Boston Blood

Fifty nine

Bridget and Frankie sprinted frantically towards the car. They had parked around the side of the hotel, hoping to keep as secluded as possible. Bridget threw Frankie her cell and screamed at her to keep trying Cillian while she started the engine. Frankie's fingers could barely hit the buttons properly, she was shaking from head to toe as they sped down towards the high way. "He's not picking up! Are you sure he has his phone with him? Maybe he left it in the room or he jus-,"

"Or maybe he's fucking dead! Maybe your scumbag prick of a father killed him and now he has Lucy and God knows what he'll do to her. I swear to God if anything happens to her. She must be so terrified. Oh God." Bridget's voice broke as she stepped on the gas and took the next exit. Frankie closed her eyes and hit the talk button again. "Come on, Cillian. Pick up, pick up!" She tried not to think the worst. Tommy wouldn't be that stupid, would he? He must know what Frankie would be willing to do to spare him and Lucy, right? But her stomach hurt as the realisation that Cillian was probably dead sent her into a state of numbness. It was all her fault. Why the fuck didn't she just give them the fucking key then Lucy and Cillian would be safe! She threw the phone on the seat beside her and pulled at her hair with her hands.

"He's not dead, Bridget. He's not. We'll get to my apartment and he'll be there with Tommy and I'll just give them what he wants. It'll be okay. It'll be fine. It could only be Tommy, Aidan jumped into the water last night, he might not have survived the fall and then it'll only be Tommy we have to deal with. It'll be three against one and we'll take him out and everything will be fine." Frankie caught a look on Bridget's face in the rear view mirror that confirmed her suspicions that she had finally lost it. She didn't know why she was bothering trying to convince Bridget that there was still a way out of this. Well, the truth was that she was trying to convince herself but she knew. She knew what they wanted and that they wouldn't let her live. They couldn't risk letting her walk away knowing what she knows.

Bridget ignored Frankie's ramblings and shook her head at her naivety. "What about your brother? What if we tried to contact him, maybe he can help us?"

Frankie shook her head and scoffed. "Bridget, you and Cillian are criminals and the P.D will put you away for life with your history and besides, I don't know if I can trust Michael. Yes, he's a cop but I have no idea what side he's on. He's been working with Tony for years! For all I know he'll be the one waiting for me to get his hands on that list."

Bridget's tormented eyes locked onto Frankie's and Frankie sighed in defeat.

"What fucking list? What are you talking about? I thought you just had Tony's money. That's what Tommy and Aidan are after, right?"

Frankie held her head in her hands as she fought against the terrible thoughts of Lucy that were plaguing her mind.

"Frankie! What the fuck is going on?"

Frankie sat up straight and wiped her face with her quivering hands. It was time Bridget knew the truth.

***

They had just took the exit for Boston and Bridget's face had turned sheet-white. Frankie had told her everything and the real reason she hadn't just handed the key over. It was never about money, it was never going to be that fucking easy. No, what Frankie had was something more dangerous, something that could ruin hundreds of lives and lock very important people up for years and years. What Frankie had was, essentially, all the vital information to the inner most secrets of Boston's most powerful people. Every single crooked bastard that was taking a cut from Tony Russo. She knew them all and she knew she was going to be killed for it.

"Oh my God." Bridget's voice was barely above a whisper. "Frankie, I-, I'm-,"

Frankie stared at Bridget's pained and dishevelled face. "So now you know everything, Bridge. Look, I know Michael is involved in this somehow and he's going to be gunning for you and Cillian. Crooked cop or not, he's going to make sure he gets you both behind bars. It's too late for me. We both know what's about to happen but none of that matters now. All that matters is Lucy and I swear to you, I'm going to get her back but you need to let me do this on my own. Cillian is alive. I just know he is and he'll need you, Bridget. You and Lucy are the only family he has and I'll be fucking damned if I'm the one who is going to take that away from him."