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Chapter two

-The Next Morning-

The first thing I noticed when I got up that morning were the arms wrapped around my waist. I glanced at the clock and saw it was 11:30, then to the man who had me wrapped up like a cocoon. I smiled realizing it was Murphy. Rocco woke up and stumbled past the wall with Skippy guts on it. There was a crooked picture hanging in the middle of it. I laughed and attempted to get up, but Murphy held me tighter. Connor stood up from his position on the couch and sent me a smirk before he followed Rocco outside. I started shaking Murphy so I could get up.

"Murphy, wake up!" I said. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

"Man could get use to this," he mumbled. I blushed and stood up. Murphy followed, asking where our brothers were. I told him outside and went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle before I walked outside to find Connor and Murphy yelling at my brother,

"Fuck it! What kind of flowers ya want at your funeral, ya dumb wop? This is the last time I'll see you. Bye-bye, ya stupid son of a bitch," Murphy yelled. Rocco walked away, telling us to bury the cat. I looked at the brothers.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We think that his boss sent him in there as a suicide mission," Murphy said, taking my hand as we walk back to the apartment. I smiled at him as I walked into the kitchen, asking if they wanted breakfast. They looked at me like I just appeared naked in front of them.

"I'll take that as a yes." I laughed and started cooking. The boys soon joined me, watching me cook and talking about who they were going to go after. I was caught up cooking and didn't hear the boys ask me something. I felt someone poking me and turned to find Connor smirking at me. "What?"

"We want to know what ye do?" Connor asked.

I smiled and told them about my after school Drama classes for the youth, about Kyle who thought they were awesome, which caused them to laugh, about Shannon who reminded me of a younger me. I even told them about the fact that we were putting on Chicago for our summer production. The boys started to help themselves to the food as I talked. The conversation quickly went to my brother and what happened at the hotel:

"So, why were you there?"

"My mom has it in her head that I can keep Roc safe; keep him from doing anything stupid," I explained, causing them to laugh, I glared at them as I ate my eggs. Once I was done, I stood up and decided that we should probably clean up the cat; Lord knows Rocco or Donna would never do it. As I cleaned up, I started to tell the brothers about some of the cast members we had going and becoming some of Yakavetta men and becoming drug whores; they told me about their ma, and the trouble they got into back in Ireland. Connor was in the middle of a hilarious story when the phone rang. Murphy, who is watching TV, answered and I heard his side of the conversation.

"Hold on. How is it he gets to watch TV?" I asked. Connor just grinned and rolled his eyes. I shook my head as Murphy hung up.

"Who was it?" Connor asked.

"Rocco. He sounded half crazy," Murphy answered. I laughed just as Donna and her friend Rayvie entered the apartment. They were consummate junky sluts. And now they were very doped up and giddy; probably coming back from a party. Why they decided that moment to come home after a couple weeks, I will never know, but I was kind of hoping to be out of here before she found out her cat was dead.

"Here kitty, kitty... kitty," Donna said, gazing around. I rolled my eyes and looked at the boys, who shook their heads. "Oh, hello, who are you?" She was looking at the boys. I glared at her; I know she's not hitting on the boys when she's supposed to be with Rocco.

"What the fuck you glaring at, bitch?" Rayvie asked. I rolled my eyes and walked over to Murphy, pulling him into a kiss. I turned to Connor and did the same.

"Keep your slutty hands off of my boys," I said, "Wouldn't want them to get a disease." I marched off into the bathroom to take a shower, which I soon regretted because this place was a hell hole, but what could I do? I had to get the smell of pizza, beer and smoke off of me.

Once out, I found Donna and Rayvie laying on the couch; Connor is spit-shining his boots by the window. I walked into the kitchen as Murphy lit his cigarette on the gas stove and poured some salt in a pot of water with a handful of pennies. I jumped up on the counter to watch Murphy. He looked up and smiled at me. I asked him what languages he could speak. He told me English, Gaelic, Spanish, Russian, Italian, German and French. I stared at him in wonder; this man just became a wet dream. "How?" I asked.

"Ma thought it would be good for us," Connor said with a smirk. "But don't go making us say random things just so you could get off." I blushed and looked away.

Suddenly, Rocco bursts through the door, hysterical. Tears were streaming down his face and he was shouting about how we had to pack our shit and get out of here. I pulled on my sneakers and stared at him. Connor asked what happened and he goes off about how 'he killed them'. I looked at him confused; my brother killed someone? I smirked as Donna tried to get his attention but failed effortlessly.

Murphy asked Rocco something and he denied him information again as he started shoving a vase into my hands. I looked between it and my brother confused before shrugging. I grabbed my keys and bag from the table. My brother and the MacManus' went back and forth before Roc finally gave in and started telling us about how Papa Joe sold him out and when he went to Lakeview Deli and found out that Joe had told everyone he was dead, and he just lost it. Donna and Rayvie yelled his name in sync and he turned in rage.

"WHAT?" he yelled.

"Where's my cat?" she whispered.

"I killed your fuckin' cat, you druggie bitch!" Rocco yelled, dropping the bag in his hand.

"You... Oh God, why?" she cried.

"I felt it would bring closure to our relationship!" I almost fell over laughing; Connor put his hand on my shoulder to keep me from falling.

"You killed my... my..." She stopped, unsure of the cat's name.

"Your what? Your fuckin' what?" Rocco asked.

"My, my..." Rocco put his gun to his head.

"Your what, bitch? I'll shoot myself in the head if you can tell me that cat's name! Go ahead... Your what? Your precious little..."

"Pee... Per.. Skippy." Rocco groaned.

"Bitch! What color was it?" he snapped.

"It was... It was..." she answered timidly.

"Male or female, bitch?"

"Don't you yell at her, you fuckin' prick!" Rayvie yelled.

"Shut your fat ass, Rayvie! I can't buy a pack of smokes without running into nine guys you fucked," Rocco shouted as he pointed the gun in Rayvie's face this time, who started to cry. I giggled and shifted the vase. Donna told him not to talk to her like that, which made me laugh; she sent me a glare. Rocco yelled 'come on' and I followed him outside. I offered him my apartment until things got cleared up and as I get closer to my Honda, I hear him shout my name.

"Why in the hell are you holding a vase?" he asked. I flipped him off. He laughed and got into the car. I rolled my eyes. I drove to my apartment and shut the car off. I sat there and thought about what had just happened and started to laugh. A knock on the window brought me out of my fit and I turned to see Tess. I smiled.

"Where the hell have you been?" she asked.

"Rocco's," I answered getting out. She shook her head and handed me a folder.

"All the info you need for auditions. I'll see you then." I nodded and walked into my building. I climbed the five floors to get to my apartment—the elevator hadn't worked in years—and Rocco complained every time he made the trek to my place. So I'll probably hear them before I see them. I opened the door and a small bark welcomed me home. Genesis, my Dalmatian, ran up to me, almost knocking me over.

"Wanna go for a walk?" She wagged her tail and picked up the leash with her mouth. I smiled and hooked her up. After walking Genesis, I found Rocco and the boys at my door.

"I do believe you have a key Rocco," I said. Genesis barked and put her nose into Connor's hand. He petted her as I unlocked the door. We entered and I unhooked Genesis who settled herself on her bed.

"What's her name?" Connor asked.

"Genesis," I replied with a smile. The dog looked at me shortly. "I'm sorry for bothering you, oh-great-one." She gave me a doggy smile and settled back down.

"We're going back out tonight," Rocco started to say, "and we don't know what time we'll be back."

I nodded and sat down. Rocco turned the TV on and then proceeded to fight with Connor for the controller. I took this time to read over the information packet that Tess gave me. She made a list of who was auditioning on what day; I groaned upon finding out I had to be at auditions tonight. I felt someone sit next to me and heard the sound of some western playing on the TV. I turned to find Murphy looking at me. I met his eyes and smiled before standing up.

"Where ya goin'?" Connor asked from his spot in my grandfather's old chair.

"I have to help with audition," I explained. I changed into cleaner clothes and walked out of the apartment, leaving the boys to watch some western on the TV.