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So all votes so far say that Tasha is staying. But what do you have to say? Does Tasha stay or does she go?

Chapter Ten

Guns and Kisses

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

I shut my eyes tightly. God what a bad fucking day. I felt tears forming in my eyes. The gun was pressed against my temple. It was just grinding into my skull. I shuddered when I heard the person chuckle at me. I wanted to do something. But nothing was coming to mind. Not any brilliant thing that you always see on television. I couldn't do anything but sit there with a gun to my head.

Slowly the person moved so they sat behind me. An arm moved around my neck to pull me back against him. "You shouldn't be goin' out alone."

I let out a sigh of relief as Murphy lowered the gun from my head. I turned and smacked him in the face. He laughed at me. "You fucking prick!" I grumbled at him. "I can't believe you! I thought you were passed out!"

"I was." He told me with a pause. "Five hours ago. Da woke me up said you got pissed off at 'im and left."

I nodded with a sigh. "He really doesn't like me does he?"

He shrugged then shook his head. "Not really. But I do."

I smiled letting my head fall to the side to rest on his shoulder. "And Conner?"

He smirked. "Of course. Who couldn't like you dammit?" He stepped in before I could say anything. "Except Da."

"Of course." I told him with a smirk looking up at him. "That wasn't nice."

He smirked at me. "I thought it was fuckin' hilarious."

"Holding a gun to my head is 'fuckin' hilarious'?" I questioned as he leaned down closer to my face.

He nodded. I bent back as he leaned forward. He chuckled at me. "What are you doing?"

I lay back on the couch. I shrugged quietly with a smirk. "Just being me." He moved so he hovered over me. A devilish smile on his face, he moved to kiss me but I stopped him. "Murph. Don't worry about me." He looked down at me, his smiled faded. "I can take care of myself."

"I just care about you.." He told me softly.

I smiled brightly. "I know. I don't want your attitude to be different. I don't want it to fuck up the job."

He nodded. "Natasha.." He stared at me and I glanced up. His hand moved to my cheek bringing me closer to him. Without another word he pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him down on me. God his lips felt so good against mine.

The kiss was long, his arms wrapped tightly around my body, to pull me into his warmth. His tongue parted my lips. I opened my mouth wide, letting him explore my body. My hands ran over his back, pulling his coat off of him without a second thought. It fell carelessly to the floor. I pushed myself onto my elbows; he wasn't willing to let me take control.

He arched against me so he had enough weight against my body, preventing me from having any real advantage with him. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, holding tightly with one hand he let the other have free range of my body.

I shook my head. "No.."

He stopped. His look was nothing short of startled and shocked. "What?" His breathing was heavy and labored. "Did I do somethin-"

I shook my head again. "No..no..I'm sorry Murph.." I kissed his cheek. "I haven't gotten that much sleep at all today. I need some rest.."

He looked at me as if I was lying. As if I was trying not to let this happen. Bull shit. I wanted this to happen but it was at least seven or eight in the morning. Early enough to be light enough outside.

"I'm not lying Murphy." I told him, his grip becoming looser. "I want this.. just when I'm not about ready to pass out."

He scoffed, getting off me. "Fine then."

I sat up grabbing his forearm. "You haven't gotten my a lot of sleep either." He stared at me as I moved to straddle him. His hand traveled up my back to get tangled in my short-cropped hair. I covered my mouth over his, my nails digging into his shoulders. I pulled away; our lips were still so close. Just a brush away. Enough where I could still taste the cigarette on his breath.

He nodded. Obviously he was not too mad at me if he would stay. Without another word, I stepped off of him, my hand holding his to pull him towards my bedroom. The bed was surprisingly intact for the most part. The bed was a little out of place but I didn't care. I fell comfortable on it. I took off my shirt and pants to curl up under the sheets. Murphy did the same, removing his clothes to get some rest as well.

He moved closer to me. His arm wrapped around my waist while he rest on the other one. I stared up at him. My eyes growing heavy. God I was so tired. I felt his lips touch my forehead as I drifted off into a quiet but deep sleep.

I woke up first. Murphy was so peaceful when he slept. Still as anyone could be. He didn't toss when he slept. That was kind of nice. Not to loud when he snored. It was nice. I had slept with guys in the actually sleeping for rest and some were loud and kicked like none other! I looked at his watch that rested on the stand. Twelve thirty-seven in the afternoon. I sat up, the sheets falling down to my waist where I sat up.

Murphy stirred beside me, I shrugged him off though and got out of bed. Moving quietly into the living room I just shook my head at the sight of the disaster that I was my apartment. I walked over to the kitchen; opening the door I got some Mountain Dew from the shelf. I couldn't stand coffee but I needed caffeine when I woke up.

The phone began to ring. I thought it was my brothers making sure I was all right and checking in with me. I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Byl on horoshij?" A Russian voice came on with a sinister chuckle.

I understood him completely but tried to play dumb. "Hello? Who is this?"

Another man came on the phone. "Sappiamo che è là."

My heart skipped a beat. "I'm sorry I can't understand you."

"So che potete voi femmina scopante!" The man screamed at me in Italian. "Lo desidero morti ed il suo fratello. Se ottenete nel senso del mio

obiettivo allora sarete guasti anche."

"Well I guess you'll have to kill me then." I told him with a growl. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Buon allora." He told me with a sinister laugh. "Li desidero prima che li uccida. Desidero a vaffunculo. In quelle mutandine lacey rosse piacevoli."

Without another word I hung up the phone and looked to the window. It was closed along with the curtains. I moved quickly back into the bedroom. The curtains were wide open. I shook my head quickly walking over to shut it. Murphy stirred at the sudden sound. He looked over at me as I walked back towards the living room.

"What's wrong?" He questioned while I walked out.

I ignored him walking over to the door to make sure I was it was locked. Then again it was broken so I just pushed a chair underneath the doorknob. I walked back into the bedroom, Murph was sitting on the edge of them bed. He looked tired, a cigarette half hanging out of his mouth.

"What happened?" He questioned as I stepped in front of him. He stared at my chest for a moment before looking up at me. "Tasha?"

I shook my head sitting down on his lap. "Just my brothers." I lied trying to block the threats from my mind Ignoring that they were closer than I wanted them to be at all\. "They're fine."

He looked at me with an all-knowing eye.

I looked at him confused. "I'm sitting on you fuckin' half naked and you're just staring at me?"

He set the cigarette aside, his arms moving instinctively around my waist. He smiled pressing his lips against my shoulders. "You had plans for me?"

"No." I told him with such sternness it made him stare at me in shock. Then a changed to a happier tone. "For Conner on the other hand." He shook his head flipping me over so he hovered over me. I was laughing hardily to myself and he shook his head down at me. "What? Didn't want to hear the rest?"

"Not really no." He told me with a growl. It wasn't a mean growl though a happy one. He pressed his lips to mine roughly before pulling away. "God you're fuckin' annoyin'.."

I smirked up at him. "I know, it's part of what makes me cute."

A:N: Thanks to everyone : IrishSaints, babyhilts, azzi, wolfchick11, Jade Opal, smite the mighty, Threnody Shepherd, penscratch, icydragon14, and I Fancy Hugh Dancy; for their great reviews! I love them and you know it!

Poll is so far that she stays but it's up to you! Does Natasha stay or get gone?

Translations:

Was he good - Russian - Byl on horoshij

We know he's there – Italian - Sappiamo che è là

I know you can you fucking bitch – Italian - So che potete voi femmina scopante

I want him dead and his brother. If you get in the way of my goal then you'll be dead too – Italian - Lo desidero morti ed il suo fratello. Se ottenete nel senso del mio obiettivo allora sarete guasti anche.

Good then – Italian - Buon allora

I want you before I kill you. I want to fuck you. In those nice red lacey panties - Italian - Li desidero prima che li uccida. Desidero a vaffunculo. In quelle

mutandine lacey rosse piacevoli