ALL FOR US || The Boondock Saints

T W E N T Y

The four of them pulled up in front of the warehouse downtown. It was by the docks along the water, and now around midnight. They could see that there were lights on inside the building, and several other cars parked out the front. The waves of the ocean were crashing against the docks, the sound of it nearly making Victoria forget about why they were there in the first place. She sat in the backseat of the car with Rocco, Connor in the drivers seat, and Murphy beside him. Their duffel bag of guns sat in between them where Victoria usually was.

Connor turned to look at his brother, both of them holding each other's gaze, readying themselves to become the Saints again.

"Ye feel okay?" Connor asked him.

"Aye." Murphy replied. "Do ye?"

Connor simply nodded. Truthfully, he was a little bit nervous. He wasn't sure why, though. He turned to Victoria and Rocco in the backseat. "We just wanna be in and out. Ye both need to stay in here. No matter what happens."

Murphy turned around also. "If we don't come out, ye get Victoria out of here." He said directly to Rocco.

"Wait a minute." Victoria said as Rocco began nodding. "Just leave you? You're kidding, right?"

"This isn't up for debate, Tor." Connor said, his voice harsh and authoritative. "That's what has to happen."

She pursed her lips together and scowled at the lighter twin, knowing it was pointless to argue back.

Rocco put his arm around her comfortingly and squeezed her. "They're gonna be fine. They've survived this long."

Victoria kept her eyes on Connor, who was looking back at her with equal intensity. He and Murphy could understand each other without needing words, and right now, he prayed Victoria would understand him also. He beckoned her forwards with two fingers and as always, she obeyed. With one hand on the back of her head, he pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply, unable to put into words how much he loved her. He pulled away from her and admired the familiar flushed look on her face she always had after being kissed. Victoria blinked back tears before leaning towards Murphy and kissing him also. Murphy was, as usual, much more aggressive than his brother. The same passion was there, but he seemed much more desperate, like deep down he felt nervous about what they were about to do.

"Come back to me." Victoria whispered to them both once she'd pulled away from Murphy.

The brothers exited the car, Murphy throwing the duffel bag over his shoulder. Connor ducked his head back in the car and handed Victoria a hand gun. "Keep this on ye."

She took it and nodded. Guns used to freak her out, but a girl tends to learn a few things while living with the Saints.

Victoria and Rocco watched as the twins shut the car doors and made their way towards the warehouse, disappearing into the night.

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While they waited in the car, Rocco had countless questions about the brothers being the Saints. Victoria didn't blame him, as she figured he was still processing the new information. The conversation also seemed to make time speed up slightly. She explained to him how she found out about them being the Saints, and how she had coped with them going out during the night and wondering if they'd return. She told him the truth about why they had travelled to Ireland, and what had really happened the night she was beaten up. Rocco listened intently, his mouth hanging open in shock in some parts. Victoria felt a little guilty that they hadn't told Rocco any of this until now, but she knew they didn't have a choice back then.

"I can't believe I never suspected it was them." He said, sighing and leaning back in his seat. "I mean, I'm sure there were signs, but... it's Connor and Murphy for fucks sake, you know?"