I pulled off my mask, and felt the fresh air, ok well not really fresh since now a bunch of dead Russians were surrounding me, but it still felt nicer than the musky scent of the mask.
"Cora." I smirked at the faces of the two boys.
~~Connor
"A girl?!" Murphy exclaimed next to me.
My breath caught as her brown hair fell on her shoulders and sculpted her face.
"Ya got a problem lad?" She smirked.
"You killed all these guys?" "Yep, me, myself, and I." "Wow." Murph breathed. "Well, I'm Connor and this idiot gaping at ya is my brother Murphy. Murphy walloped my upside the head. "Well, boys, I wanna drink, wanna join me?"
~~ At the pub
"Doc." The boys nodded as we walked in. "So Cora... " Connor started as the door to the bar opened and slammed shut. "Rocco!" Everyone cheered. "So anyway, Cora, how..." He started again. For the first time this night, i had a chance to notice his eyes. Crystal blue, and butterflies soared in my stomach.
"You close this bar down now!" Screamed someone with a Russian accent. "For fuck's sake, can i not finish a bloody sentence?!' I started to laugh, until one of the Russian guys decked Connor in the face. "Oi!" I shouted getting real close to the Russian's face, "you never touch him again." (in Russian) before kneeing him in the balls. I started to laugh as he cursed me. And then I turned around to grap a shot, but someone grabbed my hair and smashed my face into the bar stool.
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Boondock Saints
RomanceCora is a highly trained assassin for the Swedish Mafia, and just got a new target. This mission leads her to meet two Irish men who will change her life.
