The Russians grabbed me, and Murph. "Get the fuck off her!" Connor yelled as one of the men hand cuffed him and held him down in the chair. The men led Murphy and I down into the alley. "Connor!" we both screamed. The men pointed a gun at Murphy. Boris came close to my face and grabbed my shoulders. My heart began to beat rapidly as he sized me up.
I'm stronger than this, I'm part of the Swedish Mafia. Again he pushed me against the wall, and grabs my waist. I reach down to the inside of my boot and grip onto the handle of my switch blade. In one swift movement I bring up to lower stomach and stick it deeply inside.
He grunts and grabs his wound, letting me fall to the ground. I stab him again and watch the blood pool on his white tank top.
I felt my head, and my face for any injuries. I shiver, start to look for Connor and Murphy.
I sprint inside and find Murphy crouching over Connor. There are puddles of blood surrounding his chair and he's slumped over.
"Connor?" I whisper and grab his wrist placing two fingers on it. I sigh in relief.
"His pulse is barely there," I turn towards Murphy, "what should we do?"
Silently he lifts Connor up from the chair and motions me to get his other side.
We walk out of the apartment and down the alleyway in silence.
YOU ARE READING
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.
