The Saints
Chapter 10
One year later…
The car pulled up to what was supposed to be an abandoned warehouse down by the docks in Boston, but it wasn't abandoned. A group of rapists and drug dealers liked to hang out there, swapping stories and getting high. They were about to be sent to their creator. Beth climbed out of the back seat, her blonde hair pulled back away from her face and the boys climbed out from the front. They each pulled their guns out and walked up to the door. Beth knocked and put a sweet smile on her face. She looked up at the man who opened the door. She could see the coke on his nose. "What do you want?" he demanded.
Beth smiled and put her gun against his chest, pulling the trigger. "Clean streets," she answered, stepping over his dead body. It didn't take the three of them very long to clear the twelve bodies in the building. Connor walked into the office and pulled out the man who ran the place, pulling him kicking and screaming to the middle of the room. Beth stood in the middle of her boys as they held their guns to the back of his head.
They spoke in perfect unison. "And shepherds we shall be, for Thee my Lord for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. We shall flow a river forth unto Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be."
"In Nomeni Patri," Connor said, cocking his gun.
"Et Fili." Daryl followed his lead.
"Spiritus Sancti." Beth and the boys pulled their triggers, watching the man drop dead.
…
Beth woke up and curled deeper into Daryl's chest, kissing his skin as he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her head. "How'd you like your first night out?" he asked as she pulled the covers a little closer.
She smiled a little and traced the tattoo on his chest. "It was nice." She looked up at him and kissed him. He smirked and cupped her face deepening it. Beth moaned softly into his mouth, tangling her fingers in his hair as his hands ran up and down her body, heating up that fire in her belly.
They jumped apart when Connor cleared his throat, leaning in the doorway. "Like a damn romance novel," he teased. Daryl threw a pillow at him which he caught and tossed back. "Thought you would like to see." He walked in, grabbing the remote and turning the television on. There was a young blonde news reporter out by the warehouse they'd taken down the night before.
"It would appear as though the Saints are back in Boston and ready to clean up the streets. What is baffling the police is the appearance of a third shooter. The last time this was seen was at the court case four years ago. No matter the case, it would appear that the streets of Boston may be a little safer now that they're back."
Daryl reached over and took the remote from Connor turning the televisions off. "We've been back for two nights and they're already praising us." He smirked and shook his head looking at Beth. "Still think you wanna stay?" he asked.
Beth smiled and showed him the diamond ring he'd put on her finger. "I'm not going anywhere baby."