My blue eyed saint (sequel to Murphy's angel)

Manager

We boarded the ship later that night. Since the whole boat was mainly male, the boys thought it would be a good idea if was disguised as a man. They helped me look the part and stepped back to admire their work. They had let me borrow some clothes, had my hair up in a hat, and smudged some dirt on my face.

"well do I look manly?" I laughed.

"as long as ya don't talk" Connor smirked.

"fuck you con!" I spat.

"dats me brothers job der lass" he chuckled.

i rolled my eyes and murphy approached me grabbing my waist. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he leaned into kiss me. We were interrupted when Connor said,

ya may wanna be careful der murph. People see dat they would get da wrong impression"

i started laughing in Murphy's arm as he glared at him brother. That night we decided to walk to the main deck. People were crowded around and going crazy.

"ya stay by me" murphy whispered in my ear.

I nodded and looked in the direction everyone was cheering. There were two men in the circle, one had his hands chained. The boys were just as curious as I was when they stopped the man that had been taking money from a few people.

"¿Por qué se encadenaron las manos"(why is that mans hands chained?) Connor asked pointing to the Mexican man.

"Rápido, hombre de Romeo. Él dice que el francés no puede poner una mano sobre él." (Romeos fast man, he says the Frenchman can't lay a hand on him) the man said excitedly.

"Pero él no le puede devolver el golpe."(but he can't hit him back) murphy said.

"Esa es la apuesta. Él tiene que últimos cinco minutos" (that's the bet, he's got to last five minutes) the man said.

"the dudes fuckin stupid" I muttered quietly earning a chuckle from the brothers.

the fight began and we watched as the Mexican man dodged every shot his opponent shot at him. My eyes widened when he ran to the wall and jumped off it, bringing his chained hands to the front. I turned to the brothers as they dug through their pockets, grabbing 50's. They turned to the man taking bets and at the same time said,

"fifty on the Mexican"

I shook my head and rolled my eyes going back to watching the fight. The Mexican now had the Frenchman on his back and knocked him out in seconds, winning. The crowd cheered and the Mexican looked our way and nodded at the boys who were among the cheering. Later that night I went back to our room as the boys were fixin each others tattoos. I was thankful for the quiet. No one had to see my tears. I never truly got over Anthony's death and I know I never will. Sometimes I just think of it and a few tears slip down my cheek. This was one of those moments. I was jolted from my thoughts when I heard a crashing sound and yelling coming from down top the hall. I knew those yells anywhere. I quickly wiped my tears, grabbed my gun and ran down the hall. Before I rounded the corner my heart quickened when I saw the water on the ground and the coins in it. I quickly rounded the corner seeing the boys having a gun to the Mexicans head. My eyes widened,

"guys!"

they completely ignored me as Connor yelled," And as Almighty God created you...he now calleth you home."

i watched as the Mexican screamed Into Murphy's hand and cried as Connor pulled the trigger. One thing though, it didn't fire. Just clicked.

" Ooops. Busy signal. We'll hafta calleth back." Connor busted out laughing.

i rolled my eyes and let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. They both got off the man and were wailing in laughter.

"let's have a shot while were waitin!" Murphy added.