

"Yeah, like you don't punish me every single day," I muttered under my breath. I knew I was back to back with one of the few that could help me, but I wasn't sure I was ready to tell him. I mean he had taught me three forms of self-defense. What would he think of me when he found out what my father and brother were doing to me? I was supposed to be seen as strong. My mother's husband headed the Russian mob and my father headed the Irish mob, how could I not be strong?

"Hey, you all right?" Eliot asked his very faint southern accent calming.

I took a deep breath and let my chin drop so it was on my chest, "a long way from it I'm afraid." I felt a hand brush my long dark hair that had twinges of red in it out of my face.

"Anything I can do sweetheart?"

"I'm sure there's plenty that you can do I'm just not ready to talk about it. I need one more thing from my father, the last nail in his coffin before I go for outside help." Out of the corner of my eye I saw him nod.