Catriona's P.O.V
I open my eyes just to force them closed again. Ow, my head! Thank God it's Saturday. I sit up slowly and risk opening my eyes again, I need water. I turn onto my knees and hiss in pain. I look down at my bandaged knee and sigh. I forgot about that. I feel for my shoes, slide them on. I push myself to my feet, stagger over to fridge and pull out a bottle of water. I drink half the bottle in one go. Next I grab asprin and take two and leave the packet out for the boys. I look over at my two boys and smile. They both really stepped up last night. I don't know a single other person who would beat the crap out of the mafia for me, or anyone else. The boys stir and Connor sits up first with a groan.
I smile and take the asprin and water over to him "Mornin', darling. Want some water and asprin?"
He nods and takes both off of me. I move to Murphy next and offer the same and he takes the same. I look down at myself, I'm still wearing the same clothes I was wearing last night. I half expected to be stripped but we were all pretty wasted last night.
Both boys swing their legs over the edge of the mattress and slide on their boots and house coats. Murphy grips the back of my neck and kisses me "You okay?"
The door bursts open before I can reply. A scream escapes my mouth by accident as two of the men from last night burst through the door with guns in their hands and bandages on their bodies. I stand quickly with the boys. Murphy keeps me firmly behind him and Connor turns to face the Russians.
"Freeze! You fuckin' Irish faggots!" Chekov screams then punches Connor across the face, sending him to the floor.
I gasp in shock and fear. Oh God, I should have known this was going to happen! The other Russian grabs Murphy away from me and forces him to his knees, his gun at Murphy's head.
"Get the fuck off me!" Murphy snaps
"One move, McAndrew, and his brains will be on the floor!" The Russian growls.
I stand stock still with my hands up in front of me. Chekov pulls Connor off the floor and drags him to the toilet "Put on the cuffs!" Chekov screams at him.
"You know why I fucking come here? I come here to kill you. But now, I no think I fucking kill you. I kill your brother. Shoot him in the head. And I take the girl and get a sizeable payday and she won't be conscious, I promise you that" Chekov snaps at Connor.
Connor looks furious and screams "Fuck you!" Over and over.
My whole body feels numb with anger "Leave them alone!" I snap angrily.
Chekov storms over to me and grabs my hair painfully. I let out a gasp of pain "Shut up! There isn't nothing you can do. You no your father"
I'm dragged towards the door by my hair.
"It was just a fuckin' bar fight! You guys are fuckin' pussies!" I hear Murphy snaps
I struggle. The last thing I see is Connor screaming his brother and my names. My eyes burn with tears. They're going to kill my boys.
Outside Chekov throws me at the second Russian who forces me to look at Murphy who is looking at me and nods.
"It's okay, Rhi" He says, trying to sound soothing.
Chekov smirks "Is it?" He looks over at the Russian holding the gun to my head and nods.
My knee throbs painfully as I'm pushed to the ground roughly. I gasp in shock as the butt of a gun makes contact with my face. The force send me sprawling to the floor and I'm kicked in the stomach. I gasp again as the air in knocked out of my lungs.
"No! Leave her alone!" Murphy screams.
"I hope your conscious is clear, Irishman" Chekov says then starts laughing.
From my position on the ground I can see the roof. My eyes widen as our toilets falls from the roof and Connor jumps after it. I try and move but my stomach won't allow that. Murphy dives on top of me as porcelain shatters after hitting Chekov over the head. Chekov shoots as he is hit and falls forward and hits the ground. Another gunshot goes off. Murphy jumps off of me and runs over to Connor.
I force myself to my knees and crawl over to the unconscious MacManus. I feel for a pulse, which is there and stroke his face gently "Connor, baby, wake up"
The Russian Connor sent to the floor moves and reaches out for his gun. "Murph" I warn.
Murphy pick up the un-shattered lid of the toilet and smacks it over the Russians head twice. He then grabs a bag and puts Chekov's gun into it and searches the body and puts money in it. He repeats the process with the other Russian. He then comes over to Connor and I and lifts Connor off the ground. I struggle off the ground and help get Connor onto Murphy's shoulder.
"Grab the bag, Rhi" Murphy says. I nod and wince as I bend down to grab the bag and run after Murphy.