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Chapter 1: The Angels of Ireland

Eryn turned the lock of her apartment, slowly walking in; her tired eyes scan the room for her best friend, Brie. Giving up, she laid her bag on the floor and slipped her shoes off. "Brie" Ye here?" she called out as she pulled her hair back into a braid. Sliding her jacket off, she walked into the living room ta see Brie, holding a beer and flipping through the channels.

"Well, I see ye were productive taday," she said as she saw her turn to give her a glare.

"Aye, very productive taday. I just say on me fuckin' arse and watched soaps all fuckin' day," she said as she glared at her friend. She turned back to the TV and kept flipping as Eryn sat next to her.

"Aye, so I take it that ye lost yer case?" she asked before handing another beer to her and took a sip of her own.

"No, I won me case but I found out that both Da and Teague were placed under heavy observation due ta the fuckin' Saints! How the fuck can we break'em out if those Saints cause all the fuckin' Irish prisoners ta be under observation?" she vented.

"Well we could kill the Saints then," Eryn joked before taking another sip of her beer.

"If ye do that then I'm not gonna save ye from prison," she smiled but Eryn could tell in her eyes that she was heavily considering the idea. Brie shrugged gently before turning the TV off to give her full attention to her roommate.

"Well then we're gonna have ta do it the legal way and have them expedited back ta Ireland for some bullshit crime. I'm sure ye can be creative enough ta figure that one out," Eryn joked as she relaxed into the couch.

"Hard day at the hospital," Brie noted as she watched her friend relax. She wasn't really asking. She knew how her friend worked and knew that she always came home stressed.

"Aye. Fuckin' brutal. Three young lads came in with gunshot wound. They were all around 15 years old. When I asked them how they got them, they said they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's all that they'd give me. They wouldn't say anther word ta me or the cops. It's shit like that that that makes me glad we have the Saints," Eryn said as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Aye on some days, I can agree with ye but others, I can't. Because of them, the mafias are after anyone Irish. They rape the women, and beat the men ta death. It almost makes me wish we were back in Ireland," Brie stated.

"Almost?" Eryn asked.

"Aye, well we need our das first and then ta find the MacManuses. MaBelle said they're here in South Boston somewhere," Brie reasoned.

"Just her twins?"

"Nah, she says her husband's here too. Ye remember ole Noah? Don't ya?"

"Brie, I can't remember Connor or Murphy. What makes ye think I'll remember Noah?" she said as she grabbed two more beers from the fridge.

"I don't know, I just remember Noah's butterfly and his kind eyes. It's the butterfly I remember most of all," Brie said as she thought back to the butterfly.

"He's been gone twenty-eight years. How the hell do ye remember that? We were only toddlers when he left and only five when Annabelle, Connor, and Murphy moved closer ta Sibeal," Eryn questioned.

"Just because yer memory faded with age doesn't mean mine did as well," Brie teased.

"So do ye remember what Connor and Murphy look like?" Eryn challenged.

"Christ, it's been twenty-three years since we've seen them, how the hell should I know?" Bri shot back.

Eryn got up from the couch and looked up at the clock. It was eleven back in Ireland and they had to do their monthly calls to their mothers so that they didn't worry and send the army after them. "We should give the worry twins a call before it gets ta late and they start harassing us," she said as she grabbed her mobile and dialed her mother's.

"True. Oh, it's Ma MacManus' birthday. We should sing ta her. She'd like that since she doesn't get ta see her boys. Ungrateful bastards. Not there for their own Ma's birthday," Brie grumbled as she went searching for her own phone.

"Ello?" a familiar voice called on the other end.

"Hey Ma! How are ye doing?" Eryn's said to her mother, her voice now sounding full of energy.

"Eryn Cathleen Gregor! It has almost been four weeks since ye have called home. What have ye been up to?" she yelled over the phone.

Eryn easily held the phone away from her ear and could still hear her mother. "Ma, I'm sorry. Things have been really crazy around here and besides, do ye know how much it cost me ta call home? It's not exactly cheap, mother. But I'm calling now. Is everything ok?" Eryn asked as she gave a little sass to her mother.

"Besides me daughter and husband livin in America, yeah I'm fine," she snapped. "And yer tone is unnecessary and I suggest that it change pretty quickly."

"Aye Ma, my apologies. I know that this is hard for ye but Brie and I are working on getting Da and Baine out but were gonna have ta do it the legal way. Blame the fuckin' Saints for the extra security. Christ, they're fuckin' pissin me off!" Eryn complained before realizing what she had just said to her mother.

"Ye watch yer mouth!" her mother chided.

"Mother Mary, Father Christ," she recited before crossing herself. "But ye know I'm right. Then ta add ta our weighty list, we need to find all three MacManuses. Which we haven't seen them since we were five and MaBelle didn't bother ta give us a pictures of the boys," she whined.

"Aye, ye have a lot ta do but I know ye can do it. As for Connor, Murphy and Noah, Annabelle says ta bring them home for their own safety," her mother reminded.

"We're trying. Anyway, how's Tristan? He shot yet?" Eryn said as quickly as possible. She looked up to see Brie giving her a weird look but waved her off as she continued her conversation.

"He's hasn't been shot and don't curse him like that. Although he does miss ye. WE all do," her mother said softly, her voice seeming like a lullaby.

"What are those three doing that they need ta come back ta Ireland ta be safe?" Eryn asked as she quickly changed the subject. She didn't want to think about how much she missed her family.

"Nothing, well I need ta get ready ta head ta the pub with Belle and Illianna. Don't forget ta call Annabelle and wish her a happy birthday."

"Yes mother. I love ye, mama and I'll be home as soon as I can. Give Trist a hug and a smack on the back of the head for me," she said affectionately.

"Aye, I will. Be safe, me darling. I love ye as well. Goodnight," her mother said before disconnecting. Eryn looked over and saw that Brie was still on the phone with her mother. Deciding to give her privacy, she went into her room to change her outfit.

Brie listened to the ringing of her, waiting for her favorite person to answer the phone.

"Hello? Logan home," a sing song voice called out.

"Ma! It's yer baby girl!" Brie sang back.

"Brie! Ello me darling! How are ye, love?" her mother answered, thrilled to hear her daughter.

"I'm fuckin' ok, aside from the fuckin' government rippin me a new asshole. Since those damn Saints have been so busy killing mafia members, they decided that they needed extra security around da and Teague," Brie whined.

"Now Brie, shut up and quit yer whining. Ye know it gives me a headache. Now what's this about Baine and Teague needing extra security?"

"Because one of the Saints is an old prisoner from there, so anyone who came in contact with him can only be visited with lawyers and guards present in the room," Brie said more calmly.

"Aye that is a pain. What does Eryn think?"

"I didn't tell her the whole thing but she did suggest the legal way and extradite them back ta Ireland. In order ta do that, we'd need guards, ambassadors and legal documentation stating that they have committed crimes in Ireland that they need ta pay for. Not ta mention they are Irish citizens and American has ta give them back ta us," she explained.

"Well Cathleen and I can be yer ambassadors but as for yer guards, I don't know. Ye may have ta ask for God's help on this one," her mother suggested.

"Yes Ma, well Ery and I still have a lot more drinkin ta do so I'll call ye later when we have some idea of what the fuck we're doin," Brie said as she decided to end the conversation.

"Alright love, I'll talk ta ye later. Give Eryn a hug for me."

"Aye, I will but before ye go, how's Colin?"

"Yer brother is fine. He finally opened up his bloody restaurant."

"Really? How'd that go?" Brie asked.

"Well he's book for the next five months, what do ye think?" her mother said proudly.

"His food's that bad? Those poor customers," Brie teased.

"Yer a real riot, ye fuckin bitch," she heard in the background.

"Aye, love ye too, Colin. Alright Ma, I need ta get going. Love ye," Brie laughed.

"Alright my love. Don't get ta drunk tonight. Be safe. Love ye," her mother said.

"I will. Ye as well and make sure Colin doesn't poison the town. Bye!" she said as she heard her brother yell something but quickly hung up the phone to see Eryn had changed and waiting to phone the final mother.

"Ye ready?" she asked as she dialed another number and placed the phone on speaker and set it between them.

"MacManus residence," said Annabelle.

Eryn held up her fingers and counted to three. The girls harmonized as they sang. "Happy birthday ta ye, happy birthday ta ye, happy birthday dear MaBelle, happy birthday ta ye!" they sang before hearing Annabelle sniffle on the other end of the phone.

"Aye, it's always nice ta hear the angels sing happy birthday ta this ole woman," she said as the girls heard the smile on her voice.

"MaBelle, yer not old," chimed Eryn.

"Aye, ye can't still scare the hell out of grown men, that shows how young ye really are," Brie added.

"Ye girls are true angels. Maybe once ye meet up with me boys, ye all can marry and make them behave," MaBelle said with a somewhat distant sound.

"MaBelle, are ye drunk?" Eryn asked with a sly grin.

"Yer Mas and I haven't made it down ta the Anvil yet," she defended.

"Yeah but MaBelle, the only thing ta drink in yer house are the drinks ye find at the Anvil," Brie quipped.

"Now, I know ye two are perfect for me boys, ye make fun of me just like them," she said as the girls heard the pout.

"Now MaBelle, we both love ye ta much ta make fun of ye and as for yer boys, we'll give them a piece of our minds for teasing ye so," Eryn said as she tried to hide her amusement. She looked over at the clock and nodded at Brie.

"Alright MaBelle, we have ta run a few errands but happy birthday and we'll call ye soon," Brie spoke up.

"Aye, I should go down and meet up with yer mothers. But when me boys call, I'll tell them ta keep an eye out for ye."

"MaBelle, if ye know where they are and can get a hold of them, then why don't ye tell them ta come home?" Eryn asked.

"Cause they need ta be forced and yer already there so ye can beat them home. Alright girls, we shall talk again soon."

"Night Mabelle, love ye!" they spoke in unison before hanging up.

"Now what?" Brie asked.

"I need a good drink. Wanna pub hunt?" Eryn said with a sneaky smile.

"Aye!" Brie shouted as she pulled her coat on. Eryn followed suit as she grabbed her wallet and keys.

"So where ta?" Brie asked.
"I heard of a little Irish pub in South Boston called McGinty's. How does that sound?" she asked as they walked outside.

"Aye, sounds like a plan," she said as they started to walk against the cold wind. After about 20 minutes of walking, they heard the noise of drunken laughter. Smiling, both girls walked into the warm pub.

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