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My life has been a rollercoaster since I was little. I grew up in a small village in Northern Ireland as the daughter of Alice and Richard Doyle. As you know, I had a brother, Ian but he was already 10 when I was born. While our mum was busy protecting us from Richard´s anger issues, he took care of me. I don’t remember much of the time he was with us but I always knew that he was the one taking care of me. My dad always wanted him to join the mafia when he turned 18 but Ian had other plans. As soon as he could he disappeared. I was so confused because I couldn’t understand why he left me but as time passed, I understood. After he left, Richard started drinking more often than before and with his growing alcohol consumption also came bigger anger issues. It didn’t take long until he started hurting us. Mum really tried her best to protect me but she wasn’t always successful. All the time I just wished Ian would come back and help us but well… he didn’t. He never showed up again and he left us all alone with an aggressive, old and basically always drunk man.
After Ian left, she was everything I had but then she got sick, cancer. The day she died was the worst day of my life. It felt like my whole world collided around me and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt so alone with my loss, it didn’t seem that dad would care and Ian? I had no Idea where he was. I tried to reach him but I guess he didn’t want to be found. After her death, dad´s alcohol problem got worse and worse and when he got angry… well let´s say I had to learn how to protect myself and I did. I gave my best to survive but I struggled. I got thrown out of three different schools and the few friends I had, cut me off. One day he got really angry, it was the day I got thrown out of school for the third time, where he almost killed me. I escaped and I still have no idea how but when I came back, he was dead. There was blood all over the floor it looked really gruesome but I didn’t care. I guess someone came and did me a favor. They knew who he was so they didn’t bother to investigate. I didn’t care anyway I was just glad he was gone. I know that sound hard, a girl who is glad that her dad is gone but this man put me through hell and know it was his time to rot there.
There I was, sixteen years old and an orphan with a brother that was nowhere to be found, I thought at least. The day they wanted to put me in one of those old, rusty and creepy children homes he came and took me.
I was pissed, of course I mean he left me and he didn’t care when mum died but, on the inside, I was glad he came. We had our problems getting along but we made it work. He took me to that huge mansion in Italy. I mean my family always had money but this was something else. He had people working for him at home that did everything he told them to do. At first, I had no idea what he was doing but it didn’t take long until he told me. When he left, he joined Irelands biggest military organization, the IRA. I was mad and hurt at first because I thought he disappeared to have a better life than he would’ve in the mafia but he convinced me that his life was indeed better. I don’t know how he did it but at the time he was 25, they had already made him their leader and with that the youngest they ever had. He told me everything about his job. It wasn’t that glamorous as you might think, considering his house but it was better than the life I lived before. I didn’t tell him about Richard back then because I barely knew Ian and I had no idea what kind of person he was.
After a few weeks he sent me to a fancy private school. I didn’t want to go but since I was only 16, he insisted. I always got myself into trouble, so it was a wonder that they kept me there. I guess it was because of Ian´s generous donations. I never really had any friends, the other kids all hated me but there was this one girl that was always nice to me. With her on my side, my grades went up and I didn’t get into as much trouble as I used to. We got really close until her parents caught us kissing one day and she was never allowed to see me again. That really threw me off and I fell into my old habits. Ian noticed and he helped me up again. In those few years I was with him he became the most important human- being in my life. He taught me how to fight and how be fearless. I mean coming from this family, I always had to be strong otherwise I probably wouldn’t have survived the time alone with our father but Ian made me stronger. He taught me everything I know.
We never really talked about it but it was always clear that I would join him after school. I guess he saw something in me that made him wanting me by his side. We made that promise, that we would always have each other´s back, no matter what happened. And we did. After I graduated, I joined the IRA and Ian made me his right hand. Because of my extraordinary communication skills, became I his personal dealmaker. I always looked out after new potential partners and when I found them, I arranged meeting between them and Ian. Working with these people made me improve my social skills and by the time I was around 22 I was an expert when it came to human behavior. I knew that someone was about to switch sides before they knew and that made me to Ian´s most important weapon. Together we were invincible.
Even though Ian knew that I was able to protect myself he had always been the protective brother. Especially when it came to dating. Like I said, I wasn’t that kind of person that falls in love easily but how could I? Since I moved in with him, he always told me to be careful with whom I trust and I was but when I trusted someone and I brought her home, she still had to pass Ian and that was mostly where it failed. I had my fun but when it became more than just fun either Ian or me ruined it. With Ian on the other hand, it was different. He dated so many girls that at some point I lost count. The problem was that his type, was also my type like we both had a huge thing for dark hair and eyes, so it´s probably no surprise to you when I tell you that I couldn’t resist flirting with some of these girls.
With time he got really annoyed by it but that made it even more fun. There was this one girl Chloe. We got along well but there was never more. Long story short, she got pregnant. Ian was so happy about that, he really wanted that baby but Chloe? The thought of giving birth to Ian´s baby disgusted her so much that she tried to kill it before it was even born. At least that’s what Ian says. I can understand why he was upset but holding her as a prisoner for over six months? Damn. Communication was never Ian´s strength and I guess it wasn’t Chloe´s either. Seeing what he did to her, made me realize of what he is capable of and that the Ian I know, is not the Ian other people know. I tried to help Chloe but there wasn’t much I could do and deep down, I knew how important that baby was to Ian.
Anyways after Declan was born Ian gave Chloe a lot of money and she disappeared. Declan quickly became the most important thing on this earth for Ian, but not just for him, for me too. Never would I have thought that I was capable of so much love. He was the best thing that ever happened to him. But in this job it´s dangerous to have such strong feelings for someone especially when that someone can´t protect themselves. That’s why Ian made Louise his housekeeper adopt him. He was too afraid that someone would use him against him or even against me. I wasn’t a big feelings person but this little guy, was my soft spot.
A few years passed and I got better. I learned more languages so we could widen our horizon and Ian gained more influence in other countries like Russia, Brazil, and Bulgaria. I even started to learn Arab but it wasn’t our intension to expand there. One day I got a phone call from Jack Fahey he was someone from the Irish mafia who called himself “the man”. If you ask me, he was pathetic but used to work for Richard and he knew Ian so he started to work for him after Richard´s death. Apparently, he knew someone who could be interested in making business with us. He wanted to meet me in DC but I was in Salvador at this time so I sent Ian, turns out shouldn’t have done that.