ALL FOR US || The Boondock Saints

F I V E

Another couple weeks went by, and Connor and Murphy had returned to their work as the Saints. To ease themselves and Victoria into it, they were only doing small hit jobs, and all of them took place overnight. They were usually done within an hour or two. Victoria didn't enjoy when the boys were out on jobs, but she tried not to show it. She would stay awake at night while they were out, waiting for them to return home safely.

Connor and Murphy had been tipped off about a Russian syndicate boss meeting nearby that would be taking place that night, and they knew they had to interrupt. They could tell Victoria had been much more nervous about this hit than she usually was, because of how many big bosses were going to be there. But as usual, she was supportive.

Victoria sat on the fold out couch, cross legged, watching the twins pack their duffel bag with guns. They both wore head-to-toe black, and were talking to each other in hushed voices.

Murphy zipped up the bag and walked over to Victoria, sitting next to her on the bed. He reached out and touched her arm, looking into her eyes carefully. "Ye alright, Tor?"

She forced a smile on her face and nodded. "Yeah, Murph."

"We're gonna be okay. We won't even be gone long." He explained, his voice gentle.

Connor stood nearby, his eyes focused on the ground, listening to both of them.

Without saying anything, Victoria positioned herself on her knees and wrapped her arms around Murphy tightly. He hugged her back, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. Her hair fell over his face, and he breathed in the smell of it; her scent had become the feeling of home for him, and deep down he wished he and Connor didn't have to go on this run.

Victoria released Murphy, got to her feet, and walked over to Connor to hug him, also. Connor placed his hand on the back of her head as he hugged her back, silently praying that they would return home after this.

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It had been four hours, and the twins had not returned home yet. Victoria sat on Connor and Murphy's bed, the news playing on the TV quietly in front of her, listening carefully for any noise in the hallway outside her door, in hopes that it would be the boys about to walk in. Her mind was racing with all the things that could go wrong, when she suddenly heard a key in the door. She froze, not having heard anybody on the other side until now. Relief flooded through her as she watched Connor and Murphy open the door and walk through, looking perfectly fine and normal.

Victoria got to her feet and ran at them, flinging her arms around the closet boy, who happened to be Murphy. He let out a laugh as he caught her, lifting her slightly off the ground. Connor shut the door behind them and dropped their bag to the ground, a wide grin on his face.

"Told ye we'd be fine." Murphy said, hugging the small girl tightly. The feeling of her hair brushing against his face again was a stark difference in comparison to how he felt whilst he and his brother killed those men earlier. Murphy lowered Victoria back down to the ground and she quickly wrapped her arms around Connor, who hugged her back eagerly.

"Ye alright, m'love?" He asked, not realizing just how grateful he would be for the three of them to be in this apartment together again.

Victoria pulled back to look at Connor directly. "I was worried sick." She studied his face carefully, looking for any injuries. "You guys weren't hurt at all?" She asked, moving to Murphy and grabbing his face in her hands.

Murphy laughed, letting her survey him. "Perfectly fine, Tor."

She stepped back, sighing, running her hand through her hair. "Please tell me you're gonna take a small break now." She asked, only half serious.