Hey, I'm Teagan, and this is my first BDS fic. I hope it's well received. Naturally, I don't own it (and likely, neither do you).
Chapter One: Exodus
Boston had closed in on the Saints after the Yakavetta trial. Just as well to leave, as they felt their presence needed elsewhere. New York granted them the asylum of annonymity. They set themselves up in a small loft in Greenwich Village and took their time getting to know the city. Every so often, the telephone would ring and Agent Smecker would clue them in a little more to the inner workings of New York, helping them set up their network. Life continued much as it had before, only more somber for the fresh memory of Rocco. The brothers took to New York well, much as they had Boston when first they came from Ireland. Their father gave them direction and order, but nothing could tame their wild side.
Living near the NYU campus, the twins quickly sought out a pub to call their own. It didn't take them very long at all. O'Hallorans was small and smokey, with a friendly atmosphere and a young crowd. The bartender, Shane, was in his early thirties and took to the twins instantly for shared heritage. One night as Connor and Murphy played pool by the dim lights, a group of laughing girls spilled into the pub. They watched covertly as the girls took a table and ordered their first round. The girls were pretty, clearly rich, and very obnoxious. Five of them spoke with tell-tale New York accents. The sixth, the leader by the twins' reckoning, laughed the prettiest and talked the least, though when she did her voice was colored with an accent they didn't recognize. For as much as the MacManus brothers watched them, the girls returned it twice over. Catcalls and tipsy whistles came from the back corner and the brothers preened and strutted to the girls' raucous approval.
The one they'd figured for the leader walked up to Murphy and took the cue from his hand. She smiled at Connor and racked the balls, motioning him, when she'd finished, to take the first shot. Her friends giggled drunkenly from their table and Murphy stared at the pair of them incredulously. Connor gave her a sideways grin and took his shot, landing solids. Their score was tied till the very last, when she sunk the eight ball, tossed Murphy's cue back to him, and led Connor to the bar by his shirtsleeve. Murphy stared after them and the girls whooped with glee. "Good game," Connor said, making his first attempt at conversation. "Was, wasn't it," she mused, ordering another round for her friends. Connor went to order, too, but she touched his arm and told him no. "I've got your tab tonight, cutie," she told him with a smile that made him a little drunker. From the pool table, Murphy watched as this random girl tried seducing his brother. He didn't like it. They had always been fiercely protective of each other and it put him on edge to know that she may pose a threat to him. A threat Connor didn't seem to care about.
Connor helped carry the beer bottles back to the table, where the girls had pulled Murphy and were laughing and teasing him. For a moment, he was caught up in flirting with them. They were cute and they were interested. As soon as his brother returned, though, his eyes grew sharp. She was beautiful, he'd admit, with dark waves falling neatly around her slim waist, brown skin, designer clothes, and lustrous hazel eyes. This exotic beauty that held Connor's attention captive, Hannah, Murphy trusted less and less as the night progressed. Maybe he was jealous, he thought, that his brother was ignoring him. Maybe he was just being overprotective. In any case, he tried to let it go, but every time he saw the look of plain fascination on Connor's face, it set him grumbling.
The night wore on, and at 2 am, the girls decided they'd best be off back to campus so they could go to class in the morning. As they were walking out, Hannah hung back to talk to Connor. She pulled him in close to her and kissed him softly, pulling his hand into hers and writing her phone number onto it, right under the tattooed 'Veritas'. "Don't lose my number, cutie, I'll be expecting your call." He lifted his hand to her face and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, leaning in to whisper. "I'll be callin' ye, don' you worry, beautiful." He kissed her again and watched her walk out the door and into a waiting cab. Giddy, he turned around only to meet the look of mingled disgust and worry on his twin's face.
"What?" Murphy rolled his shoulders and pulled Connor back to the table. "I don' think I like her, Con." "You don' like anyone, Murph." Murphy looked at him sharply, "Aye," he said, "but I mean it about that one." Connor rolled his eyes and sank back into his seat. "She's not like Nora, Murph," he said after a few tense minutes. "You don' fuckin' know that, Connor."
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T.G.