She knew it was a bad idea coming here today, she had a gut feeling something would go wrong yet she ignored it like an idiot. Robyn pulled the bandana down onto her neck as she looked around with furrowed brows. Where the fuck is the safe?! Was he onto her? Did he know she'd be coming here? Lorenzo Moretti was her target today and he was thick as pig shit, surely he hadn't outsmarted her. Robyn wasn't her real name, but it's the one she had been given after she started this whole thing, so she just kind of rolled with it. The only person who used her real name was Father Walsh. She had a very special set of skills that she discovered at an early age, Robyn was really good at robbing people, stealing peoples shit, their money to be exact. She put her skills to good use and started robbing rich Mafioso assholes and giving the money to people in need, shelters, families that desperately needed it. Hence being dubbed as Robyn by the press, Robyn Hood. She didn't mind it at all, no one actually knew who she was, they just knew that it was a female from some evidence left behind before she was wise enough to make sure she cleaned up after herself. Now she was a pro at it, and the people of Boston loved her. She'd been at it for years now, it was natural to her, but tonight she could feel something was off.
Murphy knew Connor and his Da would kill him once they found out he was scouting this place alone, he was supposed to just be picking up chinese food but he was in the area and he knew no one would be home tonight. They were going to hit Lorenzo the day after and he thought it might be useful if he scoped the place out just one more time whilst no one was there. He didn't have his mask with him but he didn't think he'd need it, and he had on his usual black shirt and peacoat so he didn't exactly stand out. He got in the house and looked around the place downstairs before heading up to the bedrooms. He thought he heard something moving around in Moretti's bedroom and whipped out his pistol that they carried pretty much everywhere now. He took a deep breath and kicked the door open. Robyn almost pissed her pants and let out a squeal when the door burst open and she was suddenly confronted with a man and a gun.
"Who the fuck are you?!" He yelled, his face a mix of confusion and surprise. He hadn't seen this lass around the other times they'd watched the place and she seemed like she didn't belong here. She was dressed in black jeans, a black tee and had combat boots on. Her hair was blood red, pulled up loosely into two space buns at either side of her head and she had a bandana around her neck. Her skin was pale, just like the lasses back home and she had big bright blue eyes that were currently staring a hole through his very being as he stood there sizing her up.
"I could ask you the same fucking thing!" She cried, not moving as the gun was still uncomfortably close to her.
"What the fuck are ye doin here? Are ye his woman or somethin'?" He asked confused, his stance never wavering, he didn't need this bitch surprising him. Robyn bristled at his comment and frowned at him.
"No I'm fucking not, I'm here to rob the asshole!" She seethed, the thought of being Moretti's woman making her skin crawl.
"Yer robbin' him?!" Murphy squinted at her incredulously, who the fuck was this chick?
"Yes, rob him. And then give his money to the less fortunate." She stated dryly like it was plainly obvious. Murphy looked at her, not knowing whether to believe her or not, but she seemed genuine.
"Great, I have te scout the place on the night when Robin fuckin' hood decides te show up." He sneered as he lowered his gun a little but still eyed her warily. Robin took in his appearance, his accent, what he said, suddenly little bells started to go off in her head.
"Holy shit, you're the Saints! Well A Saint I guess, Where's the others? Are you here for Lorenzo?" She babbled curiously. Of course everyone knew who the Saints were at this point and she was actually impressed with them, not that she would admit that right at this moment when his gun was still trained on her. Murphy smirked a little at the recognition, she seemed like she wasn't one of those against them so he didn't feel like he had to be too defensive.
"They actually don't know I'm here." He admitted sheepishly as he lowered his gun fully, she didn't seem too much of a threat, hell it didn't look like she even had a weapon on her. He was just about to say something about how stupid it was to come here unarmed when the door downstairs slammed shut and they heard talking, and a female giggling. Robyn and Murphy looked at each other shocked for a moment before Murphy grabbed her wrist and yanked her into a closet.
It was a tight fit and Robyn could practically taste him he was so close, he smelled like cigarettes, beer and something uniquely him but he smelt good. Murphy was silently cursing himself for putting them both in here, why didn't he find somewhere else? She was that close she was pushed up against him and his body was starting to react. It had been a while since he'd been with a woman and she was pressing against him in all the right places and his body was being a traitorous bastard.
"That better be a fucking gun pressing into my hip!" Robyn hissed at him quietly with wide eyes, the voices getting closer. Murphy flushed a little, thankful it was too dark to really see as the tips of his ears went pink.
"Ain't my fuckin' fault yer rubbin' up at me and ye got yer fuckin' tits pushed up against me." He spat defensively with narrowed eyes. Being this close to her, he could really see just how attractive she was and it really wasn't doing him any favours.
"You're the one who put us in-" She was cut off as the door flew open, Murphys hand suddenly clamping around her mouth to silence her as Lorenzo and some made up tart stumbled into the room laughing and groping at each other. Normally she would have bit Murphys hand in this situation but she was honestly too startled to move, both her and Murphy were looking through the tiny slits of the door to see what was going on. She had only ever been caught once before and she got shot. Not something she wanted to repeat again in the near future. They stood there silently as they watched Lorenzo and the mystery woman groping at each other as they fell onto the bed, Murphy smirking and Robyn rolling her eyes. When Murphy was satisfied Robyn wouldn't talk he moved his hand from her mouth. It felt like forever until the woman spoke.
"Why aren't you hard yet baby? Do you not think I'm sexy?" She asked petulantly. Murphy and Robyn looked at each other both stifling laughs at the stupid Italian man on the other side of the door. He started shouting at her to leave and before long the woman had left and Lorenzo was stumbling into the bathroom.
"Well? You gonna take him out or what?" Robyn asked impatiently, she just needed to get out of this damn closest, being smushed up against a handsome Irishman was killing her and she was getting flustered. Murphy rubbed his lower lip with his thumb and shrugged at her.
"Don't normally do this shit on me own, ye know? We were gonna take him out t'morrow." He explained as he kept looking through the slits to see if they could leave without Moretti noticing.
"But he's drunk. You could take him out easy like this, then tomorrow will be free and you can do what you want." She said absentmindedly, trying to push herself against the wall behind her to put more distance in between them. Murphy thought about it for a moment, she was right, Moretti was drunk as fuck and he knew he'd be able to take him out no problems. But Connor and his Da would flip their shit when they found out he went and did it on his own. They had a plan after all.
"I can be lookout for you if you want? Keep my eye out for trouble whilst you take him out?" She asked casually. Murphy was shocked by how at ease she was with all this, they were talking about taking a man's life and she was acting like he was going to take Moretti to dinner. He ran a hand through his hair, making it a little more unruly than it already was as he mulled it over. The opportunity was too good to be true and it wasn't like he was completely alone here, he did have some back up. She had nothing to defend herself with though if something was to happen and he glanced down at his gun. He couldn't explain it but for some unknown reason he trusted this weird girl, it was a strange gravitational pull and his gut was telling him he could trust her completely and the feeling was completely foreign to him. The only person he trusted completely was Connor, because their bond as twins made them practically one person. He trusted their Da too although that came later but this girl had just appeared out of nowhere and he felt like he could trust her. It unnerved him greatly but he had to shake himself back into the present moment.
"Aye, alright. But here, take this incase ye need it." He said as he pulled out his other pistol and held it out to her. She looked at it as if it was on fire and then turned her big wide eyes up to him, he wouldn't ever admit it but they were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever fucking seen.
"I dont- I can't... I don't know how to use it." She admitted as she blushed.
"What the fuck ye mean ye can't use a gun?! What the fuck ye doin' girl, breakin' int' a place like this when ye can't even fuckin' defend yerself?!" He asked shocked and a little angry. She was a small little thing, he had no doubt she'd get took out easy if she was jumped by the mafia assholes. She squinted at him and put her hands on her hips.
"Thanks for your concern dad, but you don't even know me so calm the fuck down. I'm too quick to get caught." She said dryly, purposely leaving out the story of the one time she did get caught, best not get into that right now and prove the Irishman right. He shook his head angrily and peered out the slits again, Moretti still in the bathroom.
"The fucks he doin' in there, he's been gone ages." He huffed, annoyed at everything now. Fucking Moretti, this weird pretty girl that was still pushed up against him, it was all grating on him.
"Just go, get him in the bathroom. Maybe he's taking a shit, that would be fun for the police to see." She smiled sarcastically, making Murphy smirk and shake his head a little.
"Right, if ye can't use a fuckin' gun, then just keep yer wits about ye. Stand outside the door and whistle if anythin' happens." He explained as he slowly opened the closet door and left, making Robyn suddenly feel cold at the loss of body heat. Murphy felt an unexpected pang of disappointment of now being so far away from the annoying girl but he shook it off, he needed to think with his brain here, not his dick. She stood there on guard as he slowly pushed the bathroom door open.
"Well, fuck me." Murphy laughed, causing Robyn to turn around and look in the bathroom. Lorenzo was lay on the floor sprawled out completely out cold.
"Is he dead?" She asked a little confused.
"Nah, just passed out. Guess it'll just make it easier te take him out." He smirked as he got his pistol ready. Robyn turned around, she wasn't quite ready to watch someone get taken out at this point and she went back to keeping guard. She heard Murphy saying something but it seemed like he was talking to himself, not to her, and she strained to hear. It sounded like a prayer and then she remembered that the Saints supposedly said a prayer before they whacked Yakavetta. After a while of waiting Murphy came back out, and seemed a lot more relaxed. Although it was weird to have done this one alone it also felt kind of good, like it proved to himself even more he was made for this shit.
"Done?" She asked him hopefully, he smiled at her and nodded.
"Aye, let's go. We need te grab chinese on the way home. Hope that's alright." He mentioned casually as he started walking. Robyn stopped dead and looked at him with a raised brow.
"Uh...We?" She asked warily. Murphy turned to look at her and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly whilst chewing his lower lip. She noticed he was looking everywhere but at her, his eyes flitting around the room.
"Well...Yeah. I mean ye just saw me kill a man and ye can identify me. Can't exactly let ye just go waltzin' te the cops now can I?" He explained looking sheepish and like he wanted to be anywhere but there.
"No no no no no. You are NOT taking me fucking hostage! I just fucking helped you!" She yelled, outraged and scared. This guy was a killer afterall and she didn't know what to expect. Would he whack her because she was a lia-fucking-bility? She hoped not. Murphy could see what was running through her mind as she stood there like a deer caught in the headlights and he sighed.
"Look girl, I just need te take ye back te meet me Da and brot'er alright? We ain't gonna hurt ye. We don't hurt women or children and we don't hurt innocents either." He informed her sincerely. She didn't know if she could trust him but he held such conviction with his words, and to this day she had never known of the Saints taking anyone out that didn't rightly deserve it. His intense blue eyes pierced into her own as they stared at each other for a moment.
"I guess I don't have a fucking choice now do I?" She sneered as she stormed past him and stomped down the stairs, she wasn't happy with this at all. She needed to get back to St Peters shelter near the church before Father Walsh started to worry about her. Murphy heaved a sigh and followed after her, not taking long to catch up as they left the house discreetly. The pair were silent as they walked to get food, Murphy kept glancing at the girl and was getting increasingly irritated with how she was acting. When they got to the take out place they walked in together and stopped as they waited to be served.
"Ye want anythin'?" He asked as he glanced at her.
"No thanks, you might just poison me." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Murphys nostrils flared a little, this little witch was pissing him off now.
"Look lass, it ain't like I even want ye fuckin' here alright? But me Da will want te meet ye. I already said ye'll be safe with us so stop actin' like a fuckin' brat." He snapped at her as he stepped towards the counter and ordered the food. She narrowed her eyes at him, burning holes into the back of his head. She knew he was right, she was being a bit of a bitch on purpose but she just didn't like the idea that she wasn't allowed to leave. She'd been her own person and a free spirit all her life now and to suddenly be told what she could and couldn't do annoyed her. But if he wanted her dead he could have easily done it back at the house, so she guessed she was safe at least for now. She'd be damned if she was to fucking apologise to him though.