It's been a month since Mollie had gotten the job at McGinty's thanks to the younger Macmanus brother, Murphy. She had become accustomed to the many regulars who came into the bar on a nightly basis, the men who were chasing women in the bar, or the men chasing their problems with the bottle. But no one had caught her attention like the brothers had. They had been to her apartment at least 4 times this past week. Connor and Cassidy had been inseparable which gave plenty of reason for Murphy and Mollie to hang out. Mollie really didn't mind, she liked having people over at her place. The four of them spent more time in the apartment than anywhere else and they found themselves becoming closer as time went on. After work Mollie would come home, usually accompanied by the two brothers. And the boys would stay till about 3-4 am if they worked the next day.
Now it is around 7pm and the four friends have been walking around Boston all day. There is really nothing to do when all your money goes to rent or bills, the stress of being an adult. If Mollie were still at home her parents would take care of her and everything she wanted she would have. But she knew it wasn't the life she wanted, or needed for that matter. Boston is where she needed to be. There was no explaining it but something in her gut told her, this is it. The hour passed and Mollie had to start get ready for work. While Cassidy was watching TV in the living room with the brothers, Mollie was in her room trying to find something to wear for work that she could make tips in but not get accosted by a drunken middle aged man.
"Why is this so damn hard?" She groaned louder than she expected and all she heard from outside her door was three people laughing at her exasperation.
Mollie grabbed an oversized shirt to cover herself up, opened her door and glared at the three in her living room. "Shut up." And she shut the door again.
Back to square one.
She decided on dark red maki skirt and a black tube top and tied her hair up in a bun on top of her head. At least it's warm in the bar; she could still wear her clothes from back home.
"Finally, now you may marvel at my presence." The red head let out a small laugh. Thinking that no one was taking her seriously, she didn't notice that Murphy was marveling. He was completely taken by her beauty. She was so pale and her hair was so dark, nothing really compared to her.
"If yer gonna stare brother at least don't drool" Connor called his brother out catching him staring at Mollie.
Murphy shook his head snapping out of the almost hypnotic gaze. Wiping his chin to make sure he wasn't actually drooling.
The girls just ignored the boys and were chatting in the bathroom as Mollie did her make up.
"You know Mol, if you and Murphy wanna stay out later…you could."
"Cassidy, are you trying to…" looking into the living room and then back at her roommate "Get it. I'll keep Murphy out late."
As the girls kept giggling in the bathroom a phone rang and the brothers stood up, grabbing their jackets and Connor walked to Cassidy,
"Sorry love, we have some work to do. I have to cancel tonight." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and squeezed her hand. Murphy looked at Mollie and nodded his head. Just like that the boys left and Cassidy looked heartbroken.
"Another night Cas, it'll be fine." Mollie gave her a sympathetic look.
"Mollie. There is something I think you should know…." Cassidy couldn't look her friend in the eye, "Have you heard of the Saints? They have been in the news recently. Well this past year. It's..." Before she could finish her sentence Mollie interrupted.
"The Saints?! Like THE Saints. The murderous saints who go around killing mobsters and murders? No, that's not true. It can't be…You let them in our house?! What if we piss them off? Cassidy!"
She didn't even wait for a response. Mollie just grabbed her jacket and went off to work. She wasn't going to believe someone like Murphy and Connor could live such double lives.
Walking into the bar out of the cold February air and put her jacket on the coatrack. Tonight was going to be a long one.
"Hey Doc." She greeted her employer behind the bar, took a shot, and began talking to the patrons who were at the bar.
Everyone knew Mollie now. And everyone adored her.
Outside the bar the Macmanus twins were talking to Cassidy who had to tell the twins that Mollie now knew of their livelihood. Murphy seemed more upset than his brother, he began pacing and running his hands through his hair.
"What am I gonna tell her? Oh by the way dear I kill people? I didn't think you would mind." Murphy was stressed.
The three walked into the bar and Murphy's eyes went straight to Mollie who was leaning against the bar talking to a patron, this made him uneasy. He didn't know why but her flirting with someone else made him excessively jealous. Connor grabbed his brothers arm and motioned to a booth in the back of the establishment, instead of their usual seats. This would be a good spot to explain to Mollie what was going on.
The boys gave a nod to Doc who sent Mollie over with three beers and three shots. The boys usual order.
"Hey Mol, can we talk?" Murphy stood when Mollie arrived at the table with the drinks.
"I'm working Murphy. I can't really just stop." Mollie couldn't even look up. She was still taken by the idea of the guys she just let into her life were killers.
The two walked back to the bar and Murphy didn't want to make a scene but he needed to talk to her. Normal Murphy wouldn't care what a girl thought of him. He could get any one at the drop of a hat but he really felt the need to explain to THIS girl.
"Mollie please, I really want to talk to you about this."
"Just take your 15 lass…Fuck…Shit." Doc said along with a few profanities all due to his Tourette's.
She really didn't want to be alone with Murphy at the moment but she went along anyways. Murphy grabbed her coat off the rack and held the door for her as they made their way out into the dark cold air.
"Mollie. I don't know where to start." The Irishman said in an apologetic tone.
"Then let me start Murphy, You. And Connor. Are-" She looked around to make sure they were alone. "Killers, the saints." She said in a hushed tone. "Where do you even start at a job like that? I mean are you a part of the Irish mob? Is there an Irish mob?" So many questions but she wasn't even sure she wanted answers.
Murphy lit a cigarette and took a long drag before he even thought of where to begin.
"Okay, Mollie here's what happens. Connor and I, we get these jobs from a friend named Rocco. He knows all these creeps and just. Bad guys. No we aren't part of the mob." That made him laugh which didn't amuse Mollie. "I don't expect you to understand or even still want to see me after this but you needed to know. I care about you." He kept smoking more and more of his cigarette and pacing around her.
"Murphy. I don't know what to say. I find out you are one of the most wanted man in the United States at the moment along with your brother. And you care about me? Is this a joke? So I won't spill your secret." In mid-sentence and her face turning red with anger Murphy dropped his cigarette and took her face in his hands. Then he kissed her like it was their last, because it could be if she pushed away. He moved one hand to the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. And his other hand on the small of her back.
"Do you think I'm just sayin' that?"