A/N: I'm usually a one man one woman type of writer but I really cannot choose between the brothers! So I'm gonna choose both! Also, this story has a lot of smut! Warned in advance!
I live with my mother, father and older brother. Normal right? Nope, you are wrong. My family is different from others, and not in a good way. My father is the head of the Scottish Mafia group in Boston. We moved to Boston when I was 13 to expand my fathers 'Empire'. I hate it. My father's work is the worst! Hurting innocent people for money and power and my brother is happily right behind him as his heir. My mother is just happy to be living the life of luxury. As for me, I have tried to run away from home, countless times, but my father's network is vast and I am brought back every time and locked in my childish pink room for weeks. I'm a 22 year old woman with a degree and I'm forced to live in my family manor in a pink princess palace room, it's kind of sickening but it's my father's way of keeping me a child in his mind. That is until he marries me off to some other mafia related dude. Which I would rather put a gun in my mouth than go through with. Though this story is not about my upbringing. This story is about how I met two brothers who become known as the Saints and how they saved me from a life of guaranteed sin.
I dress in one of the only outfits I own that I actually bought myself. It's a black, leather, mini skirt and a white sleeveless, low cut, silk shirt. I tuck the shirt into the skirt. I slide on a pair of glittery, silver heels and put on my black, leather jacket. I fluff my long, curly black hair and put on make-up. I use only eye-liner and mascara on my eyes to make my odd coloured eyes pop. They're what my Welsh friend calls 'Scottish eyes' they are a bit of green, blue, brown and a little bit of yellow around the pupil. I apply red lipstick, grab my silver shoulder bag and sneak out the house. I jump the perimeter fence and head to the Irish part of town, it's the closest to home I can get. I miss Scotland, there I could go wherever I wanted, here I am watched like a damn hawk and only allowed out the house with an escort. Not tonight. I wanna meet some Irish and get a lot pissed.
I look up at the first bar I come across "McGinty's, as good as any I suppose"
I walk in and almost melt when I hear an accent that is not American. The bar only has a handful of men in it that all look up as I enter.
"What c…c…can I g…g…get you, lass?" The bartender stutters
"Anythin' that ain't American, pal" I tell him and sit at the bar.
The man laughs "No p..problem, lass" He stares at me curiously a moment "How old are ya?"
"I'm 22" I reply, already pulling out my I.D. I'm used to this.
"Put it away lass, just makin' sure" The bartender says with a smile
I grin and put my I.D. back in my bag.
A shadow comes over me and I look up and make eye-contact with a pair of baby blues, I scan his face and he is one handsome guy. Tanned skin, dark blonde hair, a small amount of stubble and a smile I'm sure has broken a good few hearts "Can I help ye?"
"Scottish, right?" The man asks with a strong Irish accent.
I close my eyes and smile "Go and speak again for me"
A hear a laugh and another Irish accent joins this guy "And why would ya want to hear him speak?" This voice is lower and rougher, I love it.
My eyes ping open and I turn to look at the man who has appeared to my right. This guy is even more handsome! Same baby blue eyes, darker, shorter hair and that little mole on the side of his mouth and the scruff on his chin just adds to his handsomeness.
I smile at him "I just need to hear a British accent, well a British accent that's no English"
The two boys laugh and I reach into my bag as the bartender places a pint in front of me "There ya go, lass… fuck! Ass! a S…Scottish Brew fer ye"
"Oh, you my dear sir are a saint!" I say with a grin and offer him a note.
The guy on my left grabs my arm "No, darlin' I'll get you this"
I take my money back with a grin "Aw, cheers, pal. I'm Catriona, don't call me Cat, 'cause I ain't a cat. You?"
The guy who bought my drink grins "Catriona, I like it. I'm Connor, this is ma twin brother, Murphy"
"Connor and Murphy, I love it! Could ye get any more Irish?" I say excitedly and spill a little bit of beer down my shirt "Oops"
Murphy laughs and leans against the bar to look at my face "Scottish girl huh?"
"Born and bred" I reply and take a drink.
"Why are ya in Boston?" Murphy asks
I frown "My da, brought us over when I was a teenager"
"Why?" Connor asks
I shake my head "I'd rather not say" I say quietly.
"Why not?" Murphy asks
"Cause you won't talk to me anymore" I reply with a smile
"Nah, come on, lass. We promise we won' walk away" Murphy says with a grin
I down the rest of my pint quickly and place it on the bar "Another please, pal"
The Bartender looks surprised "c…c…call me Doc"
I grin "Nae bother, Doc"
"Here's a deal fer ya, Catriona" Murphy says with a heavy roll on the r.
"What would tha' be?" I ask with a smirk
"We'll buy yer drinks fer the rest of the night, if you tell us what is so bad about yer da" He says
"You're gonna have to get me pretty wasted to reveal that to you, pal, and it is very hard to get me drunk" I tell him
Murphy and Connor exchange a grin. "Doc, give us shots over here!"