Two To Tango, Four To Fear

Chapter 1: One For The Money

The girl standing before them couldn't have been more than twenty-four years old, but the look in her eyes was hardened, a force to be reckoned with in itself. Her bright red hair fanned around her face, ending in soft curls that spiraled beautifully over her shoulders, a copper waterfall ending somewhere around the area her breasts began, and both brothers had to keep themselves from staring, both at her hair and at her breasts.

Her face had been carved by angels. Her cheekbones were high and sharp, giving definition to the hollows beneath them. Her jaw was angular, yet sleek, pointing into a small chin and flowing down into an almost swan-like neck. Her eyes were wide and bright, green as emeralds with a ring of pure gold around the middle of the pupils, and her gaze was captivating, a thing of beauty that you didn't dare look away from. And those lips; they were lush, smooth, a delicate shade of pearly pink, and right now they were curved into a smirk.

More impressive than her looks had been her entrance. After the courtroom shooting ended and all the other people had fled, screaming, out of every possible exit, she had emerged from a back row seat in the balcony area, the expression on her face unreadable. She had leaned over the banister, folding her arms over the railing, and contemplated them. She didn't speak, and neither did they; they merely stared at each other, their eyes focused on her, her eyes seeming to be focused on all of them at once.

And then she had done the strangest thing. Instead of leaving the courtroom like the others had done, she swung her right leg over the banister, her hands firmly gripping the wood railing with long, elegant fingers. She gripped the vertical bars connecting the bottom of the railing to the top, and then pushed off the ground with her left foot, the rest of her body swinging over the railing.

The twins dashed forward, ready to catch her, but she didn't need their assistance. Her grip on the wood posts was steady, her upper-body strength rather surprising. She wiggled her foot in an odd sort of gesture, though both boys took it for what it was: a signal to get the hell out of the way. And then she just let go of the posts.

She bent her knees slightly, connecting with the floor on the balls of her feet and heels, and then instantly ducked and rolled forward, becoming nothing more than a blur of red hair and black clothing. She ended in a crouch, one knee bent to the floor, the other bent toward her chest, its foot firmly planted on the ground and her arm resting on it almost casually.

She straightened out, taking a second to brush herself off, and then turned to face them, taking all three men by shock. That's when they noticed how pretty she was, how tightly her black tanktop hugged her breasts, how her lips had curved into that sultry smirk.

She approached them casually, still studying them, her green eyes flashing something that was could only be described as dangerous. But danger had always intrigued the brothers, and they stepped forward to meet her.

"Who might you be, miss?" Connor asked, his head tilting just slightly to the side as he tried to anticipate her reaction, or lack thereof.

"Name's Torrey. Torrey Marie White, to be more exact. And yourselves?" Her hands slipped into the front pockets of her jeans, making her stance just that much more casual, though it did nothing to put the twins more at ease.

Connor and Murphy exchanged a glance, unsure whether or not to trust the girl in front of them. Finally, Connor spoke for them. "We're the Saints."

Torrey laughed lightly, her voice sounding like wind chimes. "Yeah, I know that. I meant your individual names."

Another glance shared, the two pairs of blue eyes silently communicating before turning back to Torrey and remaining silent.

She raised an eyebrow at them, waiting a painfully awkward minute for them to talk. Realizing that they wouldn't, though, she spoke up. "I guess you're not about to treat me with any kind of courtesy until I explain myself. Well, to shorten the story by a mile, I want to join you guys. You do good work, work that I could only ever dream about, and the normal world has no place for me."

More silence flooded around them. Torrey watched the twins deliberate with a calm outward demeanor, but inward her heart was racing to beat the devil, and her stomach was in knots. How did you go up to three all too famous killers and just ask them to let you into their crew? She didn't really know how she managed to stick around long enough to even get a good look at them, she'd been so nervous hiding in the back of the courtroom like that.

Torrey had attended the trial with hope in her heart, hope that these men would show up and give her a chance with them. She'd had no idea if they would even come around, but she'd been determined to sit through the whole day's worth of questions and accusations and recesses just in case. And, wouldn't you know, she'd gotten lucky. That alone was enough to shove her in the right direction and help her get over her anxieties. God was showing her that she was on the right path; that's why they'd come into the trial today, and that's why she was getting her chance now, and damn if she wasn't going to make the most of it.

"You ever killed anyone before?" Murphy spoke up this time, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Torrey fixed her gaze on him, her stare hardening into nothing short of stone. "Yeah, I have. Some asshole started beating on my best friend after they'd been together for a couple months. First time she came around with a black eye, claiming to have walked into a door, I gave her the benefit of the doubt. Second time it wasn't just a black eye, it was a broken nose and a bruised jaw. She begged me not to hurt him, saying they were over and he was leaving town. A week later she was in the hospital; she still hasn't roused from the coma. So I took care of the problem."

Murphy turned his gaze to the floor, unable to meet the pain and anger in her eyes any longer. Connor looked back at Noah, who nodded, taking a step toward Torrey, moving between the brothers.

"I'm sorry about your friend, dear, but please, tell us what ye did to the man." Noah removed his sunglasses and tucked them into the pocket of his coat, meeting the girl's gaze full-on; she respected him all the more for that.

"I snuck in while he was asleep, kept him knocked out by gently pressing a rag full of chloroform to his face, and tied him down to the bed. When he finally woke up he started panicking, screaming for help. I told him to shut the fuck up, because no one would hear him.

"When he saw me standing there at the foot of the bed he actually started to chuckle a little bit. Called me a "cocksucking cunt", and a few other choice names, which I didn't take all too kindly to. A few rounds with my brass knuckles broke his jaw so that he couldn't talk anymore.

"By the time I got bored of the brass knuckles his left eye was swollen shut, his nose was broken, and he'd drooled some of his teeth out on a tidal wave of blood. His other eye was leaking tears; little bitch couldn't take a beating.

"I pulled a picture of my best friend out of my pocket, held it in front of his good eye, and the realization suddenly hit him pretty hard. I explained that I was going to kill him for what he did to her, for hurting her and putting her in a coma." Her eyes flickered from Noah's still steady gaze to the men flanking his sides. Their faces were expressionless, but there was something raging in their eyes, something that made it clear they were impressed.

"Perhaps I should let the story end there. I don't know if you boys could handle the rest of it." The smirk was back on her face, but it didn't meet her eyes, and that sent a shiver of something akin to fear up the twins' spines.

"We can handle it." Murphy blurted out, his tone hushed near to a whisper.

"Yeah, go on." Connor nodded once, his eyes widening in sudden excitement.

Torrey giggled once, something more of a snort than anything else. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Alright, so I cut the guy's dick off, slowly, using a rusty steak knife. It took almost twenty minutes for me to saw through that thing, even with how small it was. By that time he'd started screaming, even though his mouth was nearly swollen shut. I then took great pleasure in pulling his mouth open and shoving his dick so far down his throat he nearly swallowed it. He died choking on it."

The brothers both unconsciously touched at their groins, their hands shifting to cover the middle of their jeans. Torrey noted the action, but chose not to acknowledge it.

"I assume he's been found already, and that they'll soon figure out it was me. So now I'm on the run, and I always will be, whether or not you allow me to be a part of your regime. I just figured that, since I can never go back home anyway, I could use my newfound fugitive title to do some good and rid the world of more evil pieces of shit like him."

Noah was smiling, something tight-lipped but nonetheless pleased. "I think we could use skills like yours, young lady. That is, if my boys agree." He looked from Connor to Murphy and back again.

The twins looked at each other around Noah's shoulders, sharing a nod. They both grinned as they turned back to Torrey.

Murphy was the one to speak up, holding his hand out to Torrey. She placed her hand in his, expecting him to just shake it like one would with any other business partner, but he lifted it to his face, his lips brushing the back of it with a gentle kiss that caused Torrey to blush a soft pink that matched her lips.

"Looks like we got ourselves a new fuckin' recruit."