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I practically skipped into McGinty's the next night, completely content with my life. Camille had let me out of the plan, which meant I could carry on with life as normal. Sure, I'd eventually have to let Connor know that I was a minor, but I didn't plan on letting that happen yet. I'd probably let him know later on in life, if I was with him for that long anyway. If I wasn't, then there was no reason for him to know. And until I absolutely had to tell him, I wasn't going to. And now that I knew Camille wouldn't either, everything seemed so much more easier.

"Eh Gracie!"

I smiled and hopped up onto a nearby stool. "Hi Murphy."

"What's got ye so 'appy tonight lass?"

"What makes you think I'm happy?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

He smirked and shrugged. "I got dis little thing where I can tell what a girls feelin'."

I rolled my eyes. "So that you know which one's are emotionally damaged and available, right?"

"Right. So, what's got ye so happy?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I'm just having one of those days."

"Fair 'nough."

"So, where's Rocco or your twin?" I asked, resting my folded arms on the bar top.

"Rocco's...workin'." I narrowed my eyes slightly at his hesitant reply, but let him carry on. "An' me dear brother is out somewhere."

I nodded in understanding. "So, just me and you tonight?"

He nodded. "Aye."

"You don't mind me sticking around do you? I mean, it's just that I haven't got anywhere else to go."

"It's a'right lass." He reassured with a light chuckle. "Ye can stay as long as ye want."

I sighed in relief and nodded. "Thanks. So, I'm curious about something."

"What would dat be Grace?"

"Why on earth are you alone on a Saturday night? I thought you'd be halfway home with a drunk red-head by now."

He took a long drag of his cigarette and I waited patiently for a reply. "Well, sometimes I jus' need a break."

My eyebrows raised. "Really?"

"Yup."

"Wow, and here I was thinking guys always wanted sex."

"Ye got a lot ta learn little Gracie." He smirked, blowing the smoke out.

I nodded and shuffled closer, tilting my head slightly. "Hey Murph'."

He turned to face me. "Aye?"

"You okay?" I asked, resting my head on my right palm.

"O' course 'm fine lass, why would ye think otherwise?"

"I don't know, I've probably got a sixth-sense for this kind of thing but I can tell when people are unhappy. According to my best friend I have this...thing, where I need to make them happy. So come on McManus, tell me what's going on in that Irish brain of yours." I shrugged, earning a small chuckle from him.

"Nothin' Grace, don' worry 'bout et." He reassured.

I pouted and rolled my eyes. "Fine, so what do you wanna do?"

"Firs' of all, we're gettin' some drinks down ye. Dat way yer more likely to talk." He grinned, waving Doc over.

"W...what can I get ye?" The old bartender asked, resting both hands flat on the bar-top.

"Two beers, I'll be payin' fer both o' course."

"B...be right back." Doc told us, letting out another loud 'Fuck!Ass!' as he passed by.

"You planning on interrogating me Murphy?" I teased, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Nah lass, jus' had a feelin' ye wanted a drink." He shrugged, putting the now-small cigarette into a nearby ashtray.

"Well your 'feeling' was spot on. Good work."

He nodded, looking rather proud of himself. "I do try."

Doc finally returned with two large glasses of beer, placing down one in front of me and the other in front of Murphy. The darker-haired twin immediately gulped down enarly half of his, while I took a small sip of mine. Thankfully I'd gotten used to the taste, but I wasn't sure I'd be ready for Whiskey yet.

"So, ask away McManus." I sighed in mock-annoyance.

"Oh I will Carter." He smirked, lighting up another cigarette.

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"Okay, I have another question for you." I told him, folding my arms on the table.

Like every other time I came here, I'd lost track of time. Murphy and I had been talking for a while, even though it didn't seem that long. And like the times before, I'd also lost count of how many drinks I'd had. Did I feel drunk? Nope. But no one really knew until they stood up, then they either hit the deck or remained standing. But judging by the fact I was a little light-headed and feeling quite content, I assumed I was a little drunk if not a lot. I'd only be able to tell when I stood up, which I didn't plan on attempting for another hour at least.

"Ask away Gracie." He waved, downing another shot of whiskey. Unlike me, Murphy had almost instantly moved onto the harder stuff. Though I was pretty sure it took a lot for him to get drunk, since he obviously came to bars a lot with his brother. Their alcohol tolerance levels were probably pretty high.

"Okay, so you all know my lucky number. What's yours?" I curiously asked, leaning forward slightly.

He grinned and paused for a moment, taking yet another drag of yet another cigarette. "Ye really wanna know?"

I rolled my eyes. "Wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"A'right, me lucky number is..." He took a long pause as we stared at each other, releasing the smoke through his lips.

"Murphy I swear to god!" I exclaimed, gently smacking my hands against the table.

He laughed at my impatience, leaning back against the wall. "Lords name, lass."

I groaned and folded my knees underneath me, giving myself more leverage to lean in closer. "C'mon, tell me."

Murphy leaned up closer, as though he was about to tell me some big secret. "I lost count."

"You are such a man-whore." I giggled, shaking my head at him.

"Oi! Yer the one dat asked." He replied defensively.

"Okay, okay, I guess I should have seen this coming. Okay then, what's your number for actual relationships?"

"Like dates and what-not?" I nodded in confirmation and he paused, eyes flickering as he thought. "Uh...'bout, five."

My eyes widened slightly. "Five?"

"Uh-huh."

"Fuck me." I muttered.

"When an' where?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Ass. But seriously, why five?"

He shrugged. "Not sure, sometimes I like a girl, sometimes I don'."

"That's actually fair enough."

"I know. Not sure what Connor's lucky number is though, ye'll 'ave ta ask him yerself."

"You know what, I probably will. I mean, he knows my number it's only fair I get to know his." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Murphy nodded but narrowed his eyes, slightly tilting his head. "Ye not bothered by et?"

"Not really." I replied, shaking my head. "I mean, I didn't know him at the time so what do I have to be bothered by? Those girls may have had him then, but I'm the one that's got him now. And I don't plan on letting him go soon."

"Ye really are somethin' else Gracie." He chuckled, shaking his head in slight disbelief.

"Your brother tells me the exact same thing." I told him, tilting my head slightly.

"I mean et. Half the girls I talk ta wouldn' say what yer sayin' ta me now. They'd scream, hit me and fuck-knows what else."

I shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you. I guess I'm different."

He slowly nodded. "Aye."

I smiled and brought my hair over my left shoulder, toying with my pendant. "What?" I demanded, noticing his stare.

"Nothin', nothin'." He rushed.

I nodded sceptically and he slowly slid his hand across the table, the tips of his fingers grazing the back of my hand. Instead of pulling away though - like I should have, I allowed him to take my right hand in his own. Both our gazes remained on our currently linked hands. It was almost impossible for me to look away, I didn't know what to think about it, and it felt like everything had slowed down.

"D'ye think ye would've ever liked me, like ye like me brother?" He brought my hand back towards him, taking it with both hands.

"I...I don't know." I stuttered, my heartbeat increasing.

Murphy smiled slightly and brought my hand towards his lips, pressing soft kisses to each fingertip. His eyes narrowed though he seemed completely calm, a lot calmer than me that was for sure. I let out a small gasp as he lightly kissed the centre of my palm, before dragging his lips down towards my wrist.

"Ye never thought o' me dat way lass?"

Slowly, he moved across the table between us, gently gripping the back of my neck with his left hand. I held my breath as he stroked the side of my neck with the fingers of his right hand.

"Ye so gorgeous Gracie."

Before I could so much as utter a reply, he moved quickly, slanting his mouth over mine. I should have pulled away, should have shouted or screamed...but I didn't. I sighed into his mouth and gripped the back of his neck with my right hand, drawing him further in. Murphy grunted slightly and sped up his movement, letting his tongue slid against my closed lips.

"Grace!"

Finally, I came to my senses. I recoiled away from Murphy, panting as I pressed the back of my hand against my lips. What had I done?. I was no better than Camille and her slutty friends...no, I was worse. I'd kissed the guy I was seeing's twin brother - his best friend. And I didn't even want to think what would have happened to me, had Doc not called my name.

"Uh...yeah?!" I questioned, avoiding Murphy's gaze.

"D...Dere's a girl on the phone for ye, Camille!"

"Tell her I'll be right there!" I told him.

Doc nodded and headed into the back where the phone was kept, meanwhile I finally spared a glance at Murphy. The twin looked just as stunned and breathless as me, staring down at the table with wide eyes. We were just as bad as each other. He'd kissed his brothers girlfriend - if that was what I could be labelled as. And I'd kissed my boyfriend's brother...no, I'd kissed his twin. Which made it worse, ten times worse even.

"Murphy..." I silently started, but I had to pause. What was there to say?.

"It's a'right lass, jus' go take the call. We can talk when ye get back." He reassured, though he sounded slightly unsure at the moment.

I nodded - more to myself, and rose from my seat, heading into the hall where the phone was. Thankfully my breathing had returned to normal, but my nervous tingles hadn't. It was the exact same feeling one got if running from someone, like an adrenaline rush but at the same time it was scary as hell. I didn't like the feeling, but I couldn't think about it now. I had to see what my sister wanted, see if she was okay.

"Hi, Camille?" I asked, putting the receiver to my ear.

"Hey sis, guess who decided to stop by." She sang.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, leaning against the wall behind me. "Who?"

"Connor."

It felt as though everything was slowly crashing down. Why was Connor at my house? What had Camille told him?. All the questions were spinning around in my head and I suddenly felt very sick.

"Camille, what did you say to him?" I finally asked, clutching my stomach with one arm to stop the turns.

"Oh nothing much, but he's pretty eager to see you little sister. Looks a little pissed too, probably because I told him the truth." She replied, her tone frighteningly nonchalant.

"Camille, what did you say to him?"

"Why don't you come home and find out."

With that one last reply, she hung up the phone, leaving me scared and nervous in the hall. What had she done? Why had she done it?. I took deep breaths and rushed out of the hall, stopping as I reached Murphy's table.

"Listen Murphy, I have to home, but I'll speak to you about this soon."

He stood from his seat and grabbed his coat, pulling it on as he followed me out of the bar. "Grace! Wait!"

I waved a hand and a cab soon pulled up. "I can't talk Murphy, I have to get home."

"Is Connor dere?"

"No...yes...I mean, I can't explain it right now."

"Grace, what's wrong wit ye?" He asked.

I shook my head and pulled on the cab door, practically jumping into the back seats. "I can't explain it now. Murphy I swear I'll talk to you about what happened, but later. Please let me get home, if I don't something bad will happen."

"Jus' let me come wit ye." He sighed, shoving his hands into the coat pockets.

"Yes, just get in, okay? I don't have time for this."

I scooted over in the cab seats and he climbed in, slamming the door shut after him.

"Where to?" The cabbie questioned.

"Millstone Road, and make it fast."

He nodded and I took deep breaths as we started to move. Praying that my sister hadn't done something she shouldn't have.