~Regan~
We'd been at the bar only a few hours. Most of the regulars had yet to turn up which meant that Troy and I could play some pool. I heard the door go. I looked up to see who came in. Shit!
"Troy." She looked up at me to see I was looking to the bar. Two big guys stood dressed impeccably in suits. Russians again. The few men that were here, were no fighters and would want no part of it so they left.
"You will close. My associates, came and went, but we will not go till you close."
"F-fuck you." Doc replied. The second Russian cracked his knuckles and stepped closer trying to intimidate him. I moved forward behind the Russians, Troy at my side both of us with our pool cues in our hands.
"Now fella's you wouldn't want ta be doing that."
"Aye, you should leave, like now." I said deathly quiet. The two Russians guffawed at us.
"N-now girls, don't b-be stupid."
"Puny girls, we hurt you. You leave." The bigger of the two turned completely towards us towering over us.
"Boris." The other said as if trying to hold him back. "Leave the girls alone."
"Yeah Boris, leave us alone and get out of our bar." Boris growled at us.
"Bar will close now, girls leave or we will be forced to hurt." Troy looked at me and I looked at her. We smiled. Then we both clobbered Boris with our pool cues. He went down holding his head and the other moved forward.
"Fuck! Ass!" Doc shouted his twitch in over drive. Troy kicked the other Russian in the nuts and I smacked him upside the head with my cue. And he went down like a lead balloon. "Get their g-g, the g-g…take their weapons." Doc instructed. We took the guns before they could gather themselves.
"Well fellas I think ya should be leaving."
"If you don't want any more trouble get lost." I said pointing one of the guns at them. They slowly backed out Boris with a murderous look on his face.
"Well that was fun." Troy smiled and sat at the bar.
"It was indeed." I agreed sitting beside her. Doc was shaking his head furiously as he poured us each a whiskey.
"C-crazy g-girls. Get yourselves killed."
"We could go track 'em down and put the lead in them." I smirked holding the gun up.
"Aye that's not a bad idea. Let's go Regan." Troy smirked looking the gun she had over.
"G..g..girls go h..h..home." I looked at him confused. Home was the last place I wanted to be right now. Sitting at home waiting to hear from them boys wasn't my idea of a good night.
"We can't." Troy spoke up.
"T..the boys."
"We can't sit around waiting on our arse's for them ta show up." I replied downing the last of my whiskey.
"We'd go insane waiting on the likes of them." Troy throw out drinking the last of her whiskey.
"I not be t..telling you t..two again. Fuck! Ass! G..g..get your asses h..home b..before I m..make you." I got up gun in hand.
"Clam your arse down Doc."
"We be a goin now." Troy grabbed the gun she had and we both left. I handed the gun over to Troy and she put them with the stuff we were holding for the boys. I walked to the fridge pulling out a beer for the both of us. I walked to the window looking out at the city. I took a swig of beer.
"Ya think they got off free?" I asked moving to sit on the couch.
"Surely if they didn't they woulda called one of us by now." If not us Doc or Rocco would've been by to tell us what was going on.
"I'm beat they call wake me." I said downing the last of my beer heading to my room. Sure I could've stayed up and talked to Troy about the beat down we gave the Russians but I was purely tired and still half hung over from St. Patty's day. The longer I stayed up the more worried I would've been over Connor and Murphy.
I was up early getting some coffee in me. I sat at the table strumming my nails against my coffee cup.
"Must ya do that at this ungodly hour?" Troy asked sending me a slight glare joining me at the table with her own cup. I stopped letting a sigh out.
"Any word from the two goons?" I sipped at my hot coffee.
"Not a single word. I'll ream their necks when we do." I jumped hearing the knock at the door.
"That'd be the Russians coming ta get ya." Troy smarted off. I gave her the finger getting up pulling the door open.
"It's about damn time." I smarted off. I wanted to jump on Connor but held myself back. I pushed the door closed going back to my spot at the table. "What happened to ya?"
"Nothing major. We laid low at the police station." Murphy said looking to Connor. "He let us walk." Murphy pushed Connor forward.
"The bag girls, we need it." Connor spoke looking between the two of us.
"For what?" Troy asked eying them up.
"We'll explain it all ta ya later." Connor said. I sighed slipping onto the table getting the bag for them. They got what they needed and left without even saying bye.
"Damn fuckers anyways." Troy grumbled. I stuffed the bag back slipping off the table.
"It's them ya are goin on about Troy." I walked into my room grabbing everything I needed for a shower. I made sure I didn't use all the hot water up. We had nothing to do at this hour of the day. Doc wouldn't be up opening the bar till later today. That left us with nothing to do but sit and wait for the damn boys to return. It was the longest worried full day of my life. Hours later they burst into the place with Rocco a new bag in tow.
"Where the fuck have ya been?" I could tell that Troy wanted to yell but she wanted to keep it down.
"Get this we were at this hotel. Fell threw the ceiling." Murphy started to explain.
"We dangled from the roof, by my rope." Connor smirked. "Spun in a circle killing the fuckers."
"Killing who?" I asked grabbing some beer from the fridge.
"The Russian mod lords and under lords. Nine of the bastards." Connor went on.
"Aye and we got paid." Murphy smirked as he tossed the bag on the table pulling some of the money out.
"For fuck's sake put that shit away." Troy smirked picking some up herself. "Why do this for?"
"They deserved what they had coming Troy." Murphy told her.
"How'd this one get involved?" I asked pointing to Rocco.
"Get this they sent him to deal with it. We did his job for him. Made it easy on the fella." Murphy and Connor laughed.
"Wait so anybody ya think is evil?" I asked trying to understand this.
"Ya" Connor replied.
"Don't you think that's a little psycho? A little weird?" Rocco asked.
"Weird, huh?... Know what I think is weird? Decent men with loving families go home every day after work. They turn on the news and see rapists, murderers, and child molesters all getting out of prison." Connor stated. It did make sense to me.
"Mafiosos getting caught with 20 kilos and walkin' on bail the same day." Murphy added in.
"Little girls catchin' stray bullets in their heads, playin' hopscotch in their front yards. And everyone thinks the same thing... Someone should just go kill those motherfuckers."
"Kill em all. Admit it, even you've thought about it." Murphy states as they continue to clean their weapons.
"You guys should be in every major city." Troy states holding a smirk on her face. She was right about that. The boys chuckled. Rocco steadily works himself into a humorous little frenzy.
"He's right, ya should be." I stated.
"This is some heavy shit. This is like Lone Ranger-heavy man. Fuck it! There's so much shit that pisses me off. You guys should recruit 'cause I am sick and fuckin' tired of walkin' down the street waitin' for one of these assholes to get me, y'know?"
"Hallelujah, Jaffar." Murphy said chuckling. I shared a look with Troy nodding.
"Aye, ya can sign me and Regan up as well. These sick fucks need ta be taken care of."
"Ya the five us together." Connor smirked.
"There would be no better justice then us making a wrong a right." Murphy said.
"So you're not just talkin' mob guys. You're talkin' anyone, right? Even like pimps and drug dealers and all that shit?" I ask leaning back in my chair. The boys look at each other and nodded.
"Well fuck, you guys could do this every day." Troy stated looking at Murphy.
"We're like 7-Eleven. We ain't always doing business, but we're always open." Murphy said taking a drink of his beer.
"Nicely put" Connor told his bother. We spent hours partying hard. There's a pizza surrounded by Guinness cans as we all whoop it up, sitting at the table. By this point every single one of us is drunk.
"You fuckin' guys. You ruined me. I'm fuckin' done. Permanent package boy." Rocco complained.
"Who says that? You could take credit on it." Murphy tells him.
"What are you serious?"
"Yeah, fuck it. If you think about it, it's all you can do really. You can't tell him it was us. Go in braggin' and shit. Climb the corporate ladder, boy. Don Rocco."
"Fuck it! I'm doing it. I deserve it. I've been working for those fat bastards since I was in high school." Rocco had worked himself into a frenzy. "They're fuckin' me man! Hey, they can suck my pathetic little dick. And I'll dip my nuts in marinara just so the fat fucks can get a taste of home while they're at it. That's it, it's done, I'm doing it."
"Yo Rocco settle down. Fuck it fill me in on the plan tomorrow." I was about ready to pass out on the table.
"I'm gonna call it a night as well. You mind sharing Regan?" Of course I didn't mind sharing with him. I already knew nothing was going to happen. He would sleep with his back to me on top of the covers. It wouldn't be the first time I shared my bed with him.
"Nah come on then." I got up saying night to the other three Connor following behind me. "Turn the fuck around so I can change for bed." He turned around. I quickly changed into a tank and shorts getting under the blankets. He made short works of his shirt, boots and jeans. I bit my lip watching him. His skin glowing in the moon light that came in from the window.
"I'm a tad cold. Ya don't mind do ya?" He asked pointing to the covers. I shook my head.
"Nah make yourself right at home Connor." He got under the blanket his back to me. I couldn't help but think that maybe Troy was having better luck with Murphy.