The Saints and the sinister "Angel" (BDS/ Murphy Macmanus)

Chapter 1 - Russia

The first two chapters are just a preview for the book I would like some feedback on whether I should continue with the story. If I continue there will be a lot more detail. (:

Travelling through Russia is not my idea of fun. Researching the mobs in the area is not as fun as you think. Nah, I'm just kidding, that's the best part! Yes it's extremely dangerous but... so am I. I was getting out of the car making sure I covered all my ammunition and my two dual handguns (the same one Lara Croft uses). I acted all sweet and innocent and flirty towards the guards and managed to slip in within the enemy lines.

"Ha Boris. Long time. A very fucking long time indeed." I said as I stormed into his office.

"ahh Blair see you still have that horrid Scottish accent." He snapped at me.

"Aye. It's more intimidating. Now from your tone of voice, I know that you know why I'm here."

"You shoot or kill me and all my guys will be on you!" he threatened.

My lips pulled up into a smirk and Boris looked taken aback, "I know" I growled, "so make it easier for all of us. Yea?"

"Fine... five percent."

"I'll take that." I said happily and then growled a "for now." His eyes narrowed, "Well I best be off good day Boris."

That was easier than I thought. The Swedish Mafia now owns five percent of Russia. Five percent! Thanks to the most amazing daughter of the mob leader Blair Berg. Sweet deal right?

I got outside and looked up to the window of Boris' office and thought I know dear Boris is terrified of me, which means it's easier to get what I want. A smile tugging at my lips. I got in my black mercedez benz and was about to pull away but I got a phone call. I looked at the caller ID, my dad?

"Hello?"

"Allo pet" he greeted, "How did it go?"

"Only five percent of Russia belongs to us at the moment." I grumbled.

"Only five percent? That's brilliant pet" he gushed. "You, my girl, will be a fine leader of the Swedish Mob."

"As soon as I'm in charge, I'm calling it the Swedish Mafia."

My dad chuckled "If you want pet."

I smiled, "Anything else you want to tell me?"

I heard my dad sigh and I began to freak out, "What's wrong dad?"

"you remember in the news? That Italian or Russian mob that was killed in their hotel room?"

"Yes?"

"They killed some of our guys today pet. I'm worried about you."

"I'll be fine dad."

"They are good at killing baby girl. And they want our kind out of here." I sucked in a breath and nodded (well aware that he can't see me) taking everything in.

"We'll be fine dad."

"No, pet. You will be fine!" he said, "Please come back to Boston pet?"

"I'm coming home soon. Just a couple of hours... you know this already dad."

"Yes I do."

"I'll see you soon. Driving to the airport now."

"Alright bye pet."

"Bye dad" I hung up the phone.

***the next day***

So I arrived safely in Boston and the plane flight was amazing! First class absolutely rocks!

Tonight dad had a meeting with all the "Back up guys" as I called them, dad wanted me to come along and I was more than happy to comply.

I dressed in some hot pants and a shirt that just covered my boobs, put on my ankle guards and one knee guard and went for a run.

I sang the song, Raised by wolves by falling in reverse, in my head as it played on my ipod. Guys were checking me out and I gave them all the finger and continued to run. An hour later, feeling all sweaty and gross I went to go take a shower. For tonight I dressed in black skinny jeans, a black top that splits near my bottom rib in the front showing off my stomach, yes I dress like a slut but as dad says if you got it flaunt it. so that's what I was going to do. I had my gun holster strapped to my leg, just in case something happened at the club after this meeting. The gun holster would be taken off during the meeting as this was rule for any "Newbies" I wasn't a newbie to the Mafia but I was a newbie to the meetings so I had to follow the rules.

***In the meeting***

"What do you want us to do!?" one of the men called Antonio yelled.

"Look! We have to keep pushing the Russian Mob, my daughter amazingly made them give up space in Russia. Why the FUCK can't you get them to do it here?" dad asked him.

"Because I am not going to be able to use my body to persuade them to give up the land."

I scowled at him and said, "Damn straight because you have flab everywhere. Fat jesus" fat jesus because he was fat and had some long hair and a beard.

"Calm down Blair." My dad said. I gave a hmph sound but shut my mouth. I stood leaning against the wall with my one leg hoisted up because standing still was pissing me off. I can't keep still, I have to keep moving.

The men kept droning on and on and I realised I didn't have to listen because I didn't have to worry about any of this crap. If I need to do something then my dad will tell me and I will do it. I zoned out until I heard a thump and looked over to the door, there stood two men two hand guns in each of their hands, one with light sandy coloured hair and the other had dark brown hair. He said to his brother, "mind the girl... she looks scared." Scared my arse! Shocked hell yes.

Then the bullets went flying...

I yelled, "You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

When I looked around at all the dead bodies of my fallen colleagues.

I knew who these guys were, you'd be stupid not to know...

The saints. They stood there with the guns pointed at my dads head. I looked at him and saw a tear drop from his eye.

"Any last words?" the sandy coloured haired man asked.

"Yes a couple."

"Go on and say it then, before we send you ta whatever god ya like"

(In Swedish) "My darling daughter. You won't die tonight, get on their good side in order to stay alive. Make me even more proud by making the Swedish Mafia a huge success..." he sighed, "I love you darling" he said. Tears were running out of my eyes.

"I love you too daddy" I said in Swedish and the saints pulled the trigger ending his life.

The dark haired man came up to me whilst his brother put pennys on all of the eyes of the fallen. The dark haired man bent down and leaned on his knee and I realised how good looking he was.

"Lass, ya are okay now." I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and couldn't help but feel attracted to this man.

"Thank you... for saving me" I lied.

"A scots-woman? What a coincidence." He said with a smile. "Come on let's get ya out of 'ere"

He held out his hand and I took it and he pulled me up, I was shaky after seeing my dad die in front of my eyes and this man noticed, "Names Murphy by the way" he said, "what's your name beautiful?"

"Blair." I replied. He held me around the waist to keep me steady and we walked to the door and I grabbed my gun holster.

Murphy and his brother staring at me in shock.

"what? they're mine."

"I am not denying that sweetheart." Murphy said, "but those there are some fine piece of machinery."

"oh thanks Murphy."

"This is my brother Conner."

I nodded at Conner; Murphy and I walked out followed by Conner.