What do you suppose would happen if the Saints of Boston had to protect someone they vowed to protect others from? I wondered the same question, knowing someday soon I was going to swallow my pride and ask them for their help, hoping that their religious backgrounds would allow them to forgive my sins. Someday had come quicker then I wanted, someday is today. With the connections I have I was able to easily figure out who the Saints are, using that information for the past few months I have followed them figuring out their schedules so I could plan my timing perfectly in my favor. Things worked out for me a late Friday night, the boys were leaving their local hang out bar unarmed, which was the best possibility, I had been planning for the worst. Hoping luck was on my side I began to follow the brothers down the street.

I would like to think I picked up on some of the body language between the brothers after watching them for so long, so when I seen the subtle shift in the way the carried themselves I knew they were aware that someone was following them. They had stiffened their backs and with a small look at each other they made a sudden turn down an alley, letting out a soft sigh I decided that maybe tonight wasn't the night to ask for the favor I needed. Pulling my jacket up further to block out the cold wind I continued past the alley the brothers turned down and headed home. If that's what you could consider home, a rundown motel room where I'm safer sleeping on a park bench down the street than walking into one of those rooms, but that's all a part of the consequences, consequences that were quickly bringing my life down around me.

I heard the scrapping of a rock that sounds like it had been shifted by a foot; I didn't want to turn around and let them know that I heard them, right now they probably just think that I am out for the night, not that I am out following them. My thoughts proved right when after turning onto the next street I heard them pick up the pace to a light jog, when they were closer to me they slowed down.

"Ma'am would you like us to walk you home? It's pretty late out for you to be wondering out alone."

I slightly turned my head to the left and seen that Connor was the first one to speak. I turned my body more to face him, allowing a gentle smile on my face, tonight is not the night, I'll act like I have no idea who they are.

"No, thank you, I'm almost there anyways."

"Then you might as well let us walk you the rest of the way." This time it was Murphy that spoke. Giving in I nodded my head briefly, "Yeah, alright I suppose I could let you walk me home"

We continued on in silence for another 15 minutes, we turned on the street that was home for the motel, it was up ahead, I seen the brothers look at each other out of the corner of my eye, knowing the judging thoughts they had. I shook my head "It's not that bad you know" Murphy let out a snort of disbelief; I stopped in my tracks and gave him my dirtiest look.

"I realize that this may not be up to your standards, but this is my home, feel free to leave now I think I can handle the rest of the walk."

I pushed past the boys but was unable to make it too far when Connor grabbed my elbow and stopped by to apologize for his brothers behavior.

"I'm sorry, sometimes Murphy is a jackass, by the way, I'm Connor and this is my brother Murphy." Connor used his free hand to gesture to each of them while he introduced them. "And you are?"

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, trying to decide if I wanted to tell them who I was after the attitude I received, I finally sighed "I'm Kaylee, It's nice to meet you boys, now if you don't mind its late and I want to get sleep, I have an early day."

"Alright lass, you have a good night."

Connor let go of my arm as he was saying goodnight, I nodded my head and glanced in Murphy's direction, he unlike his brother didn't bid me a goodnight just simple nodded his head in my direction. Not giving a response I turned on my heels and continued towards the motel, I felt the brothers eyes on my back until I made it in to the room and closed the door. I threw my purse on the beat down table next to the door and made my way to the bathroom, I put my long blonde hair in a messy bun on top of my head and began washing my make up from the day off. When I was finished I looked up into the mirror and made a promise by the end of next week, I will talk to the brothers once more. I left the bathroom, tuning off the light as I went and stripped down to my tank top and underwear I crawled into bed and put this day behind me, so I can prepare once again.