Boston Blood

Sixty four

Cillian couldn't breathe.

A complete haze had taken over and his vision was blurry. He still had the phone to his ear but couldn't make out what Aidan was saying. He was stunned into shocked silence. No. Please, God no.

"Cill? Cillian are you there? These fucking phones, I swear. I think I lost him. Look, we'll talk when you get here. See you soon, son."

The line went dead but Cillian held onto the phone. His hand was shaking and he needed to pull over. He thought he was going to be sick. That fucking bastard. He killed my father, not Tommy? All this time? He's been lying to me. He killed my fucking father and now he's going to kill Frankie.

The rage took over and a gut-wrenching scream blasted from Cillian's mouth. A haze of complete fury, confusion, repulsion and fear engulfed his entire body. But he couldn't stop the car. He pressed down on the gas and held onto the steering wheel with his right hand while his left wiped away the tears of devastation and grief that was falling from his eyes. He knew, even before he had just listened to Aidan's confession, that he had to kill his uncle but now, while speeding down the highway and taking the exit for Aidan's house, he truly relished in the feeling that he was going to finally get his revenge. He was going to kill the man that killed his father and he was going to enjoy every bit of it. Something shifted inside Cillian. He had never felt so angry and dangerous in his whole life. He shook his head, trying to push out the memory of Frankie's tortured screams and tried to focus on his plan but he didn't feel like he was even sitting in the car at that moment. He felt like he was having a nightmare. Images of Frankie's battered body, Bridget's lifeless one and Lucy's beautiful eyes plagues him. The pain was making his heart convulse. Then he saw his mother's face and something just snapped. He was out for blood and couldn't wait to get his hands on Aidan fucking O'Shea.

***

Frankie lay on the floor of Aidan's lush apartment, covered in blood and writhing in pain. She couldn't see very well. Her eyes were bloody and swollen from Damien's brutal punches. She had her hands and feet tied with rope and the harsh fibres were cutting off the blood supply to her weak limbs. She had struggled when Damien tried to put her in the trunk of his car. She kicked and punched and scratched her nails down his face which resulted in a heavy blow to the back of her head. When she woke up, she was in complete darkness and couldn't move or speak. And now, even if she wasn't being restrained, she knew she couldn't move if she tried.

A brief moment of hope washed over her when she heard Aidan speaking to Cillian. He was coming for her. All she had to do was hang on but then Aidan put him on loud speaker and she felt like she was going to collapse. She heard his harsh words and it sent shivers up and down her broken body. She was a fucking idiot. Of Course Cillian was in on it. She had let her guard down and trusted him and now she was going to die. She screamed in frustration as Damien delivered another blow and Aidan looked on whilst still on the phone. She was furious with herself for trusting Cillian. She should have only trusted her own instincts, realising that he was the disgusting monster she had always thought he was. He was playing her, wanting to get the key of the storage unit for himself and she fucking fell for it. If Bill had heard her back in her apartment and told Cillian about the flask, then he had the key and soon he'd have the money and the list and then, they'll finally kill her.

Her hazy mind drifted to Bridget's lifeless body and how she promised her that she would take care of Lucy. Did Bridget know Cillian was involved? Oh God. Lucy! She let the panic take over when her mind was assaulted with the worst thoughts she could conjure. The panic intensified when she realised that if Lucy was okay, she going to end up back with Cillian and Aidan. Her heart broke as she sobbed into Damien's sweaty hand which was now wrapping tape around her mouth to stop her from screaming.