Chapter Three
When I stepped out of the shower was when I heard the banging on my door.
Wrapping a towel around myself tightly, I made my way over, shaking my head.
"Gloria, for the last damn time, I don't have your fucking paper, ask the neighbors!" I yelled before opening my door and screaming in surprise as Rocco hurried in. "The fuck?!"
"Don't have time to talk. Hurry up and get dressed." he made his way into my room, as I practically white knuckled my towel to keep it up (though, if I didn't, it still would've stayed up, I'm pretty gifted in the chest area, but I didn't want to take any chances here-I was still soaking wet). I watched as he grabbed a pair of my jeans and looked at my shirts.
"Thanks, Rocco." I walked to the doorway. "Ya gonna look through my underwear and bra drawers too?"
"Only if you take your sweet time." He tossed a red shirt on top of the jeans. "Make sure you get a jacket, it's kinda cold out there." He walked out of my room. I watched him, turning so I could look at him.
"What's this all about?"
Rocco looked at me. "Are you gonna put makeup on, because I think it'd be better if you did. And maybe actually braid your hair."
I raised my eyebrows. "Why?"
"Remember those two Irish guys I introduced you to last night? The twins?"
Ah, yes. Murphy and Connor. Who could forget. "Yes."
"They're in the slammer. Doc called. He told me to get them a change of clothes."
"What happened?" I ran a hand through my damp hair.
"Something with those Russian fucks. Anyway, long story short, it was self defense and they're probably going to get released at some point. I just don't know when." He took his sunglasses off and revealed that he was sporting a black eye where that big bald guy had punched him last night.
"Nice shiner you got there." I smirked.
"Funny." Rocco rolled his eyes and sat down on my couch.
"So... Is there a rush?"
"Eh. Not really. I mean, it'd be nice to get there before lunchtime, so we can get in, or when they're busy with the press." He shrugged.
"The press?"
"Yeah. What, you think two dead guys in an alleyway won't draw attention?"
I ignored his smartass remark and felt the urge to cross my arms but resisted it in fear of my towel faling in the process. "So what the fuck was that?" I asked, referring to the way he just busted into my apartment.
"It woke you up, didn't it?"
I glared and flipped him off, shutting my bedroom door. His laughter was what let me know that he had enjoyed his little joke.
Fucking prick.
In front of the police department stood a good amount of press, that started talking and clicking their cameras all at once when a cop and an agent made their way out. This agent wore a grey suit with a tan, collared button down shirt what either a very faint light purple or white tie. He seemed familiar to me-then again, everyone does, most likely I watched him on the TV on the news-and I looked over at Rocco who wore his sunglasses to sheild his face. We both carried a change of clothes in our hands. Rocco had Connor's and I had Murphy's.
Please, Jesus, let Murphy at least have some underwear on or something. I can't handle the sight of him being naked right now.
"Okay, people, okay." The guard held up his hands. The press shut up. "This is our official statement. The MacManus brothers are not being charged with a crime. This is a clear-cut case of self-defense. They are being released at an undiclosed time and location in accordance with their wishes."
"Do the MacManus brothers have any priors?" A man asked.
"Can we speak to the brothers?" Asked another. The reporters began shouting questions as the guard and the agent began to make their way inside.
"Come on." Rocco whispered and the two of us made our way up the stairs and into the police department, and no one said a damn thing.
We made our way to the holding cells, where Rocco took off his glasses, and started down to the last cell.
"Hey, Rocco, how you doin'?" A man in the cell smiled at him.
"Hey!" Rocco grinned, smiling at him before reached the last cell. In the background, a lock was unlocked as a cop put a man in that cell not the one we were heading to, one in the back).
The first one to see us was with Murphy.
A grin appeared on his face and he slammed his cards down as stood. "Yeah!" He walked to the cell door and opened his arms as Rocco threw the clothes down and hugged him. Okay. So both of the guys wore a robe and boxers and boots. No shirt.
Alright then.
Connor's had a good amount of blood at the top and white bandages were around his wrists. My eyes widened at the sight. He shook his head and gave me a one-armed hug. I smiled a bit. I guess these guys were happy to see other people instead of cops. Rocco started to dig into his shirt as Connor looked over at him.
"What have you got there?" he asked right as Rocco took of two Celtic crosses and handed them to the brothers.
"Ahh." Murphy grinned, grabbing his.
"Very nice." Connor grinned as well and took his. They put them on and the two of them seemed happier than they were before. Murphy made his way over to me as Connor and Rocco started talking (mainly Connor thanking Rocco for the clothes and crosses). I bit the inside of my cheek. Don't say something stupid, don't you fucking dare.
"Hey." Murphy smiled a little.
"Hi." I smiled back.
"Those mine?" he pointed at the clothes.
"Ah, yeah. Yeah, these are yours." I nodded. "Yup. Definitely yours."
"Thank you. You didn't have to come."
"I wanted to. Besides, Rocco kind of made me." I shrugged. Murphy chuckled.
"You know..." He said after a moment. "I didn't get the chance to tell ya last night, but... I really liked that sweater on you."
"The green one?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah."
I blinked. "Is it because you're Irish? Because I think a lot of Irish people like green."
At this, Murphy laughed. "No, it's not because I'm Irish. I just think green's a good color on ya, that's all."
I smiled a bit, trying not to blush. "Thank you."
Goddammit.