Author's Note:
Hi readers! First of all, thank you so much to those who reviewed so far, they really keep me motivated to carry on the story.
Secondly, I know I've dragged it out a bit, three chapters in and still no sign of the boys. But no worries, they will definitely be in this one. And I really apologise if the Irish accent thing is a bit off, I'm only basing it off their voices in the movies.
Anyway, that's about it but I hope you enjoy the chapter. And review if you can! :).
I dumped my shoulder-bag on the banister and rubbed my forehead stressfully - again.
It was Friday and while I'd usually be over the moon, I was close to dying. Today was the day Camille would send me in to begin our plan.
"Grace! That you?!"
I rolled my eyes and entered the living room where she was waiting. "You know it's me Camille, mom and dad never come home until at least 12:00."
She shrugged in response. "Helps to be cautious."
"I guess." I muttered as I sat down on the opposite couch.
"Anyway," She started, pulling on her denim jacket. "You ready?"
"Fuck no." I replied, wringing my hands nervously.
"Don't worry about it, they're pretty easy to get." She shrugged.
"Yeah, because that makes me feel so much better about this."
She rolled her eyes at my sarcasm and stood from the couch. "Calm down Grace, you're being weird."
I stood up and followed her towards the door. "No, I'm being normal. Considering what we're about to do and all."
We exited the house and I made sure to lock the door before following her to the car.
"Where are we going anyway?" I asked, crossing my arms.
She shrugged as she unlocked the blue convertible, climbing into the driver's seat. "The Irish part of town."
My eyes widened as I got into the car. "You're kidding me?"
"Nope." She shook her head, shoving the key in. "That's where they are, so that's where we're going."
"How do you know they'll be there? They could be anywhere. Work, that bar, their friends' house..."
"Grace!" She exclaimed, cutting me off. I looked to see her with her eyebrows raised. "Calm down, they'll be there."
"That's why I'm freaking out!"
She rolled her eyes and slid on her sunglasses, followed by a black baseball hat.
"What's that for?" I sighed, shaking my head at her.
"Protection of identity. Can't have the assholes recognizing me now can we?"
"So you throw on some shades and a baseball hat and now you're invisible? You can be such a comedian sometimes." I chuckled, resting my head on my palm.
"Shut it."
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"Why did we stop here?" I asked, my eyes narrowed in confusion.
We'd been driving for a while and had just stopped in a random part of the street. It was pretty busy but I couldn't see anything worth sticking around for. Well, except for the small diner a few buildings down. Though it was pretty small.
"That is why." Camille replied, pointing to the small diner.
"What's the plan?" I sighed, turning to face her as she switched off the car.
"Okay here's what you do," She lifted the cap and shoved her hair up into it before fully turning to face me. "You're gonna go in there, sit as close to those guys as you can - without it being creepy - and then I'll do the rest."
"What make's you so sure they'll be there?"
She shrugged. "I may have had my best friend's boyfriend follow 'em."
"You're serious?" I questioned, my eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"Well, he's married, she threatened to tell his wife that he was going to the club every night. Works out fine for me anyway."
I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Figures."
"Okay, now go in there and make me proud."
I nodded and climbed out of the car before turning and resting my hands on the door. "How do I know if it's them?"
"Oh believe me, you'll know."
She smirked and took off down the road and around the corner, leaving me alone in a part of town I'd never been to before.
I turned to face the small diner and took a deep breath before pulling the door open. The bell above the door jingled as I walked in and I winced, trying to be as quiet as possible.
As I slowly made my way further into the diner, I took in everything, and actually hoped that the brothers weren't here. But I knew my luck wasn't that good. They were two of the seven people in the place, and were sitting pretty close to the entrance.
Camille wasn't lying when she told me that I'd know who the boys were, it was pretty obvious. They pretty much wore the same clothes; Jeans, boot, black T-shirt, and a black coat. But both were very different appearance wise.
Neither one had noticed me and I was quite grateful for it, but I knew it would only be a matter of time. Whatever Camille had planned wouldn't be good for me, but it would probably get their attention.
I sat at the table to their left - next to the window - and picked up the small menu, pretending to scan it over. Camille had leant me five dollars, telling me that if I was going into a diner, I'd need to order something to make it believable. For someone who worked in a strip-club, she had the brain to be working in the police-force. Although she'd probably be someone they'd send in as an undercover whore, or something slutty like that. And knowing my sister, she'd probably enjoy it too.
"What can I get yah?"
I looked up to see a young blonde waitress holding a notepad and pencil.
"Got anything under five bucks?" I asked sheepishly, resting my head on my palm.
She smiled in amusement and nodded. "You can get a nice Gingerbread man and cup of tea for 3.50."
"Then I'll take it."
She nodded and headed back towards the front while I lowered the menu, instead choosing to stare out the window.
"Hey baby."
I looked up and my eyes widened.
The guy leering down at me was big - to put it simply anyway. He wasn't overweight, well, not a lot. But he was quite muscly, too muscly in-fact. His head was shaven and he had a slight beard growing. To say I was nervous would be an understatement - I was scared shitless.
"Hi," I replied hesitatingly.
He sat down opposite me and rested his arms on the table as he leaned forward. "Can I buy yah something?"
I immediately shook my head. "No thanks, I'm good."
As I slid my hands back towards me, away from the man, he moved forward and took hold of my left with his right. "C'mon darlin'," He kissed my knuckles and I grimaced, attempting to pull my hand back.
"No, now back off." I snapped.
He narrowed his eyes and used his other hand to grip my forearm. I gasped as his grip tightened, knowing there would most likely be a bruise the next day. "Obviously you misunderstood me."
I bit down on my bottom lip as the pain in my arm increased. "Please."
"I'm sure the lady understood ye jus' fine."
Both me and the unknown jackass turned our heads, only to find the brothers watching us intently.
"Yeah? Well I don't think she did." His grip loosened but didn't let up.
"Let 'er go, now." The lighter-haired brother demanded.
I still wasn't exactly sure which brother it was my sister slept with, but in that moment I didn't care. I'd probably kiss either one if they got the guy off me.
"You gonna do something if I don't?" The man questioned.
"Yeah, we will." The darker-haired brother replied, his eyes flickering towards my arm, which was still held in a pretty tight grip.
They had a pretty intense stare-down but the guy finally released my arm. I whipped it towards my chest and looked down to see red fingerprint marks that I knew would develop into bruises.
"Fine, bitch ain't worth it." He snapped before jumping to his feet - knocking the chair down as he did - and exiting the diner.
I sighed and rubbed my forearm with my thumb, attempting to sooth the slight ache.
"Ye alright lass?"
"I'll be fine, guy had a pretty tight grip." I replied, gesturing towards the door.
The lighter-haired brother slid his chair forward and gently took my arm, inspecting the marks. And while he did that, I took the time to inspect the two better.
While no one would be able to tell they were brothers - let alone twins - their eyes gave them away. If you looked close enough you could tell that they had the same blue-eyes. And in that moment it didn't matter which brother my sister slept with, I could tell why she had - they were both seriously hot. Too hot even.
"Probably be some light bruisin' later, nothin' too bad I s'pose." He told me, leaning back in his seat while releasing my arm.
"My own fault, really. Should've just let him buy me something." I sighed, shaking my head slightly.
"No, you shouldn' have, ye weren't interested. Guy just couldn' take a hint." The dark-haired brother reassured.
I smiled slightly and nodded. "Thanks, by the way. I guess I owe you guys now, huh?"
They both smirked and the lighter-haired brother shrugged. "Tell us yer name an' we'll be even."
"Grace." I replied without any hesitation. This was my chance to get closer to the enemy and I wasn't letting it pass by. Christ was I starting to sound like Camille.
"Beautiful name. Jus' as beautiful as it's owner."
I giggled lightly and bit the corner of my bottom lip. "Thanks."
"Fuckin' charming ain't ye?" The dark-haired brother muttered sarcastically, earning a small glare from his brother. "Me name's Murphy, that flirt's name is Connor."
"Nice to meet you guys. And thanks - again."
"It was no problem lass, guy's like that shouldn' be touchin' ye." Connor replied.
"Although, can't exactly blame 'im." Murphy added. I smiled in amusement as Connor leaned over and smacked him across the back of the head. "What was that for?"
"You know what it was for." Connor pointed a finger at his brother warningly.
"Thanks guys, but I have to get going." I admitted, rising from my chair.
They both looked away from each other and up at me.
"What about yer food or whatever?" Murphy gestured towards the bar and I remembered that I'd actually ordered something.
"Actually I think I'd better leave before another creep hits on me." I shrugged.
"Look me brother didn' mean anythin' before..." Connor started, but was cut off as his brother hit him.
"What the fuck make's ye think I'm makin' 'er leave?!"
They started up again and I had to wonder if this was a daily occurrence. But with them being brothers, I guess that it most likely was.
"Guys!" I exclaimed, earning their attention - again. "Neither one of you is making me leave, if anything I'd like to stay and chat to you boys. But I have to be getting home."
Lying had never been a difficult thing for me. But I did lie to my parents faces nearly every single day, so this was nothing.
"Can we at least walk ye out?" Murphy asked, leaning back in his seat.
"I don't know, can you?" I shrugged before exiting the diner.
As soon as I exited the diner I heard the doorbell ring again behind me, and I knew they'd followed me out.
"So, how're you gettin' home?"
I turned to face the brothers and shrugged my shoulders. "Lift from a friend. What about you guys?"
"We won't be home for a while, lass. Got a lot of drinkin' ta do. It is Friday after all." Connor shrugged.
I nodded in understanding and suddenly noticed a familiar blue convertible parked across the street. The top was up and I could faintly see Camille inside.
"Sounds like a plan. Well it was nice meeting you guys, but my rides here." I gestured to the car and they both glanced back before turning to face me again.
"Alright lass, well as long as ye can get 'ome safe." Murphy nodded.
"Of course. Maybe I'll see you guys again." I shrugged, my voice slightly hopeful.
Connor nodded. "Maybe. It is a small town after all."
"Bye guys, and thanks again." I smiled, turning to head towards Camille's car.
"You too Grace."
They both waved and I gave them a small wave in return before making my way towards the car, feeling slightly triumphant as I did.