A/N:Ok so I forgot to write an author's note on the last chapter and I'm new to posting on this site so I have no idea how to edit the chapter once it's been posted lol. Anyways, this is the next chapter (obviously) and any reviews, opinions, ideas, anything like that are completely welcome. I have a basic idea for this story, but it's not super developed. This is one of those stories that I'm just kind of going with the flow on. So if there's anything you guys want to see (I'm completely open) let me know :)!

Chapter 2

I was straining my ears, trying to listen to what they were discussing out there. I was staring out the window. They were standing next to the trunk of the car. Connor looked super pissed, and Murphy looked similar, though his face wasn't quite as red. I found myself staring at Murphy a little more than I should have, and I quickly averted my eyes. We were not going to start that crap.

Rocco looked upset, moving his hands around frantically, a sincere apology written all over his face. I wanted to know what they were saying! They were talking about me after all, I felt I had a right to know. I reached towards the handle for the window on the driver's side and sneakily rolled it down just an inch. They didn't even notice.

"-keep her," Connor said, his back to me, "she has a life Rocco. She doesn't want to run around killing people with us."

I froze. Killing people?

"Conn' I don't think we have much of a choice," I heard Murphy say, and I could actually see his face. He was rubbing the back of his neck, obviously not too keen on the idea.

"Aw man guys I'm sorry," I heard Rocco say, his hands twisting together, "I couldn't leave her there! I mean think about it, even if she didn't snitch, she could've been framed. And that would've put her in a mess she doesn't want to fucking be in. Right?"

"She's probably not liking the mess she's in now," Connor said, sounding somber.

"Look," Murphy said, "Let's just get the hell out of here, and figure out what to do from here. We'll just take her with us."

"I've got some more guys for you to kill by the way," Rocco said, his face lighting up again.

"Who is it?" Murphy asked, looking like a little boy on Christmas.

"We'll get to that later," I heard Connor say.

What was wrong with these people? How could you get excited about killing people?

I threw the door open, not really sure what I was going to do. I just needed to get out, to breathe, to get away from these psycho boys who got off on killing people.

I climbed out of the car, my heart beating so hard I could hardly breathe.

"What are you doin?" I heard Rocco ask.

I stared at their confused faces for a moment, a deer caught in headlights.

Then I made a run for it.

"Shit!" I heard Rocco yell.

I was running hard, but I'd never been a fast runner. Even with the adrenaline pumping in my veins, I knew this wasn't going to last very long. Before I knew it, I felt strong arms wrapping around my waist, and I let out a huge gust of air.

"Stop," I tried to yell, though it sounded more breathless than anything, "Come on, please, let me go."

God wasn't that pathetic. No kicking the guy in the nuts, or using my fists to try to punch the shit out of him. No I'm hanging limply in his arms, begging for release (get your heads out of the gutter people).

"Hey now, I'm not gonna hurt ya," I heard the guy whisper in my ear, and much to my dismay I felt a shiver of pleasure run down my spine.

Really? Could my body not control itself at all?

"You can't do that though," I heard him saying, and I realized with a jolt it was Murphy, "You're gonna get hurt or something."

He moved his arms to hold my arms back, and we started walking the opposite direction I had been running. I lifted my head, and didn't realize until the wind blew on my face that there were tears running down my cheeks. How embarrassing; I couldn't even wipe them away.

We made it back by the car again, and I saw Connor looking at me with a look of concern on his face. Rocco was sitting on the curb, his head in his hands.

"You alright?" Connor asked.

"I'm fucking fine," I said, a sob escaping my throat, "I-I don't understand why you w-won't let me go! Please…"

Connor took a deep breath; this obviously pained him. This comforted me slightly, he didn't want me here anymore than I wanted to be here.

"Look we can't alright," Connor said apologetically.

"I can't stay with you!" I yelled, finally finding my voice amongst my tears, "I need to go! I'm in college, I have a family back in Missouri, please! I'm not going to give away your identities, nothing I promise!"

"Are you here by yourself?" Murphy asked from behind me.

"Yes," I said.

"Well then why wouldn't you wanna stay with us eh?" Murphy asked, and I could hear the grin on his face.

"Because you guys kill people!" I screamed, and I tried wrenching my hands out of his grip, but there was no luck, "You guys kill people and get excited about it!"

"Whoa she's kind of feisty," I heard Murphy say, and I tried to move out of his grip again. All he did was chuckle. Some good self-defense I have.

"Hey listen, you've got it all wrong," Connor said, trying to make eye contact with me, "We don't just go around killing people."

"Oh yeah ok," I said nastily, "So just the people you think deserve it, right?"

"Pretty much," Murphy said with a laugh.

"That's so wrong!" I yelled.

"Murph shut up will ya?" Connor asked, giving him a very motherly look, "No we kill bad guys. The ones that deserve to die. You know who I'm talking about."

Realization dawned on me, and I knew Connor was watching my face.

"You guys…" I let it sink in, "You guys are the…uh…what's the name…saints! You guys are those saint people that were on the news the other night!"

Murphy laughed and I smiled too. He was too contagious for me not to join.

"Does that make you feel better?" Connor asked, a smile on his lips.

"Loads," I said, and I let some of the tension leave my body, "Wow…this is so cool, I've wanted to meet you guys!"

"Well here we are," Murphy said, letting go of me and letting me stand up completely, "In the flesh."

"Ok I've gotta ask," I said, a smile on my face as I looked between the two boys, "Who's idea was it to use the rope in the one killing at that hotel?"

"Ha!" Murphy said, a huge grin on his face, "That was all Connor. Him and his stupid fucking rope."

"That was so cool!" I yelled, getting excited, "ok what about-"

"Hey we can chit chat later alright?" I heard Rocco say, and it startled me. I forgot he was there, "We need to get the fuck out of here."

"Right," Connor said, his face taking on a professional look and walking to open the car.

Rocco rushed in and Connor jumped in the driver's seat, slamming the door closed.

"So I never got your name?" Murphy asked, looking at me.

I could melt in those eyes. They're so blue and…

I mentally slapped myself. No, I thought, don't do this to yourself.

"My name's Bri," I replied, looking away from him.

I walked towards the car and I could feel his eyes on me. He followed me to the passenger side door.

"Bri eh?" he said, "I like it."

He opened the door and I climbed in, trying to hide the blush on my face.

A/N:OK so yeah I feel like writing two Author's notes lol. I just want to start off by saying, while this fic is going to be romantic, it isn't fluff. Sure there will be some cute parts, but I'm just warning you now, Bri has a history and it's not going to be all sunshine and rainbows.

On another note, I know this chapter was kind of boring. I needed a filler, something to get her on their side. I probably won't update again unless I get reviews though….I don't want to write a story and nobody reads it lol. Please please PLEASE review and don't hesitate to give me constructive criticism, or some ideas. I'm leaving this story a bit open to the public right now.