Chiara opened her eyes the next morning to see a mess of brown hair. As her eyes adjusted she remembered where she was at and whom she was with and what had happened the day before. She closed her eyes and willed everything to go away. She let out a small whimper and felt an arm tighten around her. She tried to sit up but the arm tightened again and kept her pressed to the mattress and the body that belonged to the hair.
Connor sat up in his bed and looked around the loft. Romeo was still passed out in bed. He let his eyes drift off to Murphy's mattress. He saw Murphy lying on the mattress with his arms wrapped around Chiara. Chiara tried to move and Murphy pulled her closer. Conner chuckled and threw a sock at his brother's head.
Murphy sat up and threw the sock back at Connor. Connor laughed as Chiara lay there laughing. Murphy turned back to look at her.
"Tha's not funny," said Murphy.
"It is and you know it," said Chiara.
"T suas. Níl sé greannmhar!," said Murphy. (Shut up. It's not funny!)
"What was that?" asked Chiara sitting up in the bed.
"Irish," said Murphy.
"How many languages do you two speak?" asked Chiara.
"Enough," said Connor.
"I know you speak Italian, and now Irish. Obviously Spanish," said Chiara. "Can you teach me some?"
"If we," started Murphy.
"What?" said Connor.
"If I have time," said Murphy.
Chiara nodded her head and laid back on the bed. Connor got up and showered. Chiara turned away from the showers while Connor showered and again when Romeo showered.
"We will be back later. Watch her," said Connor walking out the door.
Murphy shook his head and grabbed a cigarette and lit it. Chiara sat up in the bed and watched Murphy. She stood up and walked over to the table. She sat down on grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started to write something down.
"What does this say?" asked Chiara sliding the paper over to Murphy.
Murphy looked down at the paper and what she wrote, Is tú mo ghrá, mo leanbh.~ Máthair
"It says 'I love you, my baby. ~ Mother'," said Murphy. "It's Irish."
Chiara nodded her head as a tear rolled down her face. Murphy looked up and saw her as she wiped it away.
"Where did you find this?" asked Murphy.
"It was written on a journal I found in my moth-, um, in Gabriela's closet," said Chiara.
"What else was in there?" asked Murphy
"I don't know, it was all written like this," said Chiara motioning to the paper.
"All this is in Irish. Your birth certificate has Ciara as your birth name. Ciara is an old Irish name," said Murphy.
"Kira?" asked Chiara.
"Ciara. It's spelled C-i-a-r-a," said Murphy. "It's pronounced like Kira."
"Oh," said Chiara. "I guess that is why they changed it to Chiara from Ciara."
"Yeah, probably," said Murphy. "Well, I'm going to shower. You might want to, as well. I've got a bad feeling about Connor and Romeo."
Chiara nodded as Murphy stood up and walked over to the wall of showers. She watched him pull his shirt over his head and toss it on his bed. She watched and he unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans off and kicked them off towards the bed as well. She decided she had better leave when he started to pull his boxers off.
"I'll be outside," said Chiara.
"Oh, no ya don't," said Murphy turning to run after her. "You're ass is staying in this loft. You can't be running around by yourself."
"I was going to sit in the hallway while you showered," said Chiara. "You know, privacy."
"I don't need privacy. What I need is for you to sit your ass down on the couch," said Murphy.
Chiara shook her head and reached for the door. Murphy grabbed her hand and pulled away from the door and towards the showers. Chiara started to pull away when Murphy pushed her under the showerhead.
"AH!" shouted Chiara. "What the hell! Lasciami andare, stronzo!" (Let me go, asshole)
"Hai intenzione di rimanere, allora?" asked Murphy. (Are you going to stay then?)
"No, io non sono! Sto seduto all'esterno del locale! Lascia andare!" shouted Chiara. "AHHHHHHHH!" (No, I'm not! I'm sitting outside the room! Let go)
Murphy cringed as she yelled. Murphy leaned forward and captured Chiara's lips in a kiss. Chiara didn't push him away so he stepped closed, press his body against hers. He let go of her wrist and placed his hands on her hips and slowly pressed her body against the wall. They traveled up her torso to cup her breasts. Chiara's breath hitched in her throat. She brought her hands up to Murphy's chest and started to push him back.
"Murphy," said Chiara. "I..uh.."
"Are you…a?" asked Murphy.
"No, but I don't think now is…" started Chiara.
Murphy captured her lips in another kiss and started to pull her shirt up over her head. They broke apart long enough to pull it off. Murphy kissed her again as his hands went south towards her jeans. Neither one of them heard to door open or see Connor and Romeo walk in.
"Well, sorry we interrupted," said Connor.
Murphy turned around, slightly blocking Chiara.
"Oh, no. Continue, we can go," said Connor smirking at his brother.
"No, that's fine. We, uh, we were, uh," said Chiara fishing for an excuse.
"Right. I understand," winked Connor.
"Pendejo," said Chiara going to grab her shirt. "Mierda." (Shit.)
"Stupid? Really?" said Connor.
"What's wrong?" asked Murphy.
"My only shirt is wet, that's what's wrong. And it's your fault," said Chiara.
"Sorry," mumbled Murphy. "Here is one of Connor's."
"Gee, thanks," said Chiara as she pulled she shirt on.
Chiara kept mumbling something about he jeans as she walked across the loft. There was a knock at the door. All four of them looked up. Romeo was closest to the door. He walked over and grabbed his gun. He turned the knob and cracked the door open.
"You gonna stand there with a gun or you going to let me in," said Agent Bloom.
Romeo stepped back and let Eunice into the loft. He closed the door behind her and locked it. Eunice looked over the loft with her eyes landing on Chiara, who was sitting at the table.
"What happened to you?" asked Eunice.
"I'm being held hostage, what do you think happened?" said Chiara.
"Right, well it's a good thing I'm here," said Eunice pointing to the bag in her hand. "Clean clothes."
"Thank you," said Chiara eyeing the bag. "It's not that I'm not grateful for this, but I would really like to wear my own clothes."
"Well, um," said Eunice watching the brothers.
"We can help with that," said Connor.
"How?" asked Chiara.
"Yeah, how?" asked Eunice.
"We need a way into the house, and she is that way. While we do what we need to, she can go find her clothes," said Connor. "We've gone over every other option aside from killing everyone."
"He's got a point," said Chiara.
"I doubt that. She isn't going," said Eunice.
"So you are aiding in kidnapping, then?" asked Chiara.
"No, surprisingly you are safer with them," said Eunice. "Now I have a meeting with the Chief in twenty minutes. She doesn't go anywhere. Understood?"
All three men nodded their head as she walked out. Connor turned to Murphy and smiled. Murphy shook his head but pulled on his shirt and grabbed the guns. Chiara hid the smile that was growing on her face as they got ready.
