This is the final chapter of Angels and Saints, so before anyone flips out, the first chapter of the sequel, Usque Ad Mortem, is already posted. Enjoy!

"This is gold, Becca!" Tracy gloated as we watched back all the footage. "I wish you had gone through my questions, but it's really good! Can you believe these Micks? They don't even seem remorseful."

I ignored her, focusing on the tape. I was really pleased with how it turned out. All in all, I would say it went smashingly.

Duffy and Dolly seemed as pleased as Tracy was with the footage I had given them. They called me after I had delivered it and said it was tremendously helpful. They promised they would let me know what the next step was.

I counted the days.

"They're psychotic! Normal people don't do stuff like this!" She exclaimed.

"They come out pretty normal on film." I muttered over her shoulder.

"So do most crazies." She scoffed. "We're gonna get our own special for sure. People will pay up for this Saint stuff."

She definitely had a point. Especially after they escape I thought.

"Yer father's not home?" He asked, raising one eyebrow as he stood in front of me at my door.

"He had some kind of meeting at the plant. He shouldn't be home for a while."

"Kin I come in, then?" He placed one hand on the door, leaning over me as I pressed my back to the sturdy wood behind me. He had me cornered.

"For a few minutes. Don't get any ideas."

He laughed, sliding his hand down the length of the door and stopping at the handle, twisting it open as he slid his other hand behind the small of my back, catching me. I twisted around quickly, leading him to my room.

We had been dating for almost over month and he had never been inside my room. My father forbade boys being anywhere near my room. He allowed Murphy to take me out and was kind of warming up to the idea of us seeing each other. He was just starting to drink at McGinty's with the boys again after a few months of avoiding it completely. My father knew he couldn't stop me from seeing him.

"Did ye 'ave a good time, love?" Murphy asked, shaking me from my thoughts. I sat down on my bed, but he wandered around the room, admiring my décor, the pictures outlining my vanity.

"Of course." I smiled. "I always have a good time with you." It was true. Murphy MacManus was the bad boy your parents were supposed to keep you away from. He was impetuous and vivacious. He was completely controlled by his emotions and tended to run hot-tempered. It was addicting, being around so much testosterone and energy.

"I like yer room." He said, picking up a strip of photos we had taken in a picture booth at the fair, the only pictures we had together. "Yer place is nice."

"Thank you." I mumbled nervously. I had to admit, I had never had a boy in my room, let alone a man.

"It's a lot nicer than stayin' at my place." He admonished.

"That's only because your brother's not here to interrupt." I laughed. The few times we had tried to be intimate with each other had all failed at the hands of Murphy's twin, Connor. He either walked in before anything happened or brought home a friend of his own. We never made it past heavy petting.

"Tis true." He laughed. He placed the pictures down on the table and sat beside me. "Ye don't need ta be nervous." He said, squeezing my knee. "We don't have ta." This sweet side of Murphy was rare.

I leaned over and kissed him. "I want to." I said simply against his lips. That was all it took for the beast to be unleashed.

Murphy grabbed the back of my head, grabbing my hair and trapping me in his grasp. He pulled back all of a sudden, holding me still, looking me dead in the eye. "I love ye." He said firmly.

"I love you." I breathed, falling back onto the bed as Murphy lay beside me, our lips still touching. He trailed kisses down my neck, causing me to moan when he hit the base of my throat. He kissed the fabric of my shirt, all the way down to my belly button. He looked up at me, waiting for me to breathe. I nodded in compliance and he slid his skilled hands underneath my shirt and I leaned up so he could pull it off. I reached behind me, about to undo the clasp of my bra when he pulled up, putting his hand over mine. "Allow me." He whispered, taking over where my hands left off, snapping the clasps and running his hands up to the shoulder straps, hooking his thumbs underneath and slowly pulling them over my shoulders and pulling the contraption off. "Yer beautiful." He murmured, taking my breasts in his hands, kissing them and tweaking my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I leaned my head back, reveling in his touch. I never trusted someone so much, this just felt right. He continued to torture me, kissing me and nipping me all over, making his way down my body, letting his hands wander, discovering me. He stopped again at the button of my pants, looking up again, waiting for me to tell him to stop.

"It's okay" I assured him.

He kissed the soft skin above my pants waist line before undoing the button and pulling on my zipper. I leaned up and helped him pull my pants over my legs, kicking them onto the floor along with my modest underwear. As I repositioned myself under him, I reached under his shirt and pulled it over his head. He smiled at me, leaning back down to kiss me while undoing his pants with one hand. I heard his boots hit the floor and watched him awkwardly wiggle out of his jeans. He lay above me, fully unclothed. I glanced between us and laughed to myself. I had never seen a man naked before. Murphy saw my astonishment and hovered above me. "We kin stop."

"No. It's just… I want this. I do." I didn't want to admit what I was thinking. I was embarrassed at how inexperienced I was compared to Murphy.

He leaned in, absorbing my fear and drowning it with his mouth. I welcomed the kiss, quelling my thoughts and allowing myself to live in the moment, letting Murphy take the most sacred part of me that I had to offer. I heard the little foil packet rip, Murphy wiggled a little, then, all at once, I felt him enter me. It stung and I whimpered beneath him. "Are ye all right?" He asked, stopping all together.

"It's fine. Keep going."

"Are ye sure?" I nodded. I pulled him down on top of me and bit down on his shoulder. He moved slowly, patiently, as if I were made of glass. After a while, it stopped hurting. I got used to the feeling and it actually became pleasurable. I loosened my grip on his arms and he seemed to respond to my reaction, speeding up. "Trust me?" I nodded, trusting him completely. He reached between us, rubbing at me gently with his fingers, increasing the overwhelming feeling in my groin. I arched my back and groaned beneath him and he responded. All at once everything in me released and it seemed to be the same for him. He fell beside me, panting deeply as I was. He kissed my shoulder in a completely sweet gesture.

"That was…" I began.

"Amazin'." He finished.

We embraced each other, reveling in this monumental event in our relationship when we heard the front door open.

"Shit!" Murphy whispered, leaping out of bed and grabbing his clothes, fighting to get into his pants in record time. He lifted my window and threw his shirt and shoes down in a ball, coming back to me, kissing me on the lips. "I'll call ye." He whispered as he sat down on the sill, flipping his legs over and shimmying down the drain pipe while I slipped into my night gown and pretended to be asleep.

I woke with a start from my memory as my phone rang. I recognized the number and answered eagerly. "We found a way in."

I can't tell you this story from experience, because I wasn't there. I can, however, tell you what I heard on good authority from Father Sibeal as we waited on the boat. I can also tell you what the Boston Saints told me on the agonizingly long trip.

"Fuckin' 'eroic, they were!" Connor had raved."Like somethin' straight out o' a movie!"

"Ye fuckin' wish, Conn!" Murphy teased.

Father Sibeal, being involved not only as the boys uncle, but also as a concerned clergy, helped orchestrate the valiant escape from the Hoag as a favor, not only to his brother, but to the innocent people that the Saints helped to protect. As he tells it, there are only three things you can count on in federal prison; conjugals, fights, and sanctity of religion. That being said, it wasn't hard to sneak in as a stand in priest if the federally appointed preacher found himself, excuse the pun, tied Sibeal got his trusted friend Father Malhone to fill in for the part of clergy.

Dolly and Duffy found it much easier to impersonate guards.

The three had been able to infiltrate the Hoag in under an hour and no one even realized.

Among hardened criminals, tensions were so high that it wasn't unheard of to start a simple riot. All they needed was a diversion, something to keep the guards busy as they made their way up the stairs. To this day, they didn't know exactly what started the food fight, but it exploded across the whole cafeteria long enough for Duffy to pull the fire alarm, simultaneously releasing the locks on all of the cells in the prison. Dolly had already snuck to the top floor cells where the boys had been moved once they seemed to be in good health.

In the mean time, Father Malhone broke into the security office and shorted out the main frame, simultaneously shutting off all power in the building. As a security precaution, all the gates and main entrances opened.

Romeo was in a solitary cell just beside them and Dolly led them down the hall to the security door which led to a long hall and an elevator that went through the building.

They took the elevator down to the bottom floor where a service truck waited with supplies. Duffy was already there, behind the wheel, waiting for orders. Without question, they piled in the truck and drove through the open gates.

"Ye've got a decision ta make, lass." The words echoed in my mind as I anxiously awaited the arrival of the boys.

It wasn't so much of a decision as it was the acceptance of a calling I had been more than willing to accept for the past few years. I knew in my heart I was always his. It was just a fact, no matter how many times I tried to move on – a side effect of the MacManus man curse.

It was a terrifying concept, but I knew I wouldn't be happy with myself if I let him slip away again.

The words fell from my mouth without thinking. "I'll see you there."

No remorse, no regrets, just emotions.