The boys dress, then we eat and half an hour later we're in McGinty's with people from the factory. I sit on the bar with my legs between Murphy's. We drink the night away, no green beer thank God. That's the weirdest thing I've seen.

"Try the Guinness" Connor says pushing his towards me for the tenth time tonight

I push it away "No, I don't like it and if you get any of that on this skirt I will end you"

Connor pouts and takes it away. Rocco walks in that moment and the boys go nuts over each other it's my turn to pout. "Who you love more, Rocco or me?" I ask the boys.

Connor smirks "That's a tough one"

I move to kick him but Murphy closes his legs and captures my legs between his. "Rude" I mutter.

"I love you the most" Murphy mutters and leans up to kiss me. I kiss him back.

"Hey!" Connor complains.

I look at him and stick my tongue out "Yer own fault"

The room empties slowly until around three A.M. and only the regulars are still here. It's quiet now, I'm still on the bar and Murphy has his head on my lap as he smokes. Casual conversation flows between us all until Doc says.

"Listen, boys and girl, I've got some very bad news. I'm gonna have to close down the bar. The Russians are buying up buildings all over the town, includin' this one. Fuck! Ass! And they're not lettin' me renew my lease." He stutters

There is a silence between us all. Oh no, I like it here. The boys do too.

"Let me talk to my boss." Rocco says "Maybe he can do something."

The boys groan "What the fuck's your boss gonna do?" Connor asks annoyed.

"Who's your boss?" I ask Rocco

"Yakavetta" Rocco replies

"The Italian Mafia?" I ask surprised

"Don't sound so surprised, your Dad's McAndrew right?" Rocco asks

My eyes widen and my eyes dart around the room.

"Don't worry, love. All those weeks ya spent in the apartment we were makin' sure nobody spilled the beans as to who you are. Every Scot that walks in this neighbourhood is told you're not here" Connor says

I nod "Really? That's kinda cool"

"Listen, fellas, I don't want anyone to know. So you keep your traps shut! You know what they say: People in glass houses sink ships." Doc says and I look at him confused

"Isn't it: People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones?" I ask

The boys laugh "Hey, Doc, I gotta buy you, like, a proverb book or somethin'. This mix-and-match shit has gotta go." Rocco says

"What?" Doc says with a shrug

"A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it?" Connor teases

"And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen." Murphy joins in and there is laughter until the door open and three big, scary guys walk in.

My eyes widen, please don't recognise me, please don't! The whole group at the bar turn to look at the Russians and Murphy stands and blocks me from view.

"I am Ivan Checkov, and you will be closing now." The baldy in the middle says

"Checkov." Murphy says and wraps his arm around Rocco "Well, this here's McCoy. We find a Spock, we've got us an away team." The boys laugh, I don't get it.

"Me in no mood for discussion. You, you stay. The rest of you, go now." Chekov says angrily while pointing at Doc

"Why don't you make like a tree and get the fuck out of here!" Doc stutters angrily

Connor turns to the bar and picks up his drink and says "You know he's got till the week's end, right? You don't have to be hard-asses, do ya?"

"It's St. Patty's Day. Everyone's Irish tonight. Why don't you just pull up a stool and have a drink with us?" Murphy offers and I kick his back gently, he can't stay here!

"This is no game!" Chekov yells and smashes both boys' drinks out of their hands "If you won't go, we will make you go."

Murphy had moved to far right when his glass shattered and Chekov spots me "It's Catriona McAndrew!" He shouts excitedly. "There is a pretty prize on your head"

"My head?" I ask with a little fear.

"You have to be alive" Chekov sneers "They said nothing about you being conscious"

Murphy and Connor both dive in front of me "You keep your hands off her" Murphy snaps in Russian.

"She's our girl, you don't touch her" Connor says angrily, also in Russian.

The Russians look surprised. Suddenly, the two on the either side of Chekov knock both boys out of the way and Chekov grips my arm tightly and pulls me off the bar. I lose my footing and my knees land on the glass on the floor. I gasp in pain as Chekov drags me forward on the floor before pulling me to my feet.

"Rhi!" I hear the boys shout.

Now I'm pissed. I pull my fist back and punch Chekov hard across the face. He is shocked by my actions and loosens his grip on my arm. I pull away and lift my foot and kick him in the stomach and send him sprawling onto the ground. I step backwards and shake my sore hand.

Hands grab my shoulder and I find myself staring at Murphy and Connor's backs. "That wasn't very polite was it?" Connor asks in Russian sounding pissed

"We can't let that one go, Ivan!" Murphy says, also in Russian and he is fuming.

The boy turn to me and kiss a cheek each before turning and plummeting a newly standing Chekov to the ground. Instincts kick in and I round house kick the Russian to my right while the other regulars take out the one on my left. My concentration is on the guy I kicked, respect for women is not in these men's philosophies. Boss's daughter or not, I hurt their pride, they will try and hurt my face. The word being try. The fighting lessons my father forced me to take revive in my brain and the guy doesn't get a punch in edge ways. One last punch from me sends him to the ground face first and doesn't move.

I turn to see the Russian that was on my left push Murphy into the wine rack and is choking him with his arm. I step forward to help but Connor's hand grips my bicep tightly and pulls me into his chest.

"Stay away, he can take care of himself!" Connor shouts.

Murphy grips two wine bottles and brings them down onto the guy's head and he's out for the count.

The regulars and my boys tie Chekov to the bar and pour whiskey onto his ass. I step back as Connor sets Chekov's ass on fire. I smirk and can't help but feel this just isn't enough. It's funny as fuck but it'll heal and he'll be right back out terrorizing people but this feels like a little victory. At least he's been knocked down a few pegs.

An hour later, I'm back at the apartment with the boys and Murphy fixes up my busted knee as Connor gets me some water. I pass out before either job is done.