Being a Gallgher isn't easy, especially not for Ian's twin Alyssa Gallagher who lives on the southside with her many sibling and alcoholic father who drops in and out whenever he pleases.
Then there's the emotionless asshole who Alyssa just can't s...
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Ian had Linda's gun on the counter in front of him, just in case Mickey's dad decided to reappear at the shop.
When the door opened, Ian jumped and grabbed the gun, aiming it at the person who had walked inside. Lip. "Easy, fuck!" he held his hand up in front of his face, "Is that Linda's?"
Ian set the gun down, "It already shot one Milkovich," he sighed. I walked over to the front of the counter, where Lip was now leaning against. "I think I got a way we can get rid of Mandy's dad, don't even have to fire a bullet," Lip told us.
"How?" I wondered. Lip's eyes darted between us, "He's on parole, right?" I nodded, "Kidnapping and grand theft auto."
"So what do you think the cops would do if they found one of those in his house," Lip said, pointing at the gun in front of Ian. "Linda will know we took it," Ian frowned. Lip shrugged, "Grammy's 9 millimetre."
"He could get six years," Ian stated. "Yeah or life," I chuckled, meeting his eyes. "The serial numbers aren't scratched off, the gun's bound to have racked up a body count, all we have to do is plant it," Lip explained.
Ian nodded with a shrug, "I got nothing to lose, I bombed the trig midterm." Lip tilted his head, "How bad?" he wondered.
"I tried to enlist," Ian scoffed. Lip's face dropped, "What?" Ian nodded, "Monica took me, figured Mandy's dad couldn't kill me in Kabul," he pursed his lips.
"There's plenty of Muslims who could!" Our older brother spat, annoyed. "Well, they all turned me down. The army, the navy, marines, air force," Ian reassured. Lip shook his head and chuckled, "Still got the coast guard."
"It's my fucking funeral," Ian muttered, eyes fixed on the counter. Lip stared at him, "Look, just lay low until tomorrow morning, okay?" he pushed off the counter, "Don't forget the gun."
Ian and I nodded before Lip turned and headed for the door.
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Ian and I met Lip opposite the Milkovich's house, he was hiding behind a car when and we knelt next to him.
"Hey, he's still in there," Lip told us, "They leave a key anywhere?" he asked. From past experience of just walking in, I shook my head, "Door's unlocked," I chuckled, "Who would be crazy enough to break in."
Lip sighed, "Right, you bring Grammy's gun?" Ian opened his jacket pocket to show him the gun wrapped in cloth. "Remember to wipe your prints off," Lip stated.
A door slammed and Lip slightly peaked his head up to look, "There he is," he told us. We looked up to see Terry walking away down the street.
We waited until he was out of sight before we sprinted across the street and started up the porch. Ian went in first, me behind me and Lip at the back.
