A/N: Please review, reviews help me make the story better for you! So ... stop being lazy and review damnnit! You had the time to favorite my story, not take the time to review it! Sheesh. Oh and by the way, I do not own the Saints, Romeo or either of the Agents. I only own Theresa/ Chastity. Rhiley is a creation of a friend of mine. And yeah...go read...then review. ;]
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Even after all the talking that Rhiley and Theresa had done, Theresa still wasn't sure if it was a good idea to go or not. From what Bloom had told her about the Saints, the one thing that Theresa held onto was that they killed all criminals. And what was Theresa? A cold, hard, calculating criminal. How did she really know that Bloom wasn't just giving the boys a quick kill? Maybe a little something to get them back on track, or to use as a practice dummy. All these horrible thoughts filled Theresa's head, and even though she was capable of murdering someone, she knew damn well that she would not be able to take on both of the brothers and the new guy they had taken in.
Theresa walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Bloom peered over a week old newspaper at Theresa, awaiting her answer. With a big breath, Theresa said, "I suppose your answer is 'yes', but if anything seems off, I want out immediately."
Bloom raised an eyebrow as she stared at her. Immediately, Theresa had thought she said something stupid and perhaps she did. However, she was going to be damned if she was going to get pulled into something potentially dangerous. She needed to tread lightly. After a moment or two, Bloom nodded her head, and said, "All right. It's a deal. I promise, though, you won't be disappointed. This is a chance for you to start anew. Help these guy catch criminals and in the process, turn your life around. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
"I would love a normal life but that's going to be difficult to do."
Agent Bloom finally put the paper back onto the table and smiled. "That's why this is the perfect opportunity. These men will change your life. They sure as hell changed mine."
It had to be true; otherwise Bloom would have arrested Theresa right on the spot. Her green eyes watched her for a moment before turning her attention out the window. "Yeah…a normal life would be nice."
Everything was quiet for a minute then Bloom jumped up and swept past Theresa. The little brunette raised a brow and turned in her seat, questioning Eunice about what she was doing. Bloom didn't even bother to turn and look at her; she just walked right into the living room and ripped out the closet door. She bent over and started looking for something inside. Theresa couldn't help but watch her as she asked her just what the hell she was doing, for the second time.
"I am looking for a suitcase. We can't sit here all day. We have to get going and the sooner the better. The feds probably already know I'm here."
With that comment, Theresa couldn't help but get slightly nervous. No one really wanted to go to prison, even if they knew they could handle themselves while inside. She liked her freedom and she was going to keep it, no matter what. "Where exactly are we going?"
"Out of the states. Ireland, actually. That's where we moved the boys to."
Rhiley poked her head around the corner, by the closet and looked down at Bloom. "So, I read about these "Saints of Boston" and they were thrown in prison. So how exactly did you get them out?"
Theresa could hear the disbelief laced in Rhiley's voice. Rhiley was more wary of Bloom than Theresa was, or so it seemed.
Bloom straightened up and looked Rhiley right in the eyes. The two redheads glared at each other, the tension coming off of them in waves. "That's for me to know. Just trust that fact that Theresa is in good hands."
"Yeah, well I'm not letting her leave by herself. I'm coming with you guys."
Theresa and Blood didn't say anything to that. Personally, Theresa was relieved but she had a feeling that Bloom was a little perturbed. She even went as far as to ask Rhiley if she had ever killed anyone. Of course Rhiley hadn't but it wasn't like she didn't see a dead body or two. Hell, she was the one who cleaned up all of Theresa's messes. She was no stranger to gore. As a matter of fact, she sort of liked it but she knew she wasn't capable of actually killing anyone. When Rhiley had given Bloom her answer, Bloom just rolled her eyes and agreed to let her come. Bloom added that she wasn't happy but she supposed she had to live with it.
A few hours later, after a lot of packing, they headed to a private airstrip. In the car on the way there, Bloom had told the girls that there was no way they could take a commercial flight for obvious reasons. Thankfully Bloom still had some connections left and one of them happened to be a very established pilot. The private jet had been the same one the Saints had used to get back into Ireland, and thankfully the pilot knew some tricks to get around security check points.
Once inside the jet, Theresa popped her ear buds in and drifted off into a dream while they made their long journey to the Emerald Isle.
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When Theresa woke up, the plane was descending. She peered out the nearest window and made a rather confused face. She looked over at Bloom, who was scribbling down something on notepad. What Theresa had seen out the window wasn't the rolling hills of Ireland, but instead a lush, green forest. It looked a lot like a jungle. "Agent Bloom," Theresa started.
"Call me Eunice."
With a roll of her eyes, Theresa said, "Eunice, where the fuck are we?"
"Change of plans. We're going to an island that an old colleague of mine set up for the boys to stay at."
"And how do you plan on getting criminals when you're on an island?"
Bloom finally looked over at her, and narrowed her eyes. She clearly didn't like the snippy tone that Theresa had used with her. "The boys need to lay low for a little bit. Hell, we just broke them out of prison. Once the media coverage starts to die down, the boys can go right back to what they know the best. Romeo is new to this bu-"
"Excuse me, Romeo? Who the hell is Romeo? I thought you said I was going to be accompanying a Connor and Murphy McManus?" Theresa leaned forward in her chair. She gave Bloom a fed style staredown. The kind of stare that made you sweat under your collar and scared you into a confession, even if you were completely innocent.
"Romeo is a guy they met and happened to take him under their wing. Nothing to worry about. He's harmless … and kind of a moron."
Well that was that, Theresa leaned back into her chair and shook her head. Not only was she unsure about dealing with the Saints but now she had to deal with some guy who was named after a Shakespearean character? Ridiculous. Who else was going to join this little vigilante party? Maybe she should expect Batman and Robin to pop out of the cockpit? As strange and comical thoughts ran through Theresa's mind, the plane hit the ground with a bit of force and put the brakes on. Rhiley, who was fast asleep across from Theresa, abruptly woke up. Looking like a deer in headlights, she whipped her head from side to side trying to figure out what was happening. It took a moment but she soon realized that they had landed and calmed down.
Theresa looked out the window and started to grow impatient. She watched as the dirt runway was started to move slower and slower under them. She wanted this damn flight to be over. Her ass hurt, her head was pounding, and she needed to shower. As soon as the door to the plane opened, Theresa was the first one to grab her two bags and run out. Her feet hit the ground and she let out a sigh of relief and the first thing she thought of was 'where is the shower?' Bloom came out next, with Rhiley trailing closely behind. Four men stood at the very end of the runway, with a slightly beat up looking jeep. Bloom moved close to Theresa and as they walked, she told Theresa just exactly who the men were. "Those two are Connor and Murphy. The dirty looking one, with the long hair is Romeo and the older gentleman who has the fashion sense of a gay man is my colleague."
Theresa knew right away he was a fed. Or at least an ex fed, if he was so willingly working with Bloom. This was a lot to take in, especially when she saw the Saints for the first time. It was a bit overwhelming and highly nerve-racking. With every step they moved closer to the men that could kill her, if they really wanted to. What if they didn't like her? Or what if they saw no real use for her? One of the Saints, Connor, stared intently at Theresa, causing her to blush. She wasn't sure what it was but her cheeks flared violently. It was probably the nerves, but it was so difficult to ignore.
"We take it that you're Ms. Dougherty?" It was Connor who spoke. Theresa merely nodded, her cheeks growing redder by the second. "My brother and I are quite pleased to meet you. Agent Bloom tells us that you'll be really helpful. We appreciate the help."
Theresa wanted to say something but she couldn't find her voice, so she ended up nodding again. Murphy looked over at his brother with a face that said 'she thinks she's too good for us,' at least that's what Theresa had convinced herself it meant. Romeo looked from Theresa to Rhiley, completely skipping over Bloom. Bloom had mentioned on their way to the plane that Romeo had been working on ship and soon after that, he got mixed up with the Saints, which then led him to prison. She had bluntly told the girls that he would love to get his hands on something young and beautiful and Theresa and Rhiley seemed to be on the menu.
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The men took the women to the little compound that were using as their home. Theresa was quite shocked at the size of it. Agent Smecker had gone all out and made sure everyone had their own bedroom and that they were furnished. Actually, Theresa had thought the compound would be nothing more than a warehouse and that they'd have to sleep on pallets and boxes.
Theresa began unpacking all of her stuff into her bedroom. While she was in the middle of putting her few pairs of thongs again, she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Thinking it was Rhiley, she didn't find any reason to throw the underwear into the drawer and play it off as if they weren't even remotely sexy. "Do you normally let men watch you put your delicates away?"
Connor's voice dripping with that Irish accent caused Theresa to slam the drawer shut. Her damn cheeks darkened again as she turned to face him. Witty, she needed to say something witty and act like everything was fine. Like she wasn't afraid of him or his posse. "Only if they ask, but you're just rude and wanted a free show. I see how you boys play."
A smirk swept across his slightly aged face as he took a few more steps into the room. "Look, Bloom told us you were a little freaked out. We promise you're in no danger. We never harm women or children."
Theresa moved away from her dresser and took a seat on the bed. She raised her brow a bit at him. "Children I can understand, but women? Women can be just as dangerous as men and sometimes worse. I mean, just take a look at my rap sheet."
"Yeah, we know but…" He hesitated for a minute, thinking over what Theresa said. She was right and she knew she was right. Hell, he even knew she was right. Sometimes women were more deadly than men. Theresa had murdered people but she has heard of women who have run their own mafia's and drug cartels. Theresa only worked for a few families, usually as a hit woman. "It's just something that our father did and that's how we're going to honor him."
Theresa nodded at him and said that that was a sweet gesture. Just as fast as Connor walked in, he had walked out. He knew Theresa needed to rest and get rid of her headache. She had already showered and had something to eat but her head was still throbbing. It was probably due to how long she had been sleeping, which was a good ten or more hours. Theresa wasn't planning on going to bed, but instead, she decided to lie on her bed and contemplate things. How her life was going to change was one of them. Now that she was there with the boys, she was making it a mission to change her old habits and better herself. Sure, she would still be harming people, but it was only people that truly deserved it. It was no longer going to be people that she posed as being weak and easy targets.