Disclaimer: I do not own The Black Donnelly's. I am just an extremely bored individual. If you have read any of my other fanfics you will have already realized this.

My eyes were still tightly shut as I flipped open my cell phone. "Speak."

"Hey Rosie."

I groaned lifting my arm to remove the comforter above my head. Kevin only called me Rosie when he was in trouble. "I don't have money."

"I'm not asking for it. I just need you to open your door." He sounded slightly on edge but not to the point where someone was behind him holding a gun.

"Fine, just so you know it's three in the morning you bastard." I hung up the phone and slowly swung my legs out of bed.

Kevin Donnelly was my best friend growing up. Well no, that's only partially true. Kevin was one of my best male friends and over the years we stayed close, seeing as neither of us had left the neighborhood. Kevin was the third born of the four famous Donnelly brothers. Everyone knew them. They were trouble, but in different ways. Jimmy was the oldest and the biggest pain in the ass. He owned a bar called the Firecracker Lounge. He was a fighter and word was he was into drugs. Everyone knew it but no one would mention it to any of the Donnelly's, especially Tommy. Tommy was the second oldest and definitely the smartest out of the brothers. He was going to college, majoring in art, and helping at the bar the rest of the time. The youngest was Sean. Sean was the heart breaker. He was good looking and the brothers never let him alone with a girl they were going to go on a date with. Doing that would have been an extremely stupid thing to do.

I opened the door to my apartment to reveal Kevin. He held out his hands, which were handcuffed together and smiled sheepishly at me. "Help?"

I let him in pinching the bridge of my nose as I closed the door. Where Tommy's burden was all of his brothers, Kevin was my personal burden. Tommy thanked me for that on multiple occasions. Whenever Kevin was in trouble, I had become his first phone call and usually his last. Kevin had the misconception that he was lucky, or would be one day. He had a small little gambling problem that constantly got him in trouble.

I sat down on the couch looking at Kevin's handcuffed hands. There were a few pink feathers stuck to them and I looked up at him with a grimace. "Kevin, seriously. Even if I am your friend, I'm still female. I don't need to see events of your sex life."

He gave me a tired look and stuck out his hands. "No. I put the feathers on there. Don't ask why I had feathers. Someone came around to collect money and I said I would have it by next week. He was a bit drunk so he thought it would be funny to handcuff me thinking it would prove I wouldn't leave town anytime soon."

I picked off a few feathers and turned to a side table behind me opening a small draw. I sifted through a box of keys finally coming up with one for handcuffs. I have keys for everything. In this instance, I don't feel the need why I have a key for real handcuffs. "How much did you lose this time?"

Kevin rubbed his wrists as I took off the cuffs. "Six."

I looked at him with wide eyes. "Please tell me that's six hundred."

He shook his head.

I grabbed the sides of his face with my hands. "Kevin! Oh my god, Tommy is going to murder you! Where the hell are you going to get six grand?"

He smiled moving my hands from his face. "I could sell a kidney."

I smacked the top of his head. "This isn't time for kidding."

He gave me the smile I gave into too often. Where as Sean had the melt your legs smile I was immune, too Kevin had an innocent smile that sadly I couldn't see past. "You're right. It's time for bed. I didn't mean to wake you. I'm just going to stay on your couch for the night."

I sighed pulling him up. "Yeah, there you go trying to make me feel guilty. Come on you can take part of the bed, just no funny stuff. I'm too tired to fight you off."

He smiled jumping onto my bed. "Jeeze. King size bed. Someone has high expectations."

I flipped him off and crawled back under the covers. "Just go to sleep Kevin."

I felt Kevin swing his arm around me over the comforter. "Thanks again Rose. Anything you need you know you can always ask me for."

I yawned. "I know, I know. You know between you and Tommy telling me I can always ask for favors I'll own your asses by the years end."

I woke to the ringing of my cell phone. It's as if people forget I own a house phone. I rolled to my side stifling a gasp as I noticed Kevin in my bed. I threw the top of myself over him to get to the phone, noticing the alarm clock. Eight in the morning. On a Saturday morning. I only know two people who would do this to me. One was currently beneath me. "What Tommy?"

"Is that how you usually answer the phone? Christ." There was a hint of laughter in his voice.

"You and your brothers are the only ones with the balls to call me this early. So proceed please."

He sobered up. "Have you seen Kevin? He didn't go back to the bar last night. Jimmy got to the bar this morning and noticed Kevin wasn't in his room."

I heard a groan beneath me and noticed Kevin had woken up and was attempting to use the bottom of my tank top to cover his eyes from the early morning light. "Yeah, he showed up here last night and I told him to stay."

There was a pause on the other end. "Uh, was that a groan I heard?"

I yanked my top out of Kevin's hands and sat on his stomach. "Yeah. He just woke up." I handed the phone to Kevin. "Your brother."

He took the phone rubbing his eyes. "Yeah? No I'm fine, just needed help with something." He paused and looked down at himself then up at me. "Nope. All clothes are accounted for." I smacked him in the stomach and he laughed. "Hey Tommy asked me. Yeah, Tommy. We'll be over this afternoon." He clicked the end button on my phone and looked up at me. "Hi."

I cross my arms looking down at him with a smile. "Morning sleeping beauty."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh talking about sleeping habits. You're a bit frisky when you're sleeping."

I felt heat rush to my neck as I slid off ht bed. "Liar."

He started laughing and following me out. I realized at some point he took off his pants and shirt during the night. "Come on I was just kidding around."

I turned around with my arms crossed. "Funny Kevin."

He grabbed my sides and pulled me in for a hug. "Come on you know you're my favorite person in the world."

I hugged him back. "Sure I am. I'm just the only one dumb enough to open my door for you."

"That too."

I smiled pulling back. "I'm still not lending you money. Go take a shower I'll throw your clothes in the wash."

"Okay." He hooked his thumbs into his boxers.

"Not now! Jesus go take it off in the bathroom and leave the clothes on the floor." I shook my head. "What the hell is your problem?"

He smiled and headed into the bathroom. "Rose, you've known me forever. We shared a bed last night. I don't think a little skin is going to come between us."

I clapped my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

He realized what he said and shut the door. "You have a dirty mind little girl."

I came out of the shower to see Kevin sitting on my couch wearing just a towel.

Well. That's different.

Oh little voice in my head. How nice to hear form you again.

Oh Róisín, don't act like you haven't missed me.

Yes. I have a little voice in my head. The only person, er thing, that calls me by my real name. I'm under the impression it's not my conscience since it hardly ever tells me to do the right thing. I try not to listen to it. Usually the little voice only appears in dating situations.

This is Kevin. Not a date.

Uh huh. I see a good-looking guy sitting on your couch dressed only in a towel. Do with that what you will.

I let out a little sigh and Kevin looked up at me. He had light blue eyes that gave him a permanent trustful look. "Something wrong?"

"Nope, just a little voice in my head."

He smiled. "Did it tell you something interesting?"

"Not really." I sat down next to him noticing his questioning look. "I'm too lazy to put on clothes right now. Plus I wouldn't want you feeling out of place."

We were eating a bowel of serial and watching The Last King of Scotland.

I smiled. "James McAvoy is possibly one of the most attractive men on the planet."

Kevin had the spoon halfway to his mouth and looked at me. "Uh, right…"

I laughed. "It's the accent. Something about the Scottish..." I watched him shift uncomfortably. "Well it's fun watching you squirm."

"Sorry I'm not used to hearing you talk about guys like that."

I took his bowl and headed to the kitchen. "Sorry to make you uncomfortable."

He followed me into the kitchen. "No my fault. So what's with the hair down?"

I looked over my shoulder at him. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "It's just I never see you with your hair down that much anymore. Unless you come back from a date, even then it's up in a clip right after."

I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms. "If I knew you were going to poke fun at my appearance…"

"I'm not. I think you look beautiful. I was wondering why you don't leave it down more often."

Okay. Awkward conversation. "I don't know I guess, just to show off the tat." On the base of my neck there was a dark shaded rose with the words Róisín Dubh hovering around the stem. Róisín Dubh was the name of an old Gaelic song and where my mother had gotten my name.

Kevin moved closer pushing my hair back and running a finger down my neck. "That's true."

I felt goosebumbs all over my body. I had this thing about my neck. Some girls had a thing about their thigh that drove them wild. The sensation from my neck made me freeze. He leaned in closer and…

BZZZT.

Oh, bless the laundry. I pushed myself to the side grabbing the clothes from the dryer. I didn't say anything but I looked over the island in the kitchen to see Kevin leaning forward against the counter, arms tense, and eyes closed.

Where the hell had that come from?

We sat around the bar later in the afternoon. Things were fine and I was helping Jenny set up food. Ah, yes a funeral in a bar. The old fashion way to go out. Jenny really was my best friend growing up. Although I will admit, she was closer to the boys than I was. There was a third person in the non-Donnelly clan…

"Well hello the two most beautiful girls in the neighborhood."

…oh yeah. Joey Ice Cream. Joey Ice Cream was the smaller kid you hung out with to protect from the older kids. He told people he got his nickname from being 'like ice' under pressure. Truthfully, he got it from stealing a 5-gallon tub of ice cream from Jimmy, who stole it from the corner store.

I flipped him off without looking up. "Joey, make yourself useful and help with the food."

Jenny nodded. "Go ahead and relax Rose, I've got the rest of this."

I gave her a little salute. "Whatever you say boss."

I walked over to the bar grabbing a beer from Jimmy. He nodded over my head. "Tommy and Kevin are discussion the new debt."

I sat on the bar stool watching. "How much did Kevin tell him it was for?"

"Really Kevin, two thousand?" Tommy was shaking his head.

I snorted in my beer causing both to look at me. "Sorry."

Kevin cut me off with his eyes turning back to his brother. Tommy said a few more things than walked over to Sean who was with a new girl.

I moved to sit across from Kevin grinning. "Two thousand?"

He glared at me over his pint. "Shut up."

Tommy turned back to us. "Oh! Three thousand? Kevin, three thousand dollars?"

Kevin just shrugged innocent eyes back on.

We sat in silence for a bit, until I broke. "Um so what was with this morning?"

Kevin opened his mouth but I heard Tommy's voice. "Four thousand? Jesus Christ Kevin, I'm going to kill you!"

I dropped my head laughing. "Oh you poor poor boy. No one even knows how much you really owe."

Kevin leaned forward clapping a hand over my mouth. "You think you're funny. Well-"

I moved his hand nodding to the bar. "Uh Kevin…"

Jimmy had just punched some poor slob in the face and hopped over the bar.

"Jesus Jimmy." He jumped up going the fray. I grabbed his beer and mine and headed to where Jenny was standing. I handed her my beer and took Kevin's. "Cheers."

"Hey darlin'."

My head snapped up. "Nice of you two leave us Kevin."

It was around seven and I had stayed behind to man the bar. Jimmy had called me from his cell phone and put me in charge. Oh yeah, every cent I made I was keeping.

Kevin looked around noticing the empty bar. "No one's here."

I threw the rag to the end of the bar leaned over the corner to where he was sitting on a stool. "That would be because I am amazing at tending bars. What do you want?"

"Pint please."

I rolled my eyes taking his order and lifting myself over the bar to sit next to him. "So, how was the car ride?"

Kevin glared. "After you got off the phone with Tommy he chased me down three blocks. You had to tell him how much I really owed."

"Hey I only told him you owed five grand." I jabbed him in the chest. "That's beside the point though. You left Jenny and I at the bar! You could have warned us you were leaving. Even she had to leave me to go to the restaurant."

He shot down the rest of the beer and slid off the stool. "Sorry it's just the way things work out."

"Sure. Well I'm going to head home now unless you plan on reopening tonight." I rolled my eyes and headed for the door then stopped when I came to the jukebox and spun around. "Wait a second. You never answered my question from before."

Kevin tilted his head playing with the buttons on the jukebox. "What question?"

I slapped his hand away from the buttons forcing him to look at me. "About this morning."

Kevin smiled rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. "Oh yeah about that. I was planning on doing this." With that, he grabbed me to him crashing his lips against mine. His hands were at my hips pulling me so close we were almost joined. My back was arched against the jukebox. My fingers curled around the collar of his shirt. I don't know where this had come from but I wasn't complaining. It was suddenly apparent Sean was not the only Casanova of the family. I mean each had always been attractive, but I had never seen one go out of their way to get a girl. Usually they waited for one to fall into their lap.

Kevin slowly moved his lips from mine, but remained intimately close. His voice was soft with a slight horse shade to it. "That was what this morning was all about."

I let out a little breath. "Oh."

He sucked on his bottom lip and took his hands from mine slowly uncurling my fingers from his shirt. "You should get home."

I nodded. "Yeah."

In the car, I slammed my head against the steering wheel a few times.

Haha. I was right and you were wrong.

Shut the ever-loving fuck up Voice.

Whatever you say Róisín.

I dragged myself down to the bar during lunch. I saw Sean sitting a car with some girl and Joey walking out of the front door.

He stopped me. "Uh, you don't want to go in there right now."

I looked at him. "Spill it Joey."

"They have Louie Downtown in the basement."

"WHAT!" My breath caught. "Does Tommy know?"

Joey looked behind him. "He just walked in. Which is why I would not go in there right now."

I gave him a look. Go home Joey." I walked past him into the bar listening to Tommy yelling at Kevin downstairs. I grabbed a bottle from behind the counter and hopped on top winging my legs and taking a swing. Root beer, all right then.

Tommy ran up the stairs followed by Kevin. Both regarded me with a quick look before Tommy flipped up the partition and rummaged through the draw.

"I'm going to cut him loose Kevin."

Kevin pulled Tommy back. "Tommy. I love you but I'd rather fight you than Jimmy. He's banged out of his head."

Tommy slammed his fist on the counter and walked out the door.

Kevin ran his hands through his hair and looked at me. "Hi." He laid his hands on either side of me and leaned in for a quick kiss. He leaned back and licked his lips. "Root beer?"

I laughed. "That was what was behind the counter."

He sighed and headed down the stairs.

"Shit!" Kevin appeared at the top of the stairs and pulled me behind him. When we were outside he pointed to Sean and the girl who were lip locked. "O! Sean, watch the bar."

Kevin and I ran down the block to the corner store where we met up with Tommy and Jimmy. "Uh Tommy did you leave the door unlocked. I went to get a beer and he was just gone."

Jimmy and Tommy moved past me. Kevin grabbed my hand. "Go back to work. I'll see you later, right?"

I nodded.

He went to walk away and turned back around. "Wait, you know what we're talking about?"

I nodded.

Kevin shook his head. "Fucking Joey."

It was later that night and I didn't go back to the bar. I got off work late and needed to go get my dry cleaning. I worked at my mother's bakery. This was how the day went. You grabbed food at the restaurant Jenny's dad owned, had deserted there or here; it didn't matter which we supplied the restaurant with desserts, then went off to the Firecracker Lounge for drinks.

From inside we heard a commotion and the sound of tires squealing away. A girl screamed and the woman behind the counter and we both flew out the door. What happened next was a blur. The woman called 911 and I ripped out my phone and called the bar.

"Hello?"

"Kev, get to the cleaners. It's Sean. Oh shit it's Sean. You need to get down here right down." I was stuttering holding one of Sean's hands while the girl he was with cradled his head in her lap. I lowered my voice. "Kev, they came and found him. You and Tommy need to get here right now."

"We're coming now." He hung up with a slight panic in his voice.

I stroked the girl's hair trying to get her to stop crying. "It's going to be okay. His brothers are coming. I promise it's going to be okay."

I was curled in a hospital chair. I groaned as someone moved my head and I looked up to see Kevin. He folded his arm around my shoulder letting me rest my head again. Mrs. Donnelly had fallen sleep a little while before, Joey was playing solitaire and Tommy had gone for a walk through the halls.

I moved my head to look up at Kevin. "You okay?"

His jaw loosened slightly as he looked down at me. "Just worried. You want to go for a walk?"

I sat up nodding. "Sure." I stood up and stretched. Following Kevin out of the room.

We walked through the halls, hands stuffed in our pockets. We ended up in the cafeteria to get some coffee. We ordered grabbed our coffee and made our way back. We met Tommy and Huey Farrell along the way.

Huey was the head of the Irish in town. The Italians had Sal and we had Huey. Huey was a bit of a pain in the ass and found it funny we shared the same last name. We weren't related. My parents had moved here from Boston when I was six and we never looked back.

Huey gave his sympathy and wishes to Kevin and nodded to me. Kevin shot Tommy a look over Huey's back but Tommy just shook his head.

Kevin took my hand as we headed back to the waiting room without saying a word. I didn't know where this was going, but I wasn't going to fight it right now.

We were sitting in the waiting room when I noticed Kevin and Tommy heading to the elevator doors. Jenny must have seen my line of vision because she looked up and walked out. That wasn't a good thing. I followed her as she stepped between the elevator doors. "Tommy get inside."

They were having a brief argument in which I slid past her to stand by Kevin.

"I have the stuff in my car."

He looked down at me. "What stuff?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You think I didn't notice the gun in the back of Tommy's pants."

The doors shut and Tommy turned to me. "Thank you for not saying that too loudly or Jenny would have thrown herself in here and beaten me to death." He looked at me in a way I had never seen before. He was all business and serious. "You have things we can use? We're going to need them."

I nodded. "Just let me see the gun you've got and I'll tell you if I have anything."

He flashed me the gun briefly and I nodded. "Anything for you guys."

Kevin squeezed my hand and kissed the top of my head. "Get home, right?"

I nodded looking into his eyes. "I promise."

Tommy looked between the two of us. "Did I miss something?"

The elevator doors opened and we walked into the hospital parking lot and to my car.

Tommy leaned against the car looking at his brother. "Well did I miss something?"

I handed Tommy two clips. The ammunition in my trunk is left over from my Cousin Patrick's last visit down to New York. Patrick sold stolen weapons to mob affiliates in New York, Boston, and Jersey. Occasionally he left things behind and usually in the back of my trunk. Since I am a sweetheart, no one ever thought to check me fore weapons.

I closed the trunk and saw Kevin shrug. "You didn't miss anything."

I mentally frowned and walked to the driver's side opening the door and rolling down the window to speak to the brothers. "Call me if you need anything." I looked between both of them. "I mean anything."

Without another word or glance at Kevin, I drove home.

"You didn't miss anything."

Interesting.

A/N:

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