"I'm not seeking penance for what I've done, Father. I'm asking forgiveness for what I'm about to do."
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In which Cecilia Murdock picked up her father's mantle only to have old enemies resurface while she's trying to navigate through college and h...
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"I'd do anything for her, so you take that gun and point it at me."
December 2024
"Hiya boy, miss me!" Cecilia squealed, letting her bag drop from her shoulder as Frank's pitbull jumped up on her legs begging for attention. "You did huh?" She continued as she scratched behind his ears and accepted a kiss to the side of her face before he jumped down again and went to greet his owner.
The man had a look of pure betrayal on his face as he shook his head and leaned down to pet the dog. "Traitor," He mumbled out as Cecilia took her coat off and flicked the light switch on in the man's small two-bedroom as if she lived there herself.
"So, we gonna talk about how you've had the shit kicked out of you three times now and this guy is still breathing?" Frank questioned as he opened his fridge and grabbed a beer, offering her one before he caught himself and handed her a bottle of water.
"I don't know who he is!" She exclaimed raising her arms and waving them dramatically before instantly regretting it and holding a hand to her ribs. Frank looked from her face down to where her hand rested at her ribs and frowned.
"Let me guess, turtleneck because he choked you," Frank's voice was hard as he spoke, emotion filling it at the mere thought of someone having their hands around her throat.
Cecilia sighed and looked down at the tile floor, her heel-clad foot dragging across it. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she nodded. "Yeah, along with a lot of other really fun stuff." Her voice was sarcastic, which he knew was a mask.
"Then let's go," Frank shrugged bringing his beer to his lips and finishing it before setting it against the counter, the glass echoing through the apartment. "What? How do you think we're going to find this guy?"
"Sure he'll find us if he wants you as bad as it seems. Change you look ridiculous." Frank's comment made the girl roll her eyes before moving to her bag and looking between the red suit and then the black clothing she usually wore when she was doing detective work.
"Not sure you'll like one of the other options," Cecilia admitted with a shrug as she pulled the suit halfway from her bag and showed it to him, his eyes narrowed and his lip curled.
"Absolutely not."
"Alright, looks like no armor tonight," She sighed jokingly as she shoved the suit back into her bag and grabbed her black clothes before heading into the bathroom. Once her eyes landed on Frank she couldn't help but smirk.
"We're matching," She taunted coming over to him as he had several large guns laid out on his dining room table, the table where she learned to play poker and cried over her math homework. Frank looked down at her and let out an annoyed grunt.
