Becoming a Saint

Chapter Two: The Discussion

My mind was racing, I couldn't stop thinking about what all happened at the hotel. Nine men are dead because the brothers, and I am stuck in the middle now. It couldn't be too late to walk out now and hopefully nothing will come of me just walking out.

I was interrupted when a soft knock comes from the bathroom door. "Hey Grace, is everything alright in there? You've been locked up in there for quite some time now. I just wanted to make sure you were alright in there." Murphy shyly says.

"Yes, I am fine. I will be out in a minute. I just needed to take a moment. I'll be right out." My voice was timid.

"That's fine. I just wanted to let ya' know that Rocco is starting to ask questions and it might help you figure out what we're doing. If you want to of course. I am just trying to help."

I get up from sitting on the edge of the rusted porcelain bathtub and open the door. Murphy looked uneasy, as if he was on his toes. I couldn't help but notice he had this look of sadness, it could of been from anything.

"Come on, I promise I don't bite. This should help clarify the situation for you." Murphy held out his arm for me. I was hesitant for a couple of seconds, but maybe these guys aren't bad men at all. They could be doing this for a greater good.

I accept Murphy's arm and follow him to the kitchen where Rocco and Connor were staring at me with smiles on their faces.

"Welcome back, we were starting to get worried about ya'. Thought you might of been bleeding out in the bathroom. That wouldn't be good at all." Connor teased.

"I just needed a moment. I am fine now." I said while I took a seat and reached for a unopened beer sitting in the middle of the table.

"I'd like to make a toast!" Connor stood up real quick and the chair went flying backwards before it made a loud thud noise from impacting the floor. "First, Murphy I was right, the stupid fucking rope did help today! It saved us from falling straight onto Miss Grace. If it wasn't for us arguing about it we would of never met this lady today." Connor, Murphy, and Rocco look over and smile before Connor continues the toast. "Secondly, Jaffar, uh- I mean Rocco, you're a fuckin' idiot but ya' know you've been set up. Which means those people who did this to you are the bad people. Maybe we have our next targets. So to conclude, I say this was a successful day, we met a new lady friend and Rocco lives to tell the tale. Sláinte chugat!"

"Sláinte chugat!" Murphy and Rocco both return the salute before we all chug the rest of our beers.

"What does sláinte chugat mean?" I ask.

"It means health to you in Gaelic." Murphy said before handing me another beer.

"Can I go on now?" Rocco asks Connor and Murphy like a child.

"Go on, ask your questions now. Grace is here." Murphy said.

"So you guys kill only anybody you think is evil right?" Rocco asks.

"Aye. But these last hits have kind of just fallen in our laps." Connor adds.

"Don't you think that's a little weird, maybe even a little psycho?" Rocco asks the brothers.

"It is kind of wrong, you're breaking the law here. You could go to prison for the rest of your lives for this guys." I look at Murphy and Connor.

"Do you know what I think is psycho?" Connor paused to take a drag of his cigarette before continuing. "It's decent women and men with loving families; they go home everyday after work and they turn on the news. You know what they see? They see rapists, murderers, and child molesters. They're all gettin' outta prison."