They've Returned (Sequel to Fallen For The Savior)

Chapter 2

Murphy

We got onto the first ship headed out of Ireland and over to Boston, USA. I had a bitter sweet feeling in the pit of my stomach as the ship entered open waters. I was going to see my Rachel again, my world. But what if she had moved on? What if she was with another man now? Could I really move on from her, the first girl I loved? “Murph what ya thinkin’ so hard about over here,” Connor asked walking up behind me as I was sitting out on deck watching the dark waves in the night flow by us as the ship moved closer to Rachel. “Nothin’,” I said shaking my head and looking away from Connor. “Ya thinkin’ bout Rachel,” he asked but I wasn’t going to answer, “I’m sure she’ll be happy to see ya too.” “That’s not what I’m worried ‘bout,” I said, “what if she’s moved on? Even married now to someone else.”

“We talkin’ bout the same Rachel,” Connor asked, “she was in love with you when we left. That kinda love don’t fade away.” “But she didn’t know if we’d ever come back,” I said, “she wouldn’t even come with us when we left eight years ago. A lot can change in eight years Connor.” “Yes a lot can change,” he said, “but when ya done being all depressing come down below.” I shook my head and looked back but Connor had already left. I sighed and stood up, walking to find him just reaching the stairs that ran down below into the cargo hold. As we were walking through the area, we heard shouting and chanting up head of us.

We walked by a couple of freights and came upon this large crowd of people with two in the center. This guy was walking by us but Connor stopped him and we began asking him what was going on. The Mexican’s name we learned was Romeo and apparently he was going to be able to take down that one guy, while handcuffed, in five minutes or less. As they began fighting, Connor and I both pulled out some money and looked back at the guy. “Fifty on the Mexican,” we said together as we then went back to watching the fight in front of us. That Mexican was crazy, but he was pretty good, especially when the man he was against was much taller than him.

Once the fight had finished, and the crowd settled down, Connor and I went to our own area to be alone and just talk about what was gonna happen when we reached dry land. But of course all I could think about was seeing Rachel again, more than anything. I’m still not sure how I managed to stay away for eight long years. As we were talking, I was working on his tattoo on his back when he started teasing about what I said with dying our hair. It’s then that we see we’re not alone and notice the Mexican watching us. “Hey I know who you guys are,” he said as he started getting excited.

“Shut the fuck up,” Connor said as I looked around to make sure no one else was listening. “I’m from Boston and I love you guys,” he said, “shit everybody loves you guys. Hey is it true you guys say a pray before you grease somebody?” I was looking at Connor and then in an instant it’s like we both had the same thought, we gotta fuck with him. We threw him to the ground and Connor grabbed one of our guns, slowly placing it to Romeo’s head as we said this bogus prayer. The look on poor Romeo’s face was just too funny, but I had to keep a straight face otherwise I’d ruin it for us. When Connor pulled the trigger, and the gun only clicked, I swear I thought Romeo was gonna pass out right then and there from fright.

We both jumped up and I grabbed the bottle of whisky that he had with him and started drinking while laughing. That shit was funny as hell and Connor even had some come up his nose. That had to sting a little. I mean we couldn’t not fuck with him, he completely set himself up for that! I looked over at Connor, he was still laughing as Romeo finally got up off the ground. He wanted to talk to us, about what we were gonna do once we got back to Boston. We didn’t exactly know what we were gonna do, but we didn’t wanna take him with us, especially with what happened to Rocco.

“C’mon man let me help,” Romeo said as we sat outside on the deck of the ship, “I have connections all over Boston.” “No,” Connor said shaking his head as he passed me the whisky bottle. “Absolutely not,” I said then took a drink from it. “C’mon man why not,” Romeo asked as I handed him the bottle. “Don’t have to give ya a reason why,” Connor said as he looked to me. “C’mon,” he said, “if ya wanna get to Yakavetta you’re gonna need me! I have connections, I can get ya anything you need on Yakavetta, anything.” I looked to Connor, we were gonna need some kind of help to find out where Yakavetta was and how we could get to him. Maybe we should give him a shot, at least for now.