Boondock Saints

Chapter 8

Sorry I haven't been posting on this one in a long time, and sorry for this chapter its kinda bad, but I'll add onto it soon.

We were escorted down to an open cell.  There were only two beds, I looked between Murphy and Connor.  "I get my own! Murphy shouted, "you two lovebirds can share a bed."  He smirked and flung himself onto the one of the beds.   A  few hours later a bearded man with sunglasses presses his nose between our cell bars.  Murphy and Connor scream "Rocco!" They start to hug him and grab the clothes that he had brought in.  He looked like a dog or a mop.  I smiled to myself, "And this is Cora." Connor introduced me.  "Hey." I said shly.  "Well I have to see my boss. See ya guys." Rocco said and headed out.

"His boss?" I asked.  "Yeah he works for the Italian Mafia."

That night-

I snuggled next to Connor, he's really warm.  And did I mention that he was shirtless.  He had a perfectly sculpted body.  Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Connor sat up in bed and leaned his head back gasping.  My eyes widened as I saw Murphy do the same thing. "Guys.... guys!" I said shaking Connor.  Murphy and Connnor turned to look at eachother.  Muttering something about a recevier.  "What the hell is going on!" I repeated again but this time in Gaelic. The look at me and just smirked.  Fine be that way.  I turned on myside and tried to go back to sleep. 

The Next Morning

The boys hadn't mentioned a thing about last night.  A single frecking word.  But I'll get the truth out of Connor, he's a pushover. We grabbed a couple of coffee's and some donuts and Connor called Rocco to see if we could go over to his place.