Chapter Five: Breakfast
I opened my eyes and the morning sun blinded me. I smiled when I felt an arm wrapped around my waist. I turned and looked into Murphy's eyes.
"Good morning, Katie," he said. I smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Good morning," I replied. I closed my eyes again. I didn't open them until I heard the shower running. I sat up and rubbed my eyes to gain focus. I grabbed a pair of the boys' boxers and pulled them over my hips. I was still wearing Murphy's t-shirt. I quietly gathered my things, thinking I would be doing the walk of shame back to my apartment.
"Ya not leaving already?" Connor asked. I turned and he was standing in a bathrobe boxers and boots. Murphy was dressed the same.
"I wasn't sure," I stammered.
"We don't wan ya' to go," Murphy said pulling me back to the bed. I sat down beside him and Connor sat on his bed across from me.
"What ya want for breakfast?" Connor asked.
"A shower and clean clothes," I said.
"Na you look better in Murph's shirt than he ever did," Connor replied. "Come 'ere let me see your face." Connor pulled me to him and examined the bruise on my face. He pressed it a little.
"Ouch," I responded.
"Sorry," he said and kissed my cheek. "If those bastards had done worse…" Connor was interrupted by the two Russians kicking in the door.
"Freeze, you fucking Irish faggots," Checkov ordered at gunpoint, "Get the fuck up!" Checkov had a bandage around his head. His friend had his nose taped up and a bandage across his butt. The second Russian yanked me up by my arm.
"Get your fucking hands off of her!" Murphy yelled. The Russian pointed his gun at Murphy's head. Checkov yanked Connor up by the arms and cuffed his wrist and slammed him down on the toilet.
"Cuff yourself!" Checkov yelled at Connor pointing his gun. "You know why I come here. I come here to kill you. But I no think I kill you. I kill your brother. Shoot him in the head. Then I fuck your girlfriend in front of you."
"Fuck you!" Connor yelled.
The Russian yanked me by the arm and Checkov kicked Murphy out the door.
"Connor!" Murphy yelled. I looked back trying to hide the fear that was written across my face. "It was just a bar fight," Murphy continued, "You guys are fucking pussies." They shoved us into the elevator and out the alley door.
"You broke my nose you fucking bitch," the Russian said and hit me in the head with the but of his gun. I saw blood.
"I hope your conscience is clear, Irishman," Checkov stated pushing Murphy to his knees holding the gun to his head.
"Wait," I shouted. "I'll do you first."
"Katie, no," Murphy said. Checkov lowered his zipper. I looked up and could not believe what I was seeing. Connor had ripped the toilet out of the floor and was standing on the balcony. He dropped it. I covered my head and dove for Murphy. The toilet broke over the head of Checkov. Connor leaped from the balcony and onto the ground.
I stood and ran to Connor who lay unconscious on the ground. I felt his chest for a heartbeat. I nodded at Murphy when I heard it. The Russian started to charge us. Murphy picked up the lid to the toilet and broke it over the Russian's head.
"Are you ok?" he looked at me. I nodded. Blood was oozing out of the gash on my head but otherwise I was ok.
"What are you doing?" I watched Murphy pick through the pockets of the two dead Russians. I handed him a bag and he dropped the guns and all the contents of their pockets. He hoisted Connor over his shoulder. I looked back at the Russians lying on the ground.
"Come on, Katie," Murphy yelled.
I followed him for several blocks until we entered Saint Anne's Hospital. The boys had made many trips to Saint Anne's. No questions were asked. One doctor cut the cuffs off Connor who finally came too.
"Looks like you'll need stitches in that miss," the doctor said to me. "Follow me." Murphy started to follow.
"Stay with Connor," I said, "I'll be ok." The doctor washed the blood from my head and stitched it up. Eight stitches.
"That will heal up in a few days," the doctor told me.
"Thank you," I stood and walked back to the waiting room. I smiled seeing Connor playing the slap game with a little kid. Murphy smacked the kid's hand.
"That was so quick you didn't feel it go, could ya?" Connor said to the kid, "Look at the ceiling."
"That's cheating you know," I smiled.
"How's your head?" Murphy asked me.
"I'll look like Frankenstein for a few days but I'll be ok," I responded.
"I'm sorry, Katie," Connor said.
"It's not your fault," I responded.
"It's Doc," Murphy stated pointing at the door, "Thanks for coming."
"What the fuck happened?" Doc inquired, "A-a-are you b-b-boys alright?"
"We're alive," Connor answered.
"An FBI agent came by the bar and left me his c-car. Oh fuck he left me this," Doc said, "Fuck! Ass!"
"What are you going to do?" I asked Connor.
"We ought to turn ourselves in," Connor answered, "Tell him it was self defense."
"T-t-that's what he said," Doc replied.
"How the fuck does he know?" Murphy asked, "We haven't spoken to anyone."
"D-d-don't know, didn't say," Doc answered.
"Alright Doc," Murphy said, "We need you to do us a favor."
"A-a-anything," Doc responded.
"Hold onto this," Connor handed Doc the bag of the Russians' things. "We're gonna come back for it when we get out. And take Katie home."
"No I'm going with you," I stated. "If nothing else I'm a witness."
"We don't want you involved in this," Connor said.
"The fucker hit me in the head," I responded, "I'm already fucking involved."
"Go with Doc," Murphy pleaded, "Katie, please."
"Find Rocco and go back to our place," Connor added, "Bring us our rosaries. If the FBI agent needs to talk to ya' he can do it then."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Ya'," Connor replied, "Get cleaned up and we'll take you to dinner."
"Ok," I followed Doc out the door.
"Fuck! Ass!" Doc yelled.
"None of that cursing was directed at you," Connor said to the kid. He and Murphy headed to the police station. I got into Doc's car and he drove me home.
"B-b-be careful, K-k-Katie," he said as I got out of the car. I walked slowly up the stairs. I found my key in its hiding spot and let myself in.
I looked down at myself. I was still wearing Murphy's t-shirt and Connor's boxer and socks. My nosy neighbors will have a field day. I slowly removed the clothes. There were bruises forming on my arm where the Russian had grabbed me. I climbed in the shower and washed the best I could with out getting water on my stitches.
"Rocco?" I said into the phone after I got dressed, "I need you to take me to Connor and Murphy's house."
"Why?" he asked.
"I can't tell you over the phone," I replied, "Just come fucking pick me up."
"Ok, you don't have to be a bitch about it," he responded and hung up the phone. Moments later, I heard a tap at my door.
"What the fuck happened to your face?" he asked when I opened the door.
"Nice to see you too," I responded. "Come in."
"The fuck," Rocco exclaimed after I re-laid the story. "Would you really have sucked that Commie bastard's dick?"
"I think you missed the moral of the story, Rocco," I replied. "I need to get to them. Let's go."
"Alright alright," he said and I climbed into his Lincoln.
"Here's a change of clothes and their beads," I stated while I was gathering things for the boys, "What else would they need?" Rocco looked at me and shrugged. "I don't know what you need in jail. I've never fucking been."
"Toothbrush," he replied. "Come on let's go." I climbed back into his Lincoln. We waited outside as the Commissioner spoke to the press.
"The McManus brothers will be released at the time and place of their choosing." he said.
I pushed my sunglasses up on my nose and followed Rocco inside. He high fived some of the inmates. I laughed.
"Why are you still here?" I asked.
"We want to avoid the press," Murphy answered.
I looked at Connor, "You promised me dinner."
"How 'bout you come get us in the morning? And we'll have breakfast instead," he replied.
"Are you sure you want to stay here?" I asked.
"Ya'," Murphy answered. They kissed me on the cheek and pushed me out the door.
