I knew it. That ya's be askin' tha' particular question some day.
*He sighed, rubbed his face with both hands and then looked back up.*
See, Me, Da, Conner, we were tapped by God, ta rid the world of evil men. So tha' good may flourish. At first our Da' was sent to take a hit out on us, got shot by 'im too. El Duce. Tha' is wha' the mob called 'im. Me an' Conner jus' used ta work in a meat packin' plant. 'Til one night we got inta a brawl with some Russian mobsters. They was taken ova' the bar we always went ta afta work. M'Ginty's. Anyway, we fought 'em cause they began ta pick on 'im, the owner an' us. Conner set ona their ass on fire. The next mornin' afta we rolled in from celebratin' from Saint Patty's, the Mobsters found our apartment, rushed us there and kidnapped me, handcuffed Conner to our toilet. They woulda executed me, kneelin' there in the alley iffen Conner hadn'a ripped the damn toilet from the floor, climbed ta the roof an' dropped it on ona their heads, then he jumped off the roof. We went ta the hospital, the cops were at our place investigatin'. So, after we got cleaned up, we walked to the police station in our robes ta confess it all. They deemed it an act of self defense. We wanted ta stay outta the press, so they allowed us ta sleep in their cell. A friend, Rocco, who joined us lata' in our mission brought us our clothes an' our rosary, crosses. Tha' night it rained an' Conner and I had this same euphoric, dream like trance. We jus' knew as the wata' spilled out onta our heads an' as it did we knew wha' we must do, wha' God was askin' of us, wha' He jus' baptized us ta do. Lata tha' day we traded in the dead mobsters money and gold we took before headin' to the hospital for guns and such. They also had a beepa, their mob heads had called a Russian syndicate meetin'. Commer an' I had tha' pager from the things we took. So, Conner called an' since we can speak fluent Russian, it tol' us about this meetin'. We set up an' off we went. We killed 'em all, said our family prayer ova' em, gave 'em las' rights an' put pennies ova their eyes for the Boatman. From tha' day forward we was out for mobster blood. We neva' hurt a child nor a woman, not what we was about. Like I said, we had a partner for a bit, we got cocky an' wenta ona the major Italian mobsters homes, an' got caught and tied up. They tortured us an' then killed 'im, Rocco tha' is, in fronta us. I made Conner break me arm to get outta the handcuffs an' ta help set Conner free, we then gave Rocco his las' rights an' in walked our Da, but we didn' know it was 'im. He heard us recitin' the family prayer, we heard 'im, turned our guns on 'im, but all he did was recite the prayer, then he came ta us, as we knelt by Rocco an' put a hand on eacha our heads. We were a family again, we worked tagether with the Boston cops an' the F.B.I. for a tick. Then we had ta start movin' ta different towns. Tha' day we met the job we went on went sideways. Makin' us all haveta split up some. I went to the dinner, guy musta tracked me there an' ya know the rest.
*Then he sat there, waiting for her to freak out, or to tell him to leave, anything really.*