Thanks for the reviews and support. Keep reading and reviewing. I drew a picture of what Aednat looks like, I am thinking about showing you guys somehow. Google translator was used so I don't know if everything I correct.
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I do not own La Complainte De La Butte by Rufus Wainwright.
Truly a beautiful song, I am not sure if it is the original or not. It was on a CD my friend gave me a long time ago.
Aednat's Pov
I was growing impatient with the boys; New Years Eve was tomorrow is tomorrow. How long were they going to figure out a plan for me and my brother to at least meet? I sighed and started playing and singing La Complainte De La Butte.
La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes cheveux roux
La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous
La lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases
Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brise
The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wreched sigh
While windmill wings of the moulin
shelter you and I
"I thought ye didn't know how to play." Murphy's voice whispered in my ear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I smirked and leaned back against him. I stopped playing.
"I never said I couldn't, I said I don't play it when ye asked me." I stated proudly and smirked.
"Conner and I have something to tell ye." He said to me as he yanked me off the bench. He dragged me to the yellow loveseat and made sure I sat down. They took a seat on my pull out couch across from me.
"Is everything alright?" I asked in a confused tone. They brothers didn't respond, they just glanced at me then glanced at each other. Now I was worried.
"Did ye get into trouble?" I tried my best not to sound scared. I looked back and forth between the two of them. Finally Conner spoke up.
"No, we have figured out a plan. Ye aren't going to get to see Elijah for very long but you'll get to see him at least. It's too dangerous right now for him to be seen with ye so yer visit has to be short." He stated. Murphy cleared his throat and found his voice.
"A Mafioso was the one who drugged ye. We don't know which one for sure yet, but that's why it's dangerous for ye both. That's why we've waited a while to figuring something out. Ye were too close to things they wanted to keep hidden." Murphy stated while he poured his eyes into mine.
"Ye are suppose to meet on New Year's Eve at McGinty's. It will be crowded enough that ye won't be noticed." Conner stated. I bit my lip hard as if it was going to make me concentrate on what had been said.
Murphy got up and went to the bathroom. Conner kept staring at me as if he was waiting for some kind of show to start.
"Ye alright?" He asks me. I nodded my head yes. I had known the boys for a while now and I had never given them a real thank you for saving my sorry ass.
I moved over to the pull out couch and grabbed onto Conner. I was giving him and awkward side hug while I pressed my head against the right side of his chest. I let out sigh.
"Thank you for saving me from freezing to death in the snow and for helping me find my brother." I stated. I owed them big. Conner hugged me back awkwardly and put two fingers underneath my chin to rise up my head.
"Well, I could never allow a young gorgeous woman to freeze to death. My brother having someone else to drive nuts is thanks enough." He said while giving me a goofy grin. We let go from our uncomfortable hug and I sat back on the yellow loveseat.
"He really likes ye, so if ye break his heart I will kill ye before the Mafioso's even get a change to think about it again." Conner stated while giving me stern look.
I nodded my head that I understood.
~~~two days later New Year's Eve~~~~
"Will ye relax, yer starting to make me nervous." Murphy told me as I took a shot. The burning sensation was just want I needed right now. Murphy had a hand on the left side of my waist. I guess he thinks I am going to fall off the stool.
"Is é sin mo dheirfiúr beag tipiciúil, ag dul ar meisce nuair a thosaigh an oíche ar éigean." (That is my typical little sister, getting drunk when the evenings barely started.) My brother stated and took the bar stool next to me.
Conner and Rocco took a seat on the other side of Murphy. I was too shocked to say anything. My brother had a beard going and his hair was only slightly shorter than Rocco's. His face looked aged and tired. He didn't look like a 27 year old.
"Táimid ag dul a bheith acu chun cloí le Gaeilge, tá Mafioso i ngach áit. Mar sin, cén chaoi a raibh tú?" (We're going to have to stick to Gaelic, Mafioso are everywhere. So, how have you been?) He asked me and then ordered a drink.
We haven't seen each other in two years and that's all he can ask is how have ye been. Not are you okay, how's ma and da, no it's fucking how have you been.
"Cén fáth nach raibh tú a insint dom?" (Why didn't you tell me?) I whispered to him. He frowned at me, typical brother of mine. He's always trying to avoid the hard questions. He took a swig of beer and then glanced around me.
"Mar sin, tá sé do bhuachaill?" (So is he your boyfriend?) He asked me. I groaned at his tactics and took swig of my own beer. I glanced at Murphy, he had never exactly formally asked me.
"Tá sé casta, inis dom anois?" (It's complicated, now tell me?) We didn't have much time together and I need so damn answers. He glared at Murphy and gave me a look of disapproval.
"Rinne mé é sin a dhéanamh mo phost a choinneáil slán leat. Bhí a fhios agam má bhí a dúirt mé leat, ní bheadh agat a chur ar bun leis." (I did it to do my job to keep you safe. I knew if I had told you, you would have not put up with it.) He said while still giving Murphy a hard look.
I wanted to strangle him and hug him at the same time. We both couldn't afford to show any sign of affectation or start screaming at each other. It would draw to much attention.
"Bhuel fucking tú ag tarraing do phost. Bhí bealaí eile a chosaint dom. Cheap mé go raibh tú marbh nó siúl amach chun a fháil amach. Ma chaill sé nuair a chuaigh tú ar iarraidh agus da thóg amach ar feadh tamaill ag iarraidh a fhaigheann tú."
(Well you fucking suck at your job. There was other ways of protecting me. I thought you were dead or ran off to get away. Ma lost it when you went missing and da took off for a while trying to find you.)
I was growing more irritated at the whole conversation. Not being able to hug or cry was getting to me. I wanted to drop to my knees and tell him how much I want him to come home with me and see ma and da.
But I knew that was impossible. That wasn't going to happen; he wasn't going to be free until the Mafiosos were gone. I had blood on my hands way before I came to Boston. I wasn't afraid to get more on me if I had to.
"Cad atá i gceist agat nach bhfuil déanta agam mo phost? (What do you mean I haven't done my job?) Elijah asked me in a worried tone. His eyes moved towards Murphy and I knew what he was thinking.
I shook my head no to say it wasn't them.
"B'fhéidir gur mhaith leat a ghabháil leo as a shábháil mo thóin brón orm. Tá mé beo mar gheall orthu." (You might want to thank them for saving my sorry ass. I am alive because of them.) I told him and grabbed Murphy's hand.
He squeezed my hand slightly to comfort me. I sighed and stood slid off the bar stool. I needed to go back to the apartment and scream.
"Just a bheith cúramach ceart go leor, Athbhliain faoi mhaise daoibh Oíche Chinn Bhliana." (Just be careful alright, Happy New Year's Eve.) I said in a quiet voice and walked out the door.
Murphy's Pov
Her brother was staring at me now since she had left. Holy fuck this was going to be bad.
"What sort of trouble is she in?" Elijah asked us.
"My brother found her in the snow. She was freezing to death and had been drugged by the people ye work for. We took her in and helped her out. I have no intention of hurting her." I told him.
"I've heard that before and she ended up looking like someone from a battered wives shelter. I won't let her get beaten and hurt like that again are we clear?" He asked me. I nodded my head.
What the hell was he talking about? He must have read my puzzled expression.
"She almost got married to an older guy named Pierce. She was barely legal and he was 25. They were young and in puppy love. They ran off together and traveled around a lot. A few months before they were to be hitch, he started beaten her.
She never told me, I got a call from a hospital in France. I headed there right away and when I got there she wouldn't even look at me, she was so ashamed.
The doctor told her that if she didn't get away from him the next time her family saw her she would be in a body bag. I made her leave and we never spoke about it again." He told us.
We chatted with her brother for a few more rounds. There was so much about her I didn't know.
Aednat's Pov
Even though that may be the last time I see my brother for a while, I was too upset to think straight. One thing I knew for sure was the plan I thought about all the way back to the warm apartment.
He had been there when I needed it, now it was my turn to help him. I was going to get my brother out of trouble by any means necessary.