We all know I don't own the Black Donnellys. I really wish I did. Mmmmm... lol. Anyway, on with the story right?


"There was another girl interested in the Donnellys. Her name was Krista Farell. A lot of people just called her Kris," Joey began, leaning back in his chair.

"Wait a minute," one of the detectives said, interupting him yet again. Joey was really beginning to loose his patience. "Kris Farell, Dokey's daughter?"

"Yep," Joey said. "She was interested in the Donnellys at a very young age. Of course, her father had a tight noose around her neck, never really let her around them or Jenny Reilly. Kind of sad really. Maybe if he had, she wouldn't have turned out to be his un-doing." He looked a bit reflective on his own thoughts before he continued, "So, anyway..."


I wasn't a morning person. But someone pounding on my front door obviously thought I was. I pulled out a .38 and looked out the peep hole, only to see my uncle Huey out there. I quickly put my gun away and unlocked the door to let him in.

"What took so long, Kris?" he asked, quickly coming in. I rubbed her bare arms and sighed.

"You told me to be careful, so I'm trying," I told him. He nodded.

"I need to let you know some things, just in case..." he trailed off. I knitted my brows together, a little worried.

"In case of what?" I asked. And that's when I noticed something off. "Where's your body guard?" He ignored my question.

"I'm heading over to Sal's," he said, "and I want to make sure you understand why I'm doing what I'm doing." He put his hands on my shoulders and I looked him in the eye.

"What are you doing?" I said, a little wary.

"I have to take care of the Donnellys," he said. My eyes widened. "At least, one of them."

"Which one?" I asked, hoping that this was some sick joke.

"Jimmy, the oldest," he told me. "He made a fool out of Sal, you know what happened. I just want to make sure if something goes wrong tonight that your father won't completly destroy the trust I've took so much time to built." I nodded but pushed his hand away from me.

"Do Jimmy's brothers know what you're doing?" I asked. He shook his head.

"It's for the best," he told me. He gave me a quick hug and left. I quickly slipped on a pair of pants over my boxer shorts and picked up my cell.

"Hey, Tommy?" I said. "It's me. Kris."


In the next few minutes, I quickly learned of Sean's beating and hurried my way to the hospital.

If my father could see me now.

Shut up, little voice!

I smiled at Kevin, Mrs D, and Jenny and grabbed Tommy's hand, pulling him out to the hall, Kevin following while eating his sandwich.

"What do you know?" I asked.

"Not much," Tommy answered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sean's still out of it..."

"That's not what I meant," I said, cutting him off. "He's a Donnelly, we all know he'll be okay. I meant Jimmy."

"He's in jail now," Kevin stated. I looked back at forth at the boys, mouth agape.


"He was arrested for stealing a truck," Tommy said, elaborating on what I was now learning.

"So, what do we do?" I asked.

"We?" Tommy said, walking to the elevator, Kevin and I both following. "Go home, Kris." I shook my head.

"No way," I said. "Huey's going to be there, Tommy." He looked at me and then looked down.

"That's why I think you should stay here," Tommy said. Kevin stopped chewing and actually thought about it.

"You're going to kill him," I whispered. "I'm not stupid. I know you'll be the one to pull the trigger, but you need me to get in too, y'know? I can say I need to talk to him." I blinked, wondering what the hell I was doing. I was going to help kill my uncle? He nodded and got in the elevator, Kevin and I still following him. Before the doors could close, Jenny stopped them.

"Where are you guys going?" she asked. Kevin and I exchanged glances and backed away a bit from the bickering "couple." After so long, she let go of the doors, looking defeated. That's when Tommy glanced over to Kevin.

"Where are you going?" he asked one of his younger brothers.

"Where ever you go," was Kevin's simple answer and I couldn't help but smile. But, my wandering mind came back to knowing that I was helping to kill my uncle.


"So, you're telling us that Kris helped to take down her own unlce?"

"Wouldn't you?" Joey asked. shrugging his shoulders. "After all, she knew her uncle was crooked. She knew things about her unlce, things she had from his own mouth, that she knew would come back to haunt her. She didn't want anymore of his dirty secrets to keep."


"Are you sure about this?" Tommy asked me as we walked down the steps to where I knew Sal and my uncle waited for us.

"Not really," I answered. I looked behind me. "Do you think Kevin is going to be okay?" I asked, unsure.

"He can hold hiw own," Tommy promised as we reached the guard. I smiled at the guard and he patted Tommy down first. Good thing, that was part of the plan. I quickly pulled out a pocket knife I had concealed up my hoodie sleeve and stabbed him. Tommy grabbed his gun and quickly knocked the door in front of us down. He shot Sal first as I entered the room and I saw Huey turn to grab his gun.

"No!" I shouted. Huey stopped, staring at me, hurt evident in his eyes.

"Kris?" he asked, disbelief in his eyes. "Krissy?" I blinked away the tears, looking at the man who had treated me like I was human, he was nothing like my father but still, he had hurt people. Trust me, I knew. I turned to look at Tommy who was looking at me. I could tell from the look on his face that he was asking me if it was still alright he did this. I nodded and then looked at my uncle.

"Kill him," I said. My uncle's eyes were wide as Tommy shot him. Tommy quickly wiped down the gun, set it on the ground, and grabbed my hand, pulling me out the door and up the steps, back to where Kevin stood. They pulled the last body in the doorway and we left, quickly. Making sure no one had seen us.


So, what do you guys think?