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Chapter Twelve: Pancakes
I felt Murphy's warm breath on my neck as I started to wake. I relaxed into their warmth. I didn't want to be anywhere else. I listened to Connor's heartbeat and felt Murphy's body pressed against me.
In his sleep, Murphy had pulled my shirt up over my hips and his hands clasped my bare stomach. I ran my hand down Connor's chest and rested it just above the waistband of his shorts. I felt him stir at my touch.
"Katie," I heard Connor whisper, "Ya want to go to mass with us?"
I opened my eyes slightly and looked at the clock, "It's early."
"Aye, it is," he said, "we have ta go early. We promised Ma we'd go."
"Ok," I responded, "I haven't practiced in a long time, but I'd love to go with you." Connor struggled to get up. "Do you need help?"
"I'll be fine," he said. I didn't believe him so I stood up beside him. I sat him back down on the edge of the bed.
"Let me help you ok?" I said. I pulled the bandage off his leg and examined the wound. "It doesn't look infected. Let's get you cleaned up." I helped him up and walked with him to the bathroom. I set him down on the toilet seat. Then turned the shower water on. "Should be warm enough. Let me know if you need any help." I started to open the door.
He looked at me and smiled, "I need your help getting in." I helped him stand and lowered his boxers to the ground. He stepped out of them. I opened the shower curtain and he climbed in. I grabbed my arm and pulled me in after him.
"Really?" I said, looking down at my wet shirt. I pulled off my soaked clothes and tossed them on the bathroom floor. "Looks like you're standing a little better."
"I need ya help washing, Katie," he smiled and handed me soap.
"If I help I don't know how clean you'll get," I smiled and soaped up my hands. I set the bar down and started rubbing the suds on his chest then down his stomach. I saw him respond to my closeness. I smiled and walked around and started soaping up his back and shoulders. I gripped his ass and started soaping up his legs. I lightly touched his injury and he turned to face me. "Did it hurt?" He shook his head and moved my hand. I looked up into his eyes and started to stroke him. I circled the head with my thumb then continued stroking him slowly. His topaz eyes grew dark with lust and he tried to lift me up. He moaned in pain when his leg gave way beneath him. I caught myself on the shower curtain and toppled over onto the floor. Bringing curtain rod down with me.
The crash woke Murphy and he came running into the bathroom.
"What the fuck happened in here?" he shouted. Connor was standing gripping his leg in pain and I was laid out on my back on the bathroom floor. I started to laugh. Murphy grabbed a towel and helped me up before he started laughing too. I tucked the towel around me and grabbed Connor's hand. I guided him over the edge of the tub and sat him back down on the toilet seat. I handed him a towel.
"Are you ok?" I said between laughs.
"It fucking hurts," he said.
"I'm sorry," I kissed him on his head. "You were trying to do too much, there Clint Eastwood."
"Aye, I guess I was," he looked at me, "Are ya ok, Katie?"
"Other than my injured pride I'm ok," I said. I grabbed a tube of antibiotic ointment from the medicine cabinet and handed it to him. "I think we'll all be safer if you put that on yourself." I followed Murphy back into my room.
"Are ya ok?" Murphy chuckled.
"I'm fine. Let me see your arm though," I said. I gently removed the bandage and examined the wound. "It looks to be healing ok."
"Aye, Katie," he said, "ya take good care of us." He started to scoop me up in his arms. I pushed him away.
"I'd cry if you dropped me so stop," I said. "You'll have to use the other bathroom. I broke the shower in there." He laughed and grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the other room. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a top.
"Connor?" I tapped at my bathroom door, "Are you ok?" He didn't say anything so I opened the door.
"I'm sorry, Katie," he said.
"Hey," I raised his eyes to meet mine, "I'm ok. Just no more freaky sex stuff until you're better." He smiled at that.
"Ok, Katie," he said mock disappointed. He stood up, walked lightly on his injured leg, and kissed the top of my head.
"Let's get you dressed," I said and helped him onto my bed. I handed him his clothes and helped him dress. I ran my fingers through his sandy brown hair. "Beautiful." I smiled.
Rocco reluctantly drove us to the church. Connor held the door open and took my hand helping me out of the car.
"Hey Murph," I heard Rocco say, "This early morning church shit's got to go."
"We have to go in the morning," Murphy said, "We're on the lam now, ya know." He took my hand. I walked into the church my armed linked in Connor's and holding Murphy's hand. I took a knee next to them as they began to pray. I closed my eyes and asked God to watch over my boys, the Saints.
I heard the door to the church open and close. I saw Rocco push the priest at gun point into the confessional.
"Connor," I whispered and pointed. He quickly followed into another confessional. After a few moments, I watched Smecker stumble out of the first confessional booth. Murphy pulled me to the front of the church. I followed Connor out the side entrance.
"What the fuck was that, Rocco? Pulling a gun on a priest," I said.
"The Lord works in mysterious ways," he answered.
I caught Connor by the hand, "Are you ok?"
"Aye, Katie," he said, "We will be."
"Explain," I stated.
"I think I still owe ya breakfast," he responded.
We sat down in the back booth of a secluded diner. Murphy pulled me in the seat next to him. Connor and Rocco sat across from us. I sat and waited for Connor to explain.
"So what did he say?" I asked.
"Smecker thinks that what we do is necessary. And he wants to help," Connor replied.
"Ok," I said. "There's more you're not telling me." Connor and Murphy had another silent conversation. "Stop with the freaky twin shit and tell me."
"We're hitting Papa Joe tonight," Murphy said.
"Then we need to move on," Connor added.
"Wait," I felt my eyes well up with tears, "You're leaving Boston?"
"Aye, Katie we have to," Murphy stated.
"It's getting too much for us here," Connor said.
"Ok," I said, "When are you leaving?"
"After we know Papa Joe is dead," Connor answered. I closed my eyes and pushed Murphy out of my way. I hit his injured arm and he cried out. I got up and started for the door. Connor rushed after me and pulled me into his chest. I let the tears flow.
"I just found you," I sobbed, "I don't want to lose you again."
Connor lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. He wiped the tears away.
"We want ya to come with us," he said then kissed me softly on the lips.
"Will ya come with us, Katie," Murphy said from behind me.
"Yes, I'll go with you," I smiled.
"Come on there, Katie, you're pancakes are getting cold," Connor led me back to the table and we sat down.
