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Jillian rubbed foundation across her neck. She had straighten her hair and tried to stand in different ways to hide the bruise but nothing worked. So she decided to try the makeup and so far it was working. She knew by the end of the night she was going to be hot so she threw the foundation into her bag and left her room at the same time Connor and Murphy walked into the house.
" Are you ready to show us your stuff?" Connor asked. Murphy kept his eyes away from her, he didn't want to always be staring at her neck.
" What stuff? It's just bartending, it's not hard." She said as she walked over to her brother. He was sitting at the table with the girls as they were finishing up their dinner.
" You might be surprised, Love." Connor said. " Some people just can't do it."
At the bar Doc showed her around quickly. Connor and Murphy took their normal seats at the bar. They had decided to stick around for her first night. They had warned her about Doc's problem with yelling so Jillian just ignored it. The bar was pretty busy so she fell into the work quickly and easily. Murphy watched her over the rim of his glass as Connor talked and joked around with her. Doc had told her that the boys didn't have to pay and to just keep their drinks coming.
She fell into their lives and into the bar scene quickly. The boys treated her like she had always been there. Her bruises faded until there was nothing but her smooth skin left. She talked and joked around with them. She worked five nights a week and they made sure they were there every night. Murphy kept a close eye on every guy at the bar, he watched them as they watched her.
Murphy was completely struck by her. He liked her smile, her eyes, her personally. He liked how she could take their shit and give it back to them. She handled herself well against the guys at the bar. She got hit on every night but she never gave out her number. He was proud of the way she handled things. She was nice and polite when she turned guys down, she was never rude to anyone unless they got nasty with her. He wanted to ask her out but never did. He didn't know what she'd say and he didn't want there to be weirdness between him and Jared. He also didn't want to take the chance of her getting involved in what he and Connor were doing. Jared knew what they did but Jillian didn't. Things seemed to be going great for all of them until one night, about three months into her being in their lives.
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" Hey Doc, you okay?" Murphy asked into his phone. Doc never called them at night and it was past midnight.
" What's going on with Jillian? She just quit." Doc said. " I thought she liked it here." Murphy frowned and looked out the window towards Jared's house.
" I don't know. Let me find out and call you back." Murphy hung up and stood up.
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Jillian crept out of Jared's house with tears streaming down her cheeks. She threw the last of her bags in the back of her car and shut the door. She took a deep breath, covered her face and started to cry harder as she leaned against her car. She had left Jared a note on the table and just hoped he wasn't pissed at her or hated her for too long. She was going to miss the girls and Connor and Murphy but she couldn't stay there anymore. She was really going to miss Murphy, she was attracted to him and he seemed like a good guy. The kind of guy she wanted to be with. Now she'd never know if he liked her, even though she doubted he did. He had never asked her out or showed interest in her.
" Going somewhere, Lass?" Murphy's voice made her jump. She meant his blue eyes then turned away. She wiped her cheeks and moved to her door.
" I just have to go." She said. Murphy moved quickly and took her arm.
" Why?" He asked. She shook her head.
" I can't talk about it, Murphy, please." She said. He moved to stand in front of her but she won't meet his eyes. He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up but she closed her eyes. "Please don't do this, Murphy." She whispered as the tears rolled out.
" Why did you quit Doc's?" He asked.
" I have to go." She said.
" Look at me." Murphy said. She bit her lip and took a few deep breaths before she looked at him. "What are you running from? What happen to you?" He searched her eyes but she started to cry again as she shook her head.
" I can't. I can't tell anyone." She pulled away from him then. " Please, try to understand, make Jared understand, I have to leave."
" You can trust me." He said.
" I can't let you guys get hurt because of me." She whispered. Murphy frowned then.
" No one is going to get hurt."
" If I stay, you will all be hurt." She said.
" See, that's a problem. You are telling me that me, my brother, our best friend and his girls are going to be hurt and you don't think I have to right to know why?" He asked. She shook her head as she covered her mouth. She closed her eyes and started to sob. Murphy pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. " Come to my place, at least tell me what's going on. If I can't help, you can leave and I won't stop you." She wrapped her arms around him and nodded into his shoulder. They turned to his house and started walking. He kept one arm around her waist and she stayed as close to him as she could.
Jillian rolled the cup of tea Murphy had made her, in her hands. She stared into the cup as he stared at her. They were sitting at a small table in the kitchen with Murphy sitting beside her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him. He could tell she was nervous. Connor was sleeping in one of the upstairs bed room. Jillian looked down at her lap and picked up her phone. She turned it over and opened up the battery pack. She pulled the battery out and handed her phone to him. He looked down and saw what looked like a tiny sticker on the inside of her phone.
" That's a tracking device." She said softly. He took the sticker off and turned it over in his hand.
" Who is tracking you?" Murphy asked as he looked it over.
" My ex." He smashed the sticker easily and looked up at her. " When I met my ex, Antonio, I had no idea what or who he was. He said he worked for his family business and I didn't ask what he did. Stupid I know."
" What did he do?"
" He is in the mob." She said. He sat back in his chair.
" Are you sure, Lass?" He asked. She nodded as she looked down at the table. She started crying silently.
" Yeah. He killed a man in front of me. He beat him to death. The man was tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth and Antonio beat him until he died."
" Why did he do it in front of you?" Murphy asked.
" He thought I was sleeping with the guy." She said as she looked at him. " But I wasn't. He was a co worker, we were just friends. Antonio said he was going to teach me a lesson about lying to him. He tied me to another chair and forced me to watch. Afterwards he took me back to my place and started hitting me. He took a rope and tried to strangle me. I passed out and he must of thought I was dead because when I came to, he was gone. I packed up only my clothes and I took off. I came here because I didn't know where else to go." She said. " He started texting me a while ago, asking me where I was but I ignored him. After a while he started threatening me, saying he could find me but I didn't believe him. Then about an hour ago I got a text from him with only word. Boston. I knew then that he knew where I was."
" You think he's coming here then?" He asked her. She nodded.
" I know he is. He had been texting me saying he'd never let me go, that I'd always belong to him but I didn't think anything of it. I never meant for any of this. I never thought he'd find me, I really didn't or I wouldn't have come here!" She said quickly.
" Just calm down, lass." Murphy said as he took her hand. He finally understand her strange comment about the Saints.
" You see why I have to leave. I have to lead him somewhere else to protect all of you." She said. Murphy sighed and started rubbing her fingers with his.
" You don't have to go anywhere. My brother and I can help you." He said. She shook her head.
" How? He's in the mob, he will kill you." She said. She looked away but let him keep her hand. " I told you, I don't even think the Saints could help me."
" We will see then." Murphy said. Jillian laughed bitterly and looked back at him.
" Oh and you know who the Saints are and they will just help me? Please, Murphy. That's just stupid." She said. He sat back in the chair, squeezing her hand.
" Yeah, I do and I know for fact they will help you." Jillian frowned then.
" How's that?" She asked.
" Connor and I are the Saints." He said. It was her turn to sit back then.
" This isn't funny." She said.
" I'm not trying to be. What do you know about the Saints?" Murphy asked. She shook her head.
" Only that they have some sort of religious tattoos on themselves." She said. Murphy let go of her hand and pushed up his sleeves. He leaned forward and let her get a good look at his arm. Jillian leaned forward too and let her fingers slide along his arm, touching the tattoos. " A lot of people have tattoos on their arms." She said softly, not taking her eyes or hands from his arms.
He pulled away and stood up. He took his shirt off and turned around, letting her see his back. Jillian sucked in her breath as she took in his tattoos. He heard her chair move then a second later she started touching his back. He glance back at her but she was searching his tattoo. She was looking to see if it was real.
" Do you want to see our guns? Will that convince you more?" Murphy asked. He turned around and saw she was pale.
" Are you really one of the Saints of Boston?" She asked softly. He nodded. " And you will help me?" He nodded again. Relief flooded through her, making her cry again. She covered her face with her hands, she knew their reputation, they were always successful. Murphy put his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She put her arms around him and he felt her tears wet his chest. He let her cry on him for a while before he spoke again.
" We need to wake Connor." He said.