Under Cover

When I came to we were at a different empty building next to the river. I could tell by the sound of the boats going through and the salty scent of the ocean water. Harry was tied to a chair next to me with his head resting forwards limply and I panicked when I saw the blood dripping down the side of his head.

“Hey, wake up.” I said as I tried to get over to him only to discover I was also tied up.

I somehow managed to scoot my chair closer and I kicked at his leg with my foot to wake him up. Sighing in relief as he moved.

“Oh thank god. Are you okay?” I asked him when he lifted his head.

“I'm fine, but I think we’ve been caught. Your wig is gone.” he said.

We both felt panicked, knowing right then that we had been discovered. Whoever was working for them had to have been in our small group from earlier. Which means it could be Jensen, Dylan, Mahoney, or a few others. Just thinking about it made me sick.

“Seems like you two are a little smarter than I thought, but of course I am one step ahead.”

We both turned to see Murphy walking up with my dad being dragged behind him by two men. There were a few others who appeared out of the shadows and by the terrified look on my dad’s face I knew we were in trouble.

“Murphy, just leave them alone. They were just trying to protect me.” My dad said, only to get a swift punch in the gut.

“Stop it!” I cried, struggling to get out of the restraints.

“You are in no position to tell me what to do little girl.” Murphy warned as he gripped onto my jaw. “I haven’t decided what I'm going to do with you yet. Maybe I'll let you live and keep you instead of your father. You would be much more fun.”

I spit in his face which obviously pissed him off by the way he backhanded me. Now it was Harry’s turn to be pissed.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” he growled as he violently squirmed to try to get free.

“Fuck you.” I snapped, showing him no fear as I glared at him.

“We’ll see how you feel in a moment.” He smirked as he pulled out a pocket knife.

I tensed slightly as he brushed it against my cheek and left a small cut. Just when I thought he was going to do it again he turned and slammed it down into Harry’s leg which made him yell out in pain.

“Stop! Don’t hurt him!” I yelled, watching helplessly as he twisted the knife which made Harry cry out even more.

My eyes filled with tears as I watched him get punched by one of the other men until his face was bloody and he could barely hold his head up.

“Please stop! I'll do anything you want. Just stop. Please!” I begged, letting out a sob as I looked at Harry who shook his head slightly.

“Good. That’s the kind of obedience I was looking for.” Murphy smirked as he looked at me. “I was going to keep you for myself, but I think my son will enjoy you much more than I will.”

“Son?” The three of us said at the same time, my father just as confused.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure approaching and when I saw who it was my stomach churned.

“No…” I whispered.

“Oh don't be so surprised, Charlie. I'll admit I can’t put on a good english accent, but you were too sad and stupid to realize the difference.” Dylan smirked, his true Irish accent coming through.

“You… All this time. I confided in you and cried to you, but you knew where he was the whole time.” I choked out.

Just thinking about how he put his hands on me and all the late nights we spent tangled up in the sheets made me sick to my stomach. No one knew Murphy had a son, but it was obviously a long kept secret and a plan for infiltrating the police force. It was a good plan, but there was no way in hell that we were letting that happen.

“Yes, it was. You have no idea how hard it was not to laugh. ‘My daddy is gone and I'm all alone’” He mocked and laughed. “Your father caught on to my identity early on so we had to deal with him and what better way to get him to willingly work for us than to get close to his precious little girl?”

Dylan put his hand on my cheek and I pulled my head away from him, feeling disgusted by his touch now when I used to find comfort in it.

“You'll learn to respect me. When I'm through killing the rest of your family you'll have nothing left to fight for.” He smirked.

“What do you mean the rest?” I asked.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that I paid mummy dearest a visit before I came here?” he smirked.

“No. You didn't.” I choked out as a new fresh wave of tears washed over me.

“Oh I did. It was quite thrilling seeing the life leave her eyes as I choked it out of her. Guess the nurses will have quite the surprise when they find her in the morning.” he smirked.

“You little fucker!” My dad yelled as he managed to get away long enough to land a punch on him, but he was quickly grabbed again. Dylan kicked him in the gut and punched him a few times which made me scream at him to stop. When he finally finished my father was limp and unable to hold himself up.

“You son of a bitch!” I yelled through my tears, glaring as he walked over and pushed my chair back causing the wind to be knocked out of me for a moment because of how hard I landed. He grabbed a jug of water and when he grabbed a cloth I knew what he was going to do. My eyes widened and I struggled to get free, whimpering as he stood over me.

“Dylan, no. Please don’t.” I begged.

“You should think twice about talking to me like you just did.” he said as he put the cloth over my face and poured the water on, simulating drowning which was now my biggest fear and he knew that. Water filled my throat and I tried coughing it up, but more just took it's place.

This can’t be it.

I heard Harry yelling as I struggled to breathe as Dylan held my head in place, but just as I was about to pass out I heard the sounds of gunshots and yelling outside. I heard the chair next to me break and a second later the water stopped. I shake my head to knock off the cloth and cough up some water, seeing Harry and Dylan fighting as they wrestled around on the floor throwing punches. Chaos erupted as a bunch of cops flooded the place, shooting any of Murphy’s men that they came across.

My dad took the chance to get up as he grabbed onto the knife that had fallen out of Harry’s leg when he tackled Dylan. He cut the ropes that had held me to the chair and I rolled off then sat up and hugged him tightly, letting out a small sob.

“You’re okay. It's alright, honey.” He soothed me for a moment before pulling me to my feet because I was still a bit lightheaded. “We have to go.”

“No. I can't leave Harry.” I shook my head and looked over at the two men.

Dylan dug his fingers into Harry’s hurt leg as he laid under him, causing him to growl in pain and collapse just enough for Dylan to get the advantage. I started to run over to help, but before I could Dylan gave Harry one swift punch which seemed to knock him out cold.

“Get away from him!” I yelled at Dylan, rushing over to push him away but he just grabbed onto me and shoved me away.

In my weakened state I stumbled and fell to the ground, glancing at my dad who was busy fighting off one of the other men so I was on my own. I moved myself backwards as Dylan grabbed a gun off one of the dead bodies, pointing it right at me.

“You little bitch. You had to go and ruin everything. We could have done so much together and owned this city, but you fucked it up.” He growled.

“Dylan, we were best friends. Are you really going to shoot me?” I asked him.

“Friends?” he scoffed. “You were just some girl I fucked for fun and to keep Tommy over there in line. You are nothing to me.”

My eyes filled with tears as I closed my eyes and heard a gunshot, but the pain never came. When I opened my eyes I saw Harry standing in front of me and another gunshot rang out which made his body jerk from the hit. Before he could get a third, Jensen ran in and shot Dylan in the head which killed him instantly.

My focus turned back to Harry who dropped to his knees in front of me. I immediately scrambled forwards and gently pulled his body back into my lap, choking out a sob when I saw the red liquid spilling out of two holes in his abdomen and chest.

“N No. Harry, hold on. Oh my god.” I placed my trembling hands over the wounds trying to hold pressure so he didn’t lose so much blood. “Jensen! Call an ambulance!”

Jensen looked over and nodded, already on the radio calling it in. I turned back to Harry who reached up to touch my cheek.

“It'll be okay. I love you, Charls.”

“No, it won’t. You have to hold on. I love you so much.” I whimpered as I cried harder than I ever had before.

We both knew how bad the situation was and how the odds were stacked so high against us that I could no longer see the outcome on the other side. I kept my hand pressed over the wounds the best I could as I leaned down and kissed him with everything I had just in case this was goodbye.

“I love you.” I whimpered as I cradled his upper body in my arms until the paramedics arrived and took him away from me, but by then his eyes were already closed and my heart was shattered.

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