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I'm just a poor girl, nobody loves me…

I groaned feeling a tongue licking my face. "Kevin that's just gross."

I opened my eyes at the sound of whimpering to see Sweetie moving back. That made more sense. "What's wrong girl?"

Sweetie jumped off the bed and danced near the phone. I though she needed to go out but then the phone rang. I stared at her for a few beats before going to pick up the phone. I had a psychic dog, why was this not surprising me at the moment? "Hello?"

"Rosie, can you by any chance come to the diner today. I…I really need you."

"Jenny, what's wrong?"

I heard her take a shaky breath. "Samson showed up last night. He scared me Rosie. I'm afraid to be at the diner. This isn't good. I'm never scared. He's just, he's getting obsessed with me. I'll tell you all about it when you get here."

I opened my drawers pulling out clothes. "Whatever you say. Uh, wait can I bring my dog?"

"…you got a dog?"

"I'll tell you about it when I get there."

I hung up the phone turning to Sweetie. "Well, I guess it's time for you to meet the rest of the family. Be nice to Jenny, she's been having a rough time lately."

I swear to god the dog smiled.

I am losing my mind.

I leaned against the bar Sweetie curled up between Jenny's feet and mine. "Okay. Well your story beats mine. So where's your dad?"

Jenny sighed picking at the fraying ends of a washcloth. "He went for a walk. He knows what's wrong now and…I just trust him to come back. It's not like the diner is new. He remembers he's had it for a while."

I nodded to Mrs. Greens and handed her a small box with a cake inside taking her money and wishing her a good afternoon. Before I got to Jenny's I put a sign at the bakery telling everyone they could find me at Riley's Diner. This meant I could keep Jenny company and still run the business. Amazing I know.

I handed Jenny a cookie and dropped ont to Sweetie. "Relax. I'm sure it'll pass over."

"You mean it?"

"No, I;m just stalling for time until we can think of a better plan. One that doesn't involve Tommy killing someone. Although Samson…"

"We're not killing anyone Rosie. What is this Tommy mumbled about over the phone about a body in your house?"

I winced. "Sure, Tommy apologizes and let slip I killed someone."

Jenny's eyes widened. "I thought Tommy was just trying to think of a way to apologize and starting rambling. Who did you kill?"

I shrugged. "No one you knew. Seriously it's no big deal. Like I told the boys, I was just tying up some loose ends."

"Rosie, I've never heard anyone being killed because of loose ends."

I sighed and looked around the diner. It had just emptied and it would still be a while before the lunch crowd came around. "Listen, if I tell you think you have to not freak out. Also, by telling you this you have to listen to me in future when I ask you to drop a subject okay?" Jenny nodded vigorously and I continued. "You know my cousin Patrick? Well he's the reason I always have the extra guns, amo and other toys. My family up in Boston? All of us are arms dealers. Nothing too big or fancy. Just the usual stuff. My dad moved up down here for two reasons. One, the family wanted to reach out to New York for trading. Two, well things were heating up for my dad back home. He got in a bit over his head in some things he shouldn't have dealt with. Long story short I stayed here keeping stock for Patrick. A few locals know where to find me because I'm the Farrell base in New York. Apparently someone forgot to tip us off there was an Italian setting up shop close to me, and he found me and tried scaring me. How it's not a lady's place to sell 'big bad guns' and that sort of thing."

Jenny smirked. "Oh I'm sure that went over well."

"Yeah well, my mouth does get the better of me. We exchanged some words and he pulled out two semi's and starting shooting at me. I mean that's just rude. Of course he should have known better than to show up at my place because I have home field advantage. Next time you're over I should show you my hiding spots. What matters is I'm alive and he's dead. Word on the street is the Italian arms dealers won't be bothering me anytime soon."

Jenny was quiet for a bit then looked confused. "Wait. How did no one in your building hear this?"

I wiped the counter. "Well I have silencers on the end of all my pistols in my house just incase something like that should happen. As for the Italian, well I guess he must have built a silencer, I've never hear of one for a semi before. I should ask Patrick about that…"

"Remind me to never upset you."

I laughed. "Yeah well at least it'd be quicker than stabbing you in the back."

"Thanks, that's really comforting."

Jenny took the bag from my hand. "I can take out the trash thanks."

"But I don't want to answer the call."

We both looked down at my phone. The screen was lit and read MA Calling.

Jenny patted my shoulder and walked away.

I sighed and picked up the phone. "Hi Ma."

"Oh, sweethat. You sound tired. I'm sorry I haven't been back. Listen…"

My lips twitched. Every time she visited family her accent would get a little thicker like how it used to be. Than again I couldn't say much because I still pronounced my o's a bit weird. Combine the Boston with whatever I had picked up from the neighborhood kids and no one would ever mistake me for being from anywhere besides the north east. "Ma, before you say anything I know. Pat came to see me the other day."

"What was Pat doing at your place? He said he had business-Róisín…what happened?"

"Nothing ma. Everything's fine there was just a loose end and it's all okay now. I swear."

I heard her sigh. "Did ya have ta go ta the hospital?"

"Ma, you know I'm a better shot than that."

"Did the other one?"

"Pat took care of him."

She was silent for a couple of beats and I could imagine her counting to ten, rubbing her St. Brigid cross. "I don't know why I worry about you. I know you're a big girl, but I don't wanna admit it ta myself. Take care. You know you can move back up here if somethin' happens."

"Yes, ma I know. Anything you want me to do about the shop?"

"Fa now you can keep it. We'll talk about it later."

"Oh and ma, I got a dog. Bye." I hung up before she could respond. Speaking of Sweetie. She was running in a circle point toward the back. "Okay, relx I'll let you out."

As I opened the door I heard voices and Sweetie growled low in her throat. I let my hand fall so she could see it but the growl didn't stop. Then I saw what she saw. Samson was stanidn in front Jenny staring at her in a way that made me want to shiver. Jenny had her arms crossed and I knew she was hiding shaking fists. I knew the look on her face. It wasn't a good thing.

I moved forward Sweetie following me step for step. She was still growling at Samson. I didn't blame her. "Jenny someone's looking for you inside."

She turned to me and ran inside without a second look.

Samson stared at me. "This doesn't have anything to do with you."

"Samson, get the fuck outta here before I send my dog after you. Incase you haven't noticed she doesn't like you very much."

He glanced down at Sweetie and I was pleased to see his eyes widen slightly. He looked back at me and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Fuck off, Farrell. This isn't your fight."

I rolled my eyes, backing away without giving him my back. "Nice use of alliteration moron."

He didn't say another word just walked away. I walked back inside, Sweetie bounding ahead of me, and Jenny went to thank me for coming then froze eyes on my hand.

I looked down. I had my stiletto in hand. When the hell had I pulled that out? Not good. If I was pulling weapons out without realizing it I was either becoming jaded someone would try to kill me, or just another Farrell.

"Joey…"

"Why am I scared of that tone of voice?"

I smiled to myself. My friendly voice always rose suspicion in the boys. "I'm calling out a favor."

He was silent for a moment. "Rosie, please tell me this does not involve a steak, killing someone, or being a distraction."

I thought about it for a moment. "Well none of the above exactly. Steak only if someone orders it from the diner." I looked to where Jenny was taking orders and lowered my voice. "We're having a little problem with Samson and I want more people around Jenny. You don't have to scare him off, that's why I'm here. I just want an extra body around. Tommy is to know nothing about this and Kevin is with Tommy getting papers or some shit. Sean is more of a distraction than anything. You, I know can handle this. Plus hey, it's the diner."

"Give me five minutes."

I turned my head up to see Tommy and Kevin walk in. Jenny was up in the little apartment where I sent her to calm down.

Mr. Riley walked in and nodded to Joey. "He can stay." He turned to me. "You, outta here. Go check on Jenny she said something about not feeling well. Take your mutt with you." He said the last part with a smile. Mr. Riley seemed to like Sweetie who licked his hand before trotting over to my side.

I frowned then nodded. As I walked away I shook my head over his shoulder at Tommy who gave me worried eyes. I winked at Kevin. "Your ma might call you soon, she called like two minutes ago looking for you and Tommy."

Kevin sighed as I waved goodbye and headed upstairs behind Sweetie. I opened the door to Jenny's room finding her cradling Sweetie's large head in her lap stroking her ears.

Jenny looked at me with a calm expression on her face. "I want anything you can give me."

I gave a sigh sitting next to her. "You know a pipe, a crowbar, or a shovel does the same amount of damage as a gun. It's just less messy. Well, usually."

"Rosie…"

"Jenny. Listen. Almost everything I have that I could give you is illegal. You kill Samson it's self defense, but you've got an illegal weapon. The only thing I have that's registered is my Browning. You want protection, I'll come with you and buy a gun. You can stay with me. You can have Sweetie for a while."

Jenny sighed. "I need to straighten my head out, this is ridiculous. I'm just going downstairs really quick." She put a hand on my shoulder. "Do me a favor. Take a nap. You look like shit."

I sprawled on her bed Sweetie jumping up with me. "Bless you. You know, even after knowing me this long, it's nice you're not weird around me. I kill someone the other day and now you want to borrow guns."

Jenny tapped the door frame and gave me a smile. "This is what our friendship is based on. Trust and weapons."

I yawned and buried my face in her pillow. "And damned good loyalty."

I had squeezed Jenny's hand before I went home making her promise to call if she needed me. I had fallen asleep for two hours then woke up to her telling me how she threatened Samson. I left two cans of mace on her dresser. Not a gun, but at least it was legal. I considered leaving her the stiletto but I had to walk home alone. Plus I knew for a fact Samson wasn't happy with me for ruining his moment with Jenny. Better to be armed. Plus if he tried something I could very easily get rid of Jenny's problem right away.

By nightfall I had done enough baking for the next three days then crawled into bed. I woke up to Kevin standing over me with a bag that smelled like food. I sniffed the air. "Mama D's cooking."

Kevin laughed. "Yeah, she told me to bring over food. She said she saw you at the diner this morning and you looked like shit. Well, not her words but close."

I blinked wearily at him. "Kevin. A few days ago I killed a man then had mind shattering sex with you. I watched you brother kill a man, got home and slept with a dog who takes up nearly as much of the bed as you. I need sleep. You can stay but no funny stuff."

Kevin smiled widely. "Mind shattering?"

"Kevin. Put the food away and either come to bed or lock the door on your way out."

"So no…"

"Kevin, I think there's a knife in my bedside draw. I can always castrate you so you never have to worry about it again."

"Regular sleep sounds good."

"Smart boy."

A/N:

Arg. Okay the next update may be a little late unless I can get a lot done. See I'll be gone from the 14th to the 20th to visit Chicago (Loyola University Chicago and St. Xavier University) then up through Canada to see Niagara University (it's on the NY side). So if you don't hear from me for a while that would be why.

But I will do my damned best to try and update when I get a free second in my room…most likely at 2 am…

And GOSH! I've been getting reviews and favorite author and story alerts not just for Irish Eyes but for my other stories as well. Thanks guys, If I haven't sent you a reply yet, it's coming.

I suck at writing Boston accents. I speak with a slight one but I can't write it haha

Now for my reviewers. I'd like to mention I had a perfect 100 comments until two people disrupted that. Haha I thank you for that.

Sam666: Yeah well, it's Joey, he has to be tragic haha

Elyse Black: Whoo Hoo! I took chem. Back in my soph year and we never had to memorize the stuff but for some reason I can always remember Neon and Sulfur.

softballgurl9203: I love ramblings. Love love love them. And come on, these are the two girls best protected in New York!!! They have Tommy and Kevin and because they have Tommy and Kevin, Joey gets thrown into the deal as well.

XNegAttentionX: Long or short you know how I am. A review is love all the same.

blindxfaith: I caught it after I posted it. My friends used to do the DUDE SWEET thing all the time and I swear I wanted to take down he chapter and repost it with DUDE. No prob, I drop names too occasionally, it's all good.

wrenbailey: One sitting? I applaud you for that. And thank you.

csd11242: why thank you very much.

….I'm leaving state in 3 hours…wow glad I stayed up to post this haha