Boston Blood

Sixty three

Cillian walked back into Frankie's apartment and grabbed Bridget's gun and phone from her pocket, unable to look at her. The guilt and pain was currently masked by his overwhelming adrenaline and need to find Frankie but he knew his grief was coming. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get over Bridget's death, not really. He just hoped that he could make her proud, that Lucy would be safe and that she didn't die for nothing. He went into the hall, picked Lucy up and told her to press play and close her eyes. Once he had her secured against his chest, he turned to a very worried and sceptical looking Bill. "This is nuts, Cillian. What if they fire? Think about it for a second. If you go with them now and just give me the address, you might only get a few years if you cooperate. You go through with this and it's life."

Cillian kissed the top of Lucy's head and closed his eyes. "I know. But I have to find her."

Bill sighed and nodded holding out his hand for Cillian to lead the way down the hall. Cillian felt sick to his stomach. This was so stupid but he knew as long as he held Lucy close, Michael or any of the others wouldn't shoot. He prayed they wouldn't shoot. He swallowed hard and walked, wobblily, down the stairs towards the entrance of the building. He looked out the window and counted six officers, including Michael, who Cillian could see was getting anxious. He let out a slow breath and got ready. "Trust me. This is going to work."

Bill scoffed and shook his head. "Just don't get me or that child killed and go get our fucking girl you asshole." Cillian smirked and looked down to make sure Lucy's eyes were closed and she was shielded as best as she could be. Cillian put the safety on Bridget's gun was on. "Where's your car?"

"Just down the street."

"Okay, Once we get in you're going to drop me off and then I'll go to Aidan's. I have a feeling those sick bastards are going to keep her there for a while first. Lord knows she's going to put up a fight, especially if she knows Lucy is safe. If they touch her, I swear to God-," Cillian felt the angry, scared tears bubble in his eyes but Bill's hand was grabbing his shoulder, steadying him.

"What makes you think they're at his apartment? They're not going to wait around. They're going to make her tell him the address right away."

Cillian shook his head and had to swallow the bile that was rising in his throat. He knew Aidan was capable of being reasonable but with what Frankie had put him through he was terrified that he wouldn't be able to hold back. Cillian knew Frankie wasn't going to tell them but the fact that Damien was now involved? That thought make Cillian weak. Damien was sick and twisted and the thoughts of him laying a filthy fucking hand on Frankie was making him angrier and more scared than he had ever been in his entire life.

He opened his eyes and stared at Bill, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Bill. For everything."

Bill's icy, wild blue eyes stabbed Cillian's as his hand squeezed his shoulder harder. "You can thank me when you save my daughter."

They smiled at each other for a brief second before Cillian grabbed the handle of the door. "Let's go."

Michael could see the dark figures of the men behind the door. It had been too long but he wanted to give Cillian time to say goodbye to his friend and Lucy. He watched the three of them waiting in the foyer, closely. What are they doing? A small crowd of on-lookers had gathered which pissed Michael off. He didn't want a scene. Cillian was going to come with him. He knew it. There was no way out, now. It was down to Michael to find Frankie and the knowledge that Cillian Donovan was finally going to be behind bars and Michael would finally be able to feel like all of this wasn't for nothing. But he couldn't ignore the gnawing knot that was forming in his gut and suddenly felt sick.