KIRA'S POV:
It just happened so perfectly that we rolled George out just as the short, bald man who had just shown up called out, "Where's Gorgeous?"
His head hit the railing and everyone at the bar turned around, guns coming out of their holsters and into their hands in a flash.
As they rushed toward George, the four of us snuck behind the bar using the small cabinets leading to the back. Connor, Murphy and I hopped over the bar and snuck closer as Romeo stayed behind the bar.
"Erin go bragh?" asked the tall man in the fedora. "What the fuck is that?"
"It's Irish," Murphy said, causing heads to turn to where we had our guns raised. "For yer fucked."
I hadn't shot a gun in eight years, but it seemed old habits died very, very hard. It was as natural as breathing, my finger and the trigger meeting again and again as if a reunion of old friends.
Within two seconds all of the men were down. One of them had hit the table George was strapped to, knocking it sideways, but none of us were paying attention. My heart was pumping with adrenaline, the rush from righteous killing fueling my giggles.
"Que viva Mexico, bitches!" Romeo shouted, jumping over the bar and laughing loudly.
I turned to Murphy, smiling widely and, lost in the moment, threw my arms around his neck and allowed him to spin around once and put me back on the ground. I looked up at him, able to feel the wonder in my eyes. "I've missed it so much. I never thought I'd say that about killing, but... its true."
He chuckled and nodded.
When George had gotten up, the cart still stuck to his belly, he gripped at his hair, gazing around at the dead bodies of men he knew. "You guys have really turned me around on this. I'm, like, born again and shit!"
"Should we let him go?" Murph asked amusedly, glancing at Connor.
"You know what I think we should do? I think we should let God decide if he gets a second chance." He reached into his pocket and walked toward George.
"What the fuck are you doing?" George asked pitifully as Connor took all the bullets out of his snub-nosed pistol and put only one back in.
Connor pushed the cart, making George's side face him.
"What the- no, man, come on!"
Connor held the gun up to him, showing it to him first.
"Hey, what the fuck are you gonna do?!"
He cocked the gun and angled his face toward the floor. Then he pointed the gun at George's head. "You had best be right with your Jesus, boy," Connor said in a very believable southern accent, slowly raising his head.
Murphy, Romeo, and I stood behind them watching, amused with Connor's little display.
He pulled the trigger, producing a tiny click. After a shocked pause, Connor shouted, "WELL! Praise be to Jesus!"
George looked ready to pass out from relief. He started backing up toward the exit.
Connor, facing us, said, "Georgie."
"Yeah?"
"Ya know all good boys go to Heaven."
George gave Connor a look that clearly said he was insane, and then waddled out, his cart clanging the whole way.
"Ya know, that was perhaps one of the finest examples of spiritual guidance I've ever had the good fortune to witness," Murphy said, crossing himself.
"It was wonderful, wasn't it?" Connor asked, proud of himself.
I rolled my eyes.
"Mysterious ways, I tell ya, mysterious ways."
Murphy started pointing around at the dead bodies littering the floor. "Ya know, its about time one of yer fuckin' plans-"
Gunshots were fired around us.
Connor grabbed Romeo by the shoulders and brought him to the floor, trying to guard him. Murphy did the same with me, using his body to keep mine from danger. I clung to his chest as the sound of gunfire faded away. Murphy stood, and I popped up behind him, Connor rising beside us and we all drew guns on the red-headed woman in the room with us.
"Put it down!"
"Drop the gun!"
"Put the goddamn gun down right fuckin' now!"
Romeo took off to the back door where the second shooter had fled, puling his gun out on the way.
The woman raised her hands in surrender and laid her gun down. "Easy," she said softly, in a southern accent thicker than Connor's Irish one. "And I'm alone."
"He's gone," Romeo informed us, rushing up.
"Who the fuck are you?" Connor asked.
Her eyes lingered on me amusedly. "Does agent Duffy know you're working with the saints?"
I jolted, lowering my gun the tiniest bit. "Do I know ya?"
She shook her head. "No. But I know you." She smiled and pointed at me. "You're Duffy's little fiancé. But I don't see your ring."
"How the fuck do ya know that?" I barked, raising my gun higher.
"Answer my question, who the fuck are ya?" Connor yelled again.
"My name is Eunice Bloom. And I'm your new guardian angel."
I dropped my gun to my side. I recognized that name. She was the federal agent that was brought in on the case of the murdered priest. Derrick had told me about her.
Murphy cast me a curious glance, but Eunice was still explaining herself, so I kept quiet. "The torch was passed to me by a mutual friend."
"A mutual friend?" Murphy asked skeptically. "By the name of fuckin' who?"
"Paul Maximillian fuckin' Smecker."
Realization lit Connor and Murphy's eyes as they looked at each other and nodded, slowly lower their weapons. "We heard," Murphy said, referring to his death. "He was a good man."
"Aye," I agreed.
"Ya have our condolences," Connor told her, stepping back.
"And you mine," she said, nodding to him.
"Well I'm glad everybody- Who the fuck was that guy?" Romeo exploded.
"That, I suspect, was the shooter you four have been lookin' for."
"Who the fuck is this broad?" Romeo asked again. "What the fuck is going on here?"
Eunice glanced over at Connor. "Let's speed this up before your new sidekick has to dig any further into his impressive vocabulary."
As soon as the words "new sidekick" left her mouth, I was giving a smug "what did I tell you?" look to Connor, who gave me a defeated "shut the fuck up" head shake.
"Oh no you didn't!" Romeo said, shaking his head.
"Oh yes I did," she replied pleasantly. "I am an FBI agent controlling this investigation from within in order to ensure that all of you never see the inside of a prison cell. Now, I am conspiring to do this with three likeminded individuals who have aided you in the past. Though I have yet to inform them of my agenda because, well," she broke off and smirked with a wink at me. "a girl's gotta have her fun." She added in a knowing glance between Murphy and I that I was pretty sure only I had enough female intuition to catch.
"Dolly, Duffy, and Greenly?" Murphy asked.
"The very same. I don't suppose you've told detective Duffy that you've been cleanin' up the streets of South Boston with your old friends, have you?"
I opened my mouth, but settled for shaking my head no, instead.
"Perfect," she said with a smirk.
"How are the lads doin'?" Connor asked, leaning against the bar.
"Two of them are scared. One's just horny." She rid herself of her jacket.
"Bet ya I can tell ya which one," Murphy said to Connor with a smile.
"Bet ya cant," I mumbled.
His eyes became guarded as he picked up on my meaning.
"Lets save it for group," Eunice chimed in, walking closer to us. "Right now we've got a big problem."
"What's that, then?" I asked.
"This simply won't do," she gestured to the carnage around her.
We dragged bodies over to the bar, lining them up as though they had done this to themselves. I helped to mop up excess blood after it had all been pooled around the bodies.
After we were done with the cleanup, Eunice said, "You guys should wait for me and the other three somewhere private. Somewhere safe."
"Docs," Connor, Murphy, and I said at the same time.
Eunice raised an eyebrow and Connor began giving her instructions on how to get to McGinty's.
"Psst," Murphy whispered to me, tugging on my elbow. I turned around to see him nodding his head toward the exit.
I glanced back at Connor, Eunice, and Romeo before following him out the door. "What?" I asked shortly.
"Let's walk to Doc's. I need to talk to ya anyways."
I knew I should've said no. I knew what would happen if we took a private walk in the dark together. But, as always, my better judgment meant nothing next to Murphy's blue eyes. "Sure."
He held his arm out to me.
I frowned, but linked my arm through his, resting my hand on his bicep. Why, dear God, did he have to be so nicely muscled?
He drew in a deep breath and then, as if afraid of my answer, asked, "Kira, do ya love me still?"
I sighed, lowering my head. "Murphy, I-"
"I know ya love Duffy. But I'm asking ya. Do ya love me? Don't worry about how I take it. Just be honest."
I looked up at him and sighed. May as well be truthful. "Of course I do, Murph. And something tells me I always will."
He grinned widely at me and it made my heart hurt to wipe it away so quickly.
"But I'm gettin' married in a month."
He turned to me and grabbed my hands as the orange bug containing Romeo and Connor raced past, honking at us.
He ignored them, putting both of my hands on his chest. "Kira, I need ya. I know ya need me, too. So stay here," he put one of his hands behind my neck and pulled me forward, kissing my forehead and then sighing against it. I closed my eyes and tried as hard as I possibly could not to fall into him. "With me."
I lifted my head, looking up at him. He had always been taller than me, but it seemed he was getting shorter and shorter as the seconds slowly ticked by. By the time his mouth was right in front of mine, our hearts were beating in fast-paced synchronization. I could feel his heartbeat under my hand and hear mine roaring in my ears.
Then our lips met and years soared by. I slid my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to me, allowing him to wrap his arms tightly around me.
Then the police sirens started up. I jerked back.
"C'mon, we gotta go," Murphy said, laughing happily and grabbing my hands, pulling me with him as he jogged down the street.
I would wait to kill him until later.
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When we got to Doc's, I pulled him back before he could open the door. "Murphy, we cant keep doin' this. I cant leave Derrick. He's... He's good for me." He looked like he was about to argue, but I stopped him by saying, "He would never hurt me."
I had struck a nerve. He clenched his jaw. "I thought ya said ya'd forgive me if I held onto yer ring."
"I said maybe." I sighed, saddened from fighting with him so much. "And I do forgive ya. I'm just... makin' a valid point. Can I have my ring back?" I held my hand out.
He looked me over and then stuck his hand into his coat pocket, withdrawing the ring and placing it in my hand, leaving his hand in mine. "Just remember," he whispered, leaning down to my ear. "I'll always love ya more."
Before I could think of a way to respond, he had turned and walked through the door into the bar.
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