Summary: Dawn seeks out The Boondock Saints asking for a favor. A favor in which they happily accept, but the two brothers had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Love can be a dangerous thing.
Rating: Rated M for language, and adult situations. Menage a Trois. There will be no twincest!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Boondock Saints I or II, but I do own any characters or plot you don't recognize.
WARNING: This fanfiction will be different from other Boondock Saints. Reason number one is because it's more fluff than anything and reason number two is because the main character is a lot different than any female main character I have read in a Boondock Saints fan fiction so far. She's very rich and into beauty and fashion. I apologize if that type of thing drives you crazy. But this story is dedicated to a very good friend of mine, and that's how she wanted her main character to be portrayed.
I am going to be in so much shit when I get home! I can just picture how things are going to turn out. The instant I walk through the door my Mother will start balling her eyes out and my Father will lecture and yell at me, forcing me to do some of my own yelling, and resulting in me being grounded for god knows how long.
Not like that's anything different though.
I pull my gray colored sheer cardigan around me tighter as I walk down the deserted night street. I've been out walking around aimlessly for hours now and my feet are starting to seriously hurt—curiosity of my Jimmy Choo pumps. But I'm only ten minuets away from home so I'll just have to suck it up. As I continued on my walk home I stared into my neighbors driveway gates at the mansions inside and wondered if the classy families are as happy as the picture perfect look of their million dollar houses portrays them to be.
I for one know just how much looks can be deceiving.
God! How can she continue saying that to me and not know how much it kills me inside! 'Dawn, why can't you be like your sister? She never messes up the way you do,' she says to me. Her own damn daughter!
"Dawn, don't you walk away from me while I'm talking to you!" My Mom yelled at me from the bottom of the staircase. I stopped mid-step and turned around so I was facing my Mother. The person who gave me life, and the person who would rather exchange me for a clone of my flawless sister, Scarlett.
I stomped my way back down the stairs and stopped a few from where she was standing. "No, Mother. I will walk away from you when your talking to me, I will always fail at school, I will continue to sneak out of my room at night to go see guys and I will never ever act like that Mother-Freaking-Teresa wanna be daughter of yours! Wanna know why? Because I'm Dawn Donovan. The fucked up daughter of the great Maxwell and Victoria Donovan!"
My Mother stared at me in horror and that's when I noticed that I was crying. I pushed past her and wiped the tears off my cheeks with my sleeve as I ran to the front door and flung it open. I hurried out of it and heard my Mother calling my name as I slammed the door shut. I took off running. I don't know what I'm doing or where I am going, all I know is I can't stay here any longer.
I finally made it to my front gate and let out a weary sigh. There's no way in hell I'm going to be able to get out of this one, so I better just go in and get it over with. I punched in the security code on the gate and waited for it to open. As I waited I saw my Fathers Lamborghini Ankonian in the driveway and rolled my eyes. Leave it to him to own a the most obnoxious car out there.
Even if I did think it looked kinda cool.
The gate opened fully and I shuffled in. I walked as slow as humanly possible to the front door and reluctantly opened it. I entered and shut the door behind me. Hmmm, its awfully quite in here. Wheres the yelling? Ah, they must be in the living room waiting to scold me. I stared at my shoes as I walked to said berating place.
"Okay lets get this over with so I...Oh my god!" My heart sank to my stomach at the sight before me. My Mother...my Father...Scarlett, all laid brutally murdered on the carpet of the living room. I let out a glass shattering scream and ran to each one of them to check if they were alive—but it was too late. They had to of been here for at least an hour or so. I looked down at my shaking hands and saw a mixture of my families blood on them. I couldn't stand the sight and vomited on the shattered glass coffee table beside me. My breathing ceased as everything around me started to spin. I sat there and just...stared.
I don't know how long I sat there in that catatonic state, but by the time I snapped out of it I knew what I had to do. I jerked up abruptly and walked to the room where the security cameras are located and downloaded the living room security camera footage for the day onto a DVD. I ran upstairs and packed all the clothes, make-up, and shoes I could get my hands on. Once I filled two suitcases and a large duffel bag I walked back downstairs.
All the while keeping up that detached attitude. I can't afford to freak out right now. No, that will have to wait till later. Right now I need to find the only people who can help me. The Boondock Saints.
The next day.
As I drive through the unfamiliar streets of Boston I started hyperventilating from the lack of sleep and the insanity of all of this. I left New York roughly around 2:00 PM this afternoon and it took me seven tense hours to drive to Boston. When I was withdrawing all of my college fund and Scarlett's as well from the bank I asked the bank teller how long it would take to drive to Boston from New York.
He said it only took four hours.
Well stupid me forgot to ask for directions to get there so it took me almost double the time. I have the worst sense of direction. I seriously should of just spent the money on an airplane ticket. Gods knows I have enough money to have done so. My stomach started growling angrily at me for neglecting it so I decided it was best to stop for a quick meal at one of the run down looking bars that inhabit this section of the town. I parked the car my Father bought for me on my sixteenth birthday, a black Jeep Wrangler Rubicon, outside of a Bar called McGinty and got out.
As I walked towards the door two shady looking men who were leaning up against the wall of the bar smoking cigarettes and drinking beer leered at me and my expansive clothes. My heart rate started to speed up as they walked towards me. I hurried threw the door and shut it quickly. I glanced around the bar and my eyes widened.
The term out of the frying pan and into the fire came to mind.
Oh god, there are only men here! Though theres only about seven or eight, but that's not really the problem. I should get out of here. Just as I went to leave, the men from outside walked through the door, blocking my only exit. I weighed the chance of my escaping around in my head for a few seconds and the outlook didn't seem to good. I looked back at the guys who were sitting at the bar and saw they were all still staring at me.
From the looks of it they are a hellvua lot more friendly then these two so I scurried over to the bar and sat three seats away from the nearest guy in the group, and placed my hand bag on the bar infront of me. I heard the two men sit down at a booth in the back of the bar and let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding. The old bartender walked over to me and handed me a dirty menu. I took it and gave him a small smile; he returned the favor and left without saying anything.
I glanced at the man closest to me and was surprised to see that he was extremely attractive. Same with the man next to him, who was peering around the first man to see me. Wow, they sure do look alike. Must be brothers, twins by the look of it. I realized they saw me staring and whipped my head down to look at the menu, blushing.
After about five minuets the bartender came back and asked, " A-a-are you r-ready to order?" I didn't think anything of the odd way he was talking and shook my head in the positive.
"Yes. I'll have the cheeseburger," I replied and he nodded slightly and disappeared through a door to what I'm assuimg is the kitchen. I crossed my arms and rubbed my elbows—like I also do when I'm upset or nervous. And right now I'm both. God, how the hell am I supposed to find these Saints? The only picture I have of what they look like is the drawling of them from the news cast a couple of years back. So I basically have no idea what they look like, or if they are even in Boston anymore! And say if I do find them, what if they decline to help me?
Jeez I'm such a ignorant idiot! So stupid...So incredibly worthless...
I was to busy hating myself I didn't notice when the two sleazeballs from earlier sat each sat in a chair on either side of me. "Hey," one of them slurred and I tried my best to ignore him. But its hard to ignore the stench of alcohol and I turned my head the other way. Only to be hit by another wave of booze coming off the other guy.
"Hey baby we're talking to ya," Guy number two said. I grabbed my hand bag off of the counter and held it in my lap, getting ready to run for the door. Guy number one noticed where my thoughts were heading and turned my chair to face him with a kick of his foot. God, why is this happening to me? Was last night not bad enough?
"Come on babe, there's no need to be shy. We'll treat ya real nice," Guy number two breathed down my neck.
"Please leave me alone." My plea was barely audible to my own ears.
"Baby it'll be fun," Guy number one urged.
"Please. Leave. Me. Alone," I said with force this time. Guy number two put a hand on my neck while guy number one placed a hand on my thigh.
"Oi! The lady asked ye ta leave her be," An angry Irish voice said. I looked behind me to see the two attractive brothers down the bar walking over to us.
"And being so polite about it. Which isn't something scum like ye be deserving," The darker brunette man sneered at the men.
"What are ya gunna do about it," Guy number two said with the promise of violence in his tone.
"'What are we gunna do about it' he says," The lighter brunette man says while laughing and his brother joined in, obviously not afraid of the man's threat. Which isn't something I can say for myself. What the hell are these two doing? They could get their asses kicked! Though by the look of the muscles overflowing their black t-shirts I say these two assholes hanging onto me should be worried.
All of sudden the laughter ceased and they both put on a serious face, like they weren't just laughing their asses off. "We're gunna kick yer fuckin ass. Thats what," The darker brunette threatened, a storm of anger in his bright blue eyes.
"Fuck man, don't be a cockblock!" Guy number one said in a pathetic whine.
"Fuck off you—" Guy number two began to say but stopped as the other five men that were sitting with the two brothers got up and stood behind them. All had the same expression on their faces: murderous.
"Leave now, or leave in a body bag," The lighter brunette brother began and the other one ended the threat with, "Ye make the choice."
"Shit, these guys are fucking crazy! Lets get the hell outta here." Guy number two got up so fast he knocked the stool down. Guy number one tripped on my feet while getting up and fell. He crawled some ways and lifted himself off the ground and out the door his friend just blew through.
Uh huh...definitely not the end result I imagined to happen.
The five guys went back to their previous spots but the two brothers came over to me. The lighter brunette brother picked up the stool on the ground and sat down in it while the darker brunette brother took a seat in the one to the right of me. Unlike the other guys, these two gave me more than enough space. "Thank you so much," I told them with gratitude. They both smiled at me and my heart rate increased, but in the good way this time.
"Not a problem lil lady," The darker brunette said as he held his hand up, indicating he wanted another beer. The bartender slid one down and went back into the kitchen, hopefully to get my cheeseburger. I need to eat and get out of here. I can't spend all my time with the company of two very gorgeous men; as much as I want to. I need to get out of here and find me some ass kicking Saints.
"Its always a pleasure to help the beautiful damsel in distress," The lighter brunette told me. His complaint made me blush, and I looked down at my hand bag.
"Aye," The darker brunette agreed with his brother, reddening my blush to a dangerous level. The bartender came out with my food and the thought of having a full stomach wiped my blush away. Totally forgetting my manners, I dug into my french fries and cheeseburger. I was vaguely aware of the twins staring at me in amusement.
"Yer just a tiny lil thing. How old are ye?" The darker brunette asked me. Trying to make conversation I suppose. But I'm way to hungry for anything civilized like a conversation.
"Seventeen...I'll be eighteen...in a month," I said in between bites.
"So young. What are ye doing in a place like this?" The lighter brunette's question hand me freezing and I droped my burger onto the plate. What am I doing here? Christ...I should of just let the friggn cops take care of it. Not go into a revenge frenzy and drive all the way to Boston!
"It doesn't matter anymore. I wont be able to find those guys even if I had GPS leading me straight to them." I placed both my elbows up on the bar and held my face in my hands.
"Them who?" The lighter brunette asked.
"I'd rather not say. Its to embarrassing," I told them honestly. They'd probably get a good laugh out of it and go back to their buddies.
"We wont laugh. Promise. And if we do we'll grant ye permission to smack us a good one," The darker brunette said in a humors tone. I brought my head back up and looked into their matching blue hypnotizing eyes.
"We wont tell a soul neither, if that's what yer worried about," The lighter brunette coaxed. No, I wouldn't dare tell them. They'll laugh. Don't tell them. Do not tell—
"I'm looking for The Boondock Saints." Shit! Do I have to be so damn stubborn that I wont even listen to myself? I watched as the guys exchange a look that I didn't understand and waited for the laughing to begin.
"And why are ye looking for these Saint guys?" The lighter brunette asked with caution.
Well I already told them who I'm looking for, I don't see the harm in further explaining. "I have a favor I'd like to ask of them," I said and took another bite of my burger.
"A favor? What would that be?" The darker brunette questioned. I looked over at him and sighed with a sad smile.
"I have some bad guys who need killing," I said, my tone dead. I continue munching on my dinner and watched in surprise as huge smiles broke across both of their faces. I raised an eyebrow in question at them and they both place an arm around me. The darker brunette around my shoulders and the lighter brunette around my waist.
"Then yer in luck lil lady," The darker brunette whispered into my ear. It sent unexpected shivers of pleasure down my spine.
"Y-you guys know where they are?" Being this close to the hottest guys I have ever seen is really getting to my head. Hence the embarrassing stuttering.
"Sure do," The darker brunette began and looked at his brother who said, "Yer lookin at 'em love."
A/N: This is my first Boondock Saints fanfic so I'm bracing myself for some bad reviews! Please forgive me for any incorrect punctuation and spelling. I know it annoys a lot of people but it annoys no one more than my English teacher, haha.