I hope you enjoyed Chapter 1&2, and so here I am to Chapter 3. Now, if you like it, please reply so that I know someone's enjoying all this effort. I realize the 'time frame' won't add up, but there's going to be songs and stuff from the now and past few years time that won't really add up to the date in the movie, but it's just where I am taking it and what I want and so if there's time things that don't add up, then please don't really look too deep into it.

Again, I don't own anything from The Boondock Saints, the song lyrics I'm going to use are not mine, and I don't own anything except Brina. My creation. Now...chapter 3...

Early warning...this Chapter is MA...there will be sex...and it's descriptive nature...Murphy and Brina sex...so there's your warning. If you can't handle it or don't want to read it, I'll try to mark it off somehow so you can skip right over it. :)

-Connor's POV-

I watched them from across the street. Murphy seemed all too happy as he kissed her cheek and she smiled and watched him walk away before retreating inside. She was a distraction from our mission, and God would not be happy that Murphy was chasing after sins of the flesh when he should be helping me. I turned towards the direction of my church, and started smoking as I walked. We were called upon to do this, to send the evil out and away from the innocent people. The more I think about it, the more that it seems she isn't an innocent. She was sent to do exactly what she's doing. To separate my brother and myself. And I'd be damned if I was going to let him slip away from what he was truly supposed to be doing. Though, she was a beautiful woman. Curves, long legs, Murphy had stolen her. I told him I liked her, and he made a move. Either way, something has to be done about her. I won't lose my brother..

- Brina's POV -

She had just finished her shift at McGinty's and had locked the doors for the night. She was right in the middle of sweeping the floor when a knock came at the door. Leaning the broom on the wall, she walked over and took a peek outside. She smiled and unlocked the doors, letting Murphy in. "Evenin beautiful." They kissed briefly before he walked over to the bar and sat down. She walked behind the counter and pulled him a long neck and getting one for herself. They took a couple drinks in the quiet before she leaned over the counter and kissed him again. "I missed you. All day. I kept waiting for you to show up, but you never did." He took another swig from his beer and smiled. "I know, I'm sorry. I had some errands I had to get done today and I just never made it in, until now. And I am here now. Isn't that what's important?" She grinned and shook her head.

"You're just lucky you're charming. Otherwise, I'd be pissed. But I've been thinking all day, and I was actually gonna call you later about it. Do you think you and Connor would want to come over for dinner tomorrow night? I know everything there is to know about you, and I want to get to know Connor too. He doesn't seem that bad." Murphy was quiet for a minute, but nodded his head. "Yeah. That'd be alright." He stood up and she took his empty bottle and tossed it into the trash can. He walked around behind the bar and grabbed her hand. "Come on, baby." She followed him, stopping only to turn off the lights, as they climbed the stairs. She shut and locked the door to her home, and they sat down on the couch. He flipped on the tv, and channel surfed for a few minutes, finally settling on a crime show. She paid no attention to the tv as she kept staring at him, memorizing every feature of his face. She felt almost embarrassed when he turned and looked at her. "What?" She smiled and pressed her lips against his. They didn't stop. Their tongues danced together as she got onto her knees and moved one across him, sitting on his lap, straddling him.

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Her fingers wrapped into his hair, gently tugging as he ran his hands to her back and to the rim of her shirt. She pulled away and smiled. He reached to her hair and gently tugged the ponytail holder out of place, letting her hair cascade around her shoulders. "Beautiful. Can I totally kill the mood and ask a question?" She nodded her head, and rested her arms on his shoulders. "How many...men..have you been with?" She felt pitiful with her answer. She had never been a huge sex junkie or a slut, but mostly because she just didn't really care for it. Feeling the blush creep into her cheeks, she licked her lips and took a deep breath. "Two. One when I was 16 and the other when I was 18." Murphy moved his hand infront of her and made a show of counting on his fingers. "That's seven years since...last time. Wow." She laughed and playfully smacked his shoulder. "Well, how many have you been with?" He grabbed her hips and turned around on the couch, kicking his feet up on the other end. "Me? Well, contrary to Connor's belief, I haven't been with a man before." She scoffed and shook her head, smiling. "Smartass." He chuckled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Six."

Now, she felt worry, doubt, and a small amount of fear well up in her chest. He'd been with six girls, she'd only been with two men. She didn't realize the smile had faded off her lips until he pushed her hair back and rested his hand on her cheek. "Hey," She looked into his eyes, and found all the fear, worry, and doubt melt away as he pulled her in for another kiss. Their breaths grew quicker and shorter, she felt his hand rubbing on her back, then traveling down her arm, down her side, and to her hips, where he gently grabbed and pulled her closer. She pulled away, just enough to feel his breath on her lips, and whispered. "Bedroom." He nodded his head and grabbed her thighs as he stood up, and carried her into the bedroom. He set her down on the bed and stood up, pulling off his shirt.

He kicked off his boots and pulled off his socks before he crawled onto the bed, beside her. He helped her slide back and let her head rest on the pillows; giving her brief kisses. He settled into one kiss, deepening it, and slid his hand under her shirt, letting his thumb stroke back and forth on her stomach. He settled one leg between hers, and gently rubbed it against her as her fingers twisted in his hair again. He moved his lips to her neck, licking, nipping, and gently sucking and biting. Her chest heaved as switched sides and continued working on her neck. She couldn't take it anymore. She rolled her head and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, Murphy." He stopped and looked into her eyes. He licked his lips and shook his head no. She felt confusion take over her face, and he stroked her cheek. "We're not going to fuck. That's for later. We're going to make love." She felt a smile cross her lips as he kissed a couple small smooches on her neck again.

She reached for the bottom of her shirt and started lifting it up, but he stopped her. "Let me explain. For me, making love means I get to take my time. I get to kiss, touch, know every inch of your body. What you like, what you don't like. What makes you come undone, what makes you shiver." Another quick kiss, and he was pulling her shirt over her head. He helped her sit up, and as he nibbled on her neck, reached around her back and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the side. He laid her back and left a trail of wet kisses from her lips, down her neck, all the way down to the tops of her jeans. He unbuttoned them and slipped them off her legs, letting them slip off the bed and onto the floor. He repeated the same action with her underwear and smiled as he looked upon her.

He stood up and undid his jeans and slid both his boxers and his jeans onto the floor before he climbed back on to the bed with her. "Take our time. No rushing." She smiled as he captured her in another kiss. "A couple of rules, though. If you don't like something, you tell me. If you want more, less, tell me. Okay?" She quickly pecked his lips. "Okay. I've got the pill. So that's covered, too." He climbed under the covers with her, and she wrapped her arms around him as they started kissing. She felt his lips press against her neck and leaned her head to the side, looking at the celtic cross tattoo on his arm. She rolled over on her back and looked him in the eyes. Their lips met as his hand started rubbing its way down between her legs.

The kiss ended and he sat up, moving his way down between her legs. she bit her lip and pressed her thighs together. "What's this?" She felt emotionally naked, as well as physically. "I've just...never had a guy...do...that." He smirked and gently pried her legs apart. He leaned forward and slowly dipped one finger inside of her, earning a small gasp from her. As he added a second finger, and alternated using his thumb to circle around her clit, and giving sparse gentle licks. She had found a way to relax, and savored every second she was getting. Her breaths grew even quicker and shorter as she tried to hold back from moving around too much, but it felt too good to stay still. She knew she was almost there, and another minute of his touch would take her all the way. She knew she needed to say something, but she couldn't form many words in her head now. The best she could manage was a quick, "Don't stop." With this, his picked up his pace, pumping his fingers more rhythmically, and focused on licking more than using his thumb. She grasped a fist full of bedsheet and shouted a brief moan as she came around his fingers. After a minute, he returned to her, smiling.

She was already ready to come again, and wanted it. "Now?" He smiled and nodded his head. "Aye." He propped himself up on his hands and situated himself between her legs. Taking his length in his hand, he slowly guided himself into her and gently lowered his body, waiting for her eyes to open. "Am I hurting you?" Her eyes instantly popped open, full of lust and desire, and she pulled him in to a kiss. "No." He began to slowly pull back and slide back into her. She held onto him, as if she would lose him at any moment, as he continued to give himself to her. As he pushed forward, she stopped him before he could pull back. Their lips parted with a smack, as she kept her eyes on his, she scooted lower on the bed, sending him deeper. "Did you want more?" She nodded, feeling guilty. He swept her hair off her face and pecked her lips. "Should've told me." Much to her surprise, there was more. She let him go until she couldn't handle any more. "Stop." He looked at her. "Too much?" She slowly shook her head no. He smirked, "That's all I've got.", and began to slip back out and in. She arched her back, and pulled him as close as he could get to her.

The continued on for the next 30 minutes this way, holding each other, lost in kisses, moans, touches, and enjoying the moment. She put her hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes. "Murphy, I can't hold back much longer." He gave her a deep, but quick kiss. "Neither can I." He started increasing his rhythm, faster and deeper. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her. Out of breath and quaking, she twisted her fingers into his hair and pulled him close. "Murph.." He pressed his lips against hers, sending his tongue into her mouth to dance with her own as they both came together. The moment they were done, he paid down on his back, and pulled her to him.

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She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heart thumping. Smiling, she draped an arm across his stomach and rested. His hand slowly stroked up and down on her back as they lay together in the quiet. "Murph, can I ask you a question?" He chuckled softly, "Yeah." She propped herself up on her elbow and looked him in the eyes. "The first night you stayed over, I think you thought I was asleep, but you said goodnight mo cuishla. What does that mean?" He closed his eyes and couldn't help but wear a smirk. "It means darling." She snuggled a little closer and fell asleep, anticipating the next night.

She made a fairly simple dinner for the boys. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn, and some rolls were sitting on the table when they knocked at the door. She opened it and smiled when she saw Murphy holding a bouquet of flowers and Connor holding a bottle of wine. She stepped aside and they came inside. Their meal was quiet, and she could feel the awkwardness and anxiety in the room so thick, it could've been cut with a butter knife. Something was off; weird even. She had just finished her last bite when Connor stood up and grabbed everyone's plate and took them into the kitchen. Without a word, she looked across at Murphy and raised an eyebrow. He gave an honest shrug. Just as Connor came back in, he started talking. "Well, thank you for that, Brina. It was delicious." She smiled, finally happy to hear the silence broken, and stood up. "You're both welcome." She stood and grabbed her glass, headed to the kitchen.

"Well, Connor and I don't drink wine, and there's an entire bar downstairs. I'll be right back." She watched as the door closed behind him, and she was left alone with Connor. She turned around and took a drink from her cup, before setting it back on the counter, and he joined her in the small kitchen. "So has my brother been good, love?" She felt a sickening feeling it the pit of her stomach when she was alone with Connor, unexplainable, but still there. "Very gentlemanly." He chuckled and leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. "Ma always did try to teach us to mind our manners. Stuck right to Murph." She watched as he pushed off the counter and went for the back room. He raised the window and stepped out onto the fire escape, lighting up a cigarette. She followed him out and took a deep breath as she looked over the city. He offered her one, and she gladly accepted, thanking him as he lit it for her. "So what about you? Manners just didn't take?" He chuckled as he let the smoke billow from his mouth into the night air. "Aye, they did for a bit. But I quickly learned that manners don't get you nowhere." She watched him as he turned and took a couple steps towards her, closing the space between them. "The truth is, love, if you want something badly enough, nothing else matters. Manners, feelings," she felt her back meet the brick wall, and felt pinned as he raised a hand and rested it against the brick, while he stared deep into her eyes. "You gotta take what you want. No one else will take it for you, love." They both heard the door shut in the room, and Connor instantly backed off, tossed his cigarette over the balcony, and stepped back into the window.

Her heart pounded in her chest as Murphy climbed out with her and they shared what was left of her cigarette, before following suit with Connor and tossing the remainder over the edge. She walked into the living room to find Murphy had grabbed six beers and Connor was already finishing off one. She gave a small smile to Murphy as he sat down across from his brother. She sat beside him, and watched as Connor flipped through the tv channels. She didn't realize she had fallen asleep, but when she woke, Connor was trying to sneak out of the door, and Murphy held his brother's coat. She stood up and walked over to the boys, putting her arm around Murphy's neck. "Thanks for havin me over, Brina. Murph, I'll see ya tomorrow." He nodded and shut the door behind Connor as he left. She slipped her arm off of him and walked back into the kitchen and started cleaning the dishes. "So that was fun." She scoffed. "Sure, yeah it was." Murphy leaned against the counter beside her and crossed his arms, "What's that supposed to mean?" She looked at him and rested her hands on the edge of the sink. Giving a heavy sigh, she shook her head and went back to the dishes. "Nothin."

"Brina, talk to me. What's going on?" She shut off the water and grabbed a dish towel, drying her hands on it. She raised herself onto the counter, letting her legs dangle over the edge, and grabbed her glass, finishing what wine was left in it. "You're both Irish, right? So you'll know better than I would. It may be nothing, it might be something, all I know is it was weird." He stood quietly, waiting for her to continue. "Conner kept calling me love." He chuckled and walked over to her, standing between her legs. She reached her arms up and let them rest on his shoulders. "Darlin, that's just...in the redneck South, they call everyone darlin', sweetie, honey. It's the same. Just a common nickname. I doubt if he even realized he was doin it." She felt like an ass and buried her head on his shoulder, giggling. "I'm stupid." He laughed and kissed her lips. "Nah, just funny. And ya make me happy." She smiled at him and sighed. He pulled her arms further around his neck and grabbed her legs behind her knees, lifting her off the counter, "This mess can wait till morning. Come on." She laughed, "Where are we going?" He let her turn off the lights as they went through the small, short hallway towards her room. "Gonna have a bit of fun."

She sat up quickly with a gasp. The rain pounded on the bedroom window, the thunder and lightning following in waves. She looked beside her, and saw Murphy, sleeping quietly. The sheets had fallen off his chest as he rolled over and became still again. She smiled and stood up, finding a clean pair of underwear and his t-shirt on the floor. She walked down the hallway and into the kitchen, feeling the need to get the mess cleaned up. She walked into the living room to pick up the beer bottles that had been emptied by both of the boys when she saw Murphy's coat, carelessly lumped on the floor. She gave a small chuckle and set down a bottle she had just picked up. "Messy boys, the both of you." She picked the coat up by the collar and as she walked over to the coat rack, she heard a heavy thud on the floor. She looked to see what had fallen, and froze. A gun lay on the cream carpet infront of the door. A chill crept up her spine, 'Why would Murphy have a gun?, Has it killed anyone with it?, How long has he had it?' These were just a few of the questions that ran through her head, and what seemed like an hour, had only been a minute or two. Lightning cracked and the thunder rumbled, and she jumped heard someone calling her name, softly. "Brina?"

Her head whipped up and saw Murphy standing in his jeans in the hallway door. She tried to say something, do something, anything to get rid of the suspicions, the fears, the worries, but no help came, "What the fuck is this?" He held a hand open infront of himself and slowly walked towards her. "Brina, listen. I'll explain it, everything, but you've just got to give me a chance. It's still me, still Murphy." She felt like this was a weird dream, and everything was going in slow motion. She watched him carefully as he walked beside her, retrieved the gun, and set it on the table. He took his coat from her and hung it up before he took her, gently, by the arm and sat her down on the couch. "Brina, look at me." She looked from the gun to his eyes, hoping at any moment she would wake up. "Brina, darling, I've got to come clean about a few things..."

Dun Dun Dun! Okay, so obviously we all know what the 'big' secret is, but I'm super excited. I know I've "rushed" this a bit, but I have a bad habit of that. I get so excited by what I've got in my head, that I just have to slap it all together as quickly as possible. So, apologies for that. Chapter 4 to be up soon, and if you're reading, please R&R! Please!