No Hope pt 4
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Title: No Hope pt 4
Author: black_ladybug/sweetxpoison666
Pairing: Murphy/f
Rating: R (I'm just gonna leave it at that even though theres nothing in this chap)
Warnings: Sexual content, swearing
Disclaimer: I am only borrowing the boys from Troy Duffy...
Notes: After much demand this is the continuation of No Hope and I have dedicated it to civilbloodshed ^_^
Feedback: Please? pretty please? constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! ♥
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No Hope part 4
It has been a week and a half since that night. Murphy comes and goes. It was more than a one-night stand and, for my job, that is a good thing.
I stepped into the shower just as the doorbell rang. I sighed; I just wanted to take a shower. I pulled on a short black satin bathrobe and answered the door. “Marc… what are you doing here?”
He pushed past me into the apartment and looked around. “Boss sent me… He wants to know what is taking you so long, Sawyer.” He finished looking around and stood in front of me, looking me up and down. “Why have you not killed them yet?”
“I’m getting to it.” I tell him, holding the door open. “Will you get out now?”
He smirked as he stepped toward me, closing the door. “I remember the last time I saw you wore that…”
“No… Marc… Never again…”
“What? You didn’t like it?” His eyes were dark, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He placed his rough hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I pushed him away.
“Don’t.” I ordered, pointing a finger at him.
“Aww… That’s not what you said last time…” He grinned evilly, pulling me back to him.
“Marc, stop.” I pleaded as his hands made their way up my robe. I pushed his hands down and away, but he persisted, trying to untie the rope around my waist. I slapped his hands.
“Feisty…” He chuckled as he continued. I tried to shove him away, but he brought me to the floor, lying on top of me. His hands roamed my body, trying to gain access through the thin barrier.
“Get off!” I shouted, bringing my knee up; he curled in pain. I shoved him off me as I jumped up and grabbed a pair of black converse All Stars and ran out the door, not caring I was wearing only a short bathrobe. I had to get away from him. I made it to the bottom floor of the building, looking up the flights of stairs as I pulled my shoes on quickly. I heard him yell my name as he stormed down the stairs. I ran out of the building and down the street, not worried about where I was going, just as long as it was safe.
I eventually stopped running to catch my breath. I found myself outside McGinty’s. The boys did not live far from here. I had never been there, but I knew the building… I could find the floor.
I walked into the building, stepping into the lift. Start at the top or from the bottom? That was my dilemma. I sighed and pushed five.
Guess I am starting at the top…
The lift stopped and I saw Connor as he started to close the door. “Connor!” I shouted at him, trying to get his attention.
“Aye? Emily?” He asked, stepping into the hallway.
I stepped off the lift, tears in my eyes. “I need to talk to Murphy…”
He put an arm around my shoulders and took me inside, sitting on the couch with me. “What happ’ned?” Connor asked, trying to look at me.
I sat there staring away from him, not wanting to talk about it with Connor. “Where’s Murph?”
“Getting cigarettes… He’ll be back…” He adjusted on the couch, bringing my chin up to look me in the eye. “Please… What happ‘ned to ya?”
“Can I just wait for Murphy? Please… I don’t want to…”
The door opened and Murphy walked in. “It’s getting’ fucken cold-- Emily?” He stopped what he was saying when he saw me sitting with Connor. “Whater ya doin’ ‘ere?”
I sighed before I explained to them what had happened with Marc.
Murphy balled his fists, anger darkening his clear blue eyes. “Don’ worry… Yer safe ‘ere.”
I knew at that moment, my job was going to be jeopardized.
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