The Saints

Chapter 6

Sitting up in bed, Beth looked around. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She'd made up her mind last night, she wasn't going to let Connor and Daryl take the fall for her, she wasn't going to let them get hurt. Not when she could do something about it. She quickly got dressed and headed out into the living room. The television was still on from the night before. Connor and Daryl were passed out on the couch, Daryl's head on his brother's shoulder and Merle was passed out in his chair. Beth smiled a little and grabbed the bag with her things in it. She quietly moved around the house looking for paper and a pen.

She flinched when she pulled out a drawer in the kitchen and made a lot of noise. She looked over into the living room. Merle rolled over in his chair a little, but none of them woke up. She sighed and pulled out an small notebook and found a pen near the fridge. She quickly wrote a note down and picked up her bag, and Connor's phone. She left the note on top of Daryl's cigarettes before walking out of the house, quietly shutting the door behind her.

She wasn't going to let them die for her. She started walking back into the city while she dialed her father's cell phone number. If these crime bosses had half of a brain, they would still have it. A deep Russian voice answered the phone. "Hello?"

"I'm ready to give myself up." Beth turned down another street, looking for a bench to sit on as she got closer and closer to the park.

She heard the Russian laugh. "You're a smart girl. Where are you?"

"I'll tell you, only if you make me one promise."

He sighed and she head him snap his fingers. "Let's hear the dead girl's demands."

Beth glared at the ground as she walked. "You leave Connor and Daryl alone. I'm going to let you come get me; they don't even know I left. Leave them alone, and you can have me."

There was a long silence on the phone and Beth bit her lip, thinking maybe they wouldn't buy it. "Alright," he agreed. "The Saints won't be touched. Now where are you my little bird?"

Beth looked up and sighed. "The south side of the park on a bench near the entrance." She hung up the phone and waited. Before long, everything was going to be over and she was okay with that. Connor and Daryl could get out of the country now, they'd be safe. She smiled a little. She knew what was going to happen to her, but as long as they were safe, she didn't care. Beth looked up when the shiny black Cadillac with tinted windows pulled up. A rather terrifying looking man stepped out and opened up the back door. Beth grabbed her bag and climbed into the car.

…

Daryl groaned as he rolled off of Connor's shoulder and let his head fall on the opposite arm rest. It was too damn early. He blindly reached for his cigarettes. When his hand brushed the piece of paper he frowned and picked it up, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, waiting for them to clear before he read it.

Daryl, I'm sorry. I couldn't let you die for me; you've already been shot twice because of me. I'll be fine, really. Tell Connor I'm sorry about his phone. I love you… Beth.

"Fuck!" Daryl punched Connor awake and kicked Merle as he went to the kitchen and put their bag of guns on the table, loading them.

"What's going on?" Connor asked, slowly sitting up on the couch.

"Beth, she left." He handed Connor the note as he came into the kitchen.

"Christ," Connor swore, running a hand through his hair. He and Merle started to help him load up their weapons. Daryl was in a panic. He wasn't about to let her die, not after everything they'd been through, not after she'd told him she loved him. It might be on paper, but she'd still said it. He was going to kill everyone in there and get her out. Fuck, he should have been paying more attention. She never should have gotten out of the damn house.

Once the guns were loaded up they all piled into Connor's car. Daryl pulled out his phone and called Smecker. "Hello?"

"It's Daryl, we need some help." He grabbed Beth's note and turned it over, taking a pen from the glove box. "Beth took off this morning to turn herself in to the mafiasos. I need to know where they are."

Smecker swore on the other end of the phone. "Hold on." Daryl heard some papers shuffling around and some folders being thrown. "Right here, they're at the Hilton, top penthouse suite."

"Thanks." Daryl wrote it down and handed the paper to Connor so he knew where to go.

"Do you boys need backup?"

"Nah, we got this." He hung up the phone and tucked it into his pocket. Connor looked at him. "This is my fault."

"Beat yourself up later," Merle growled from the back seat. "Let's get blondie out of there before we start feeling sorry for ourselves."

Daryl sighed and nodded his head. He knew they were going into a shit storm, walking right into it. But they didn't have a choice anymore. They had to get Beth out. She wasn't going to die for them. That wasn't an option. He didn't know what was going to happen, didn't know if any of them were going to make it out alive. Chances were slim that they were going to make it out without even getting shot. He knew they were all going to take a bullet. They could live with that, they'd been shot before, they'd be shot again. What he couldn't live with was Beth dying. Not for his worthless piece of shit ass.

He glared out the window as Connor drove back into the city. I'm comin' Beth, just hold on.