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Chapter Six: Date Night

I made my way to the police station early. I wanted Connor and Murphy out as soon as possible.

"Sorry, miss," Detective Greenly said, "I can't release any information about the McManus Brothers to you."

"Look asshole, I'm not asking for information. I already know what happened. I'm here to pick them up," I responded.

"Detective Greenly can be a little abrasive," Detective Duffy said, "He's mother dropped him on his head or something. The boys will be out soon."

"Thank you," I replied.

"You wanna cup of coffee, while you wait?" Duffy asked.

"That would be great, thank you," I answered and sat down in a chair by Duffy.

"Which one is your boyfriend?" Greenly asked.

"Both of them actually," I responded. Greenly's jaw dropped. I smiled.

"Would you consider go out with a cop?" Greenly asked.

"Maybe if he drug a potato on a string through South Boston," I responded. The cops and I laughed. I saw my boys exit the holding cell area.

"Katie!" Murphy yelled and hugged me tightly.

"You gotta pen?" Connor asked. I nodded and dug one out of my purse. He took it and walked to the pay phones. Murphy shook his head at me so I wouldn't ask any questions.

"Did you see this?" I asked showing him the morning paper. "Saints of South Boston." I read. Murphy laughed and blessed me with coffee. I flung some back at him.

"Ya ready?" Connor asked when he came back. I saw him stick a slip of paper in his pocket. I tucked my hand in his arm and we started towards the door.

"Detective Greenly," I started, "Have a nice day." I winked at him and walked off with my boys.

We walked down a few blocks and entered a diner. It was late in the morning so it wasn't as crowded. I slid into the booth next to Connor and fished in his pocket.

"Katie, this isn't the place for that," he laughed. I pulled the slip of paper out of his pocket. "Give that back to me."

"Not until you tell me what's at the Copley Plaza Hotel," I demanded.

"You wouldn't understand," Connor said.

"I would if you tell me what's going on," I responded. "And why did you write it in Russian?"

"We don't want you involved, Katie," Murphy answered.

"I'm already involved," I responded. "Just tell me, please."

"God spoke to us in a dream," Connor said.

"Ok," I replied.

"He told us 'Destroy all which is evil," Connor explained.

"So that all that is good may flourish," Murphy finished. "We're taking them out."

"I'm in," I said.

Connor looked at Murphy and they had a silent conversation.

"I know you have this twin telepathy thing going on but you're not talking me out of it. If you're going to do this," I stated, "I'm helping you."

"Non ha intenzione di mollare," Connor said in Italian.

"Dobbiamo lasciare andare?" Murphy responded in Italian.

"It's not polite to talk about someone in another language," I stated. "And no, I'm not giving up." They both looked at me in awe.

"When did ya learn Italian?" Connor asked.

"I had to learn something while I was in college," I responded.

"Ya' sure ya want ta do this?" Murphy asked.

"Yes," I stated. "I've got the bag you gave Doc at my apartment. You'll need it to trade for supplies."

"Ok, Katie," Connor said, "But ya gotta do what we say." I nodded.

"It's in the top of my bedroom closet," I told Murphy when we entered my apartment, "I didn't want to leave a bag of guns lying around for everyone to see." I flipped on my computer and started searching.

"Wha' ya lookin' for?" Connor asked over my shoulder.

"A layout of the Copley Plaza hotel," I answered, "What room are they in?"

"701," he answered and brushed my hair away from my neck. He started to rub my shoulders. I closed my eyes for a moment.

"Stop trying to distract me," I said. He chuckled and sat down on my couch.

"Got it," Murphy said entering the room again with the shopping bag in his hand.

"Ya still know the guy?" Connor asked Murphy.

"Aye," Murphy responded.

"Let me print this off and we can go," I said. "Am I dressed ok to meet a gun dealer?"

"Aye, Ya look perfect," Connor answered. We climbed in his car and rode to the destination.

The gun dealer was another Irishman. He was small. Not at all, what I would picture. Connor and Murphy handed over the contents of the shopping bag. Gave him the Russians' guns, jewelry, and wads of cash.

"Knock yourselves out," the dealer said handing them two large duffle bags. "You shoot sweetheart?"

"I can," I answered. He handed me a Berretta.

"It's lightweight but packs a punch," he said.

"Thank you," I responded. I verified the safety was on and tucked it in my belt. I then walked into the gunroom where Connor and Murphy where ogling all the weapons. "You finding what you like?"

"Too many choices," Murphy replied.

"You know what we need," Conner stated, "Some rope."

"What are you, insane?" Murphy responded.

"No, it ain't," Conner returned. "Charlie Bronson's always got rope."

"What?" I asked.

"He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies," Conner answered. "They always end up using it." Murphy and Connor were movie buffs. They always watched James Bond and Charles Bronson movies.

"You've lost it," Murphy responded.

"I'm serious," Conner stated.

"That's stupid," Murphy said, "Name one thing you'll need a rope for."

"You don't fucking know what you're gonna need it for," Conner replied, "They just always need it."

"This isn't a movie, "Murphy said. I listened to their bantering and walked to where Murphy had put his bag. I looked at the things in his bag. I pulled out a long hunting knife.

"If you can be Rambo, then he can be 007," I said.

"All right get your stupid fucking rope," Murphy conceded.

"I'll get my stupid rope," Connor pulled a climbing rope off a hook on the wall and put it in his bag. We gathered our things and headed toward the hotel.

"Katie, don't go in there," Murphy said.

"Ya just keep an eye out," Connor added.

"Ok I'll keep watch," I agreed. I pushed the button on the elevator to stop it. "There should be a vent shaft just above this floor. Should be about 100 or so feet and you'll be above room 701."

"Ya nervous?" Connor asked Murphy.

"A bit," Murphy replied. They armed themselves with two Berettas equipped with silencers. They put on black gloves and black ski masks.

"You and your fucking rope," Murphy said putting the rope over his shoulder.

"Wait," I said as they started to climb up through the elevator roof.

"What, Katie? We gotta do this now," Connor said. I lifted his mask and kissed him on the lips. He grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. He broke away before I was ready.

"Be careful, ok?" I said softly. Connor nodded and pulled his mask back down. Murphy hoisted him through the elevator ceiling tile.

"What about me?" Murphy asked.

"I wouldn't forget you," I said and lifted his mask and kissed him. Murphy clinched my hips and traced his tongue across my lower lip. I opened my mouth and he sought out my tongue with his.

Connor yelled to Murphy, "Let's go." I smiled when Murphy released me. I handed them their flashlights through the ceiling and they were off. I exited the elevator and waited outside of suite 701.

I stood there listening for what seemed like an eternity. I heard the elevator ding again so I ducked around the corner. It was just a bellhop bringing food. He stopped in front of 701 and my heart dropped. I peaked around the corner. It was not a bellhop it was Rocco. I crept my way around the corner and saw a masked Conner grab Rocco by the hair and pull him into the room. I chuckled to myself and followed through the door that remained open.

"What the fuck?" I heard Connor yell, "It's a fucking six shooter."

"Nine bodies genius," Murphy shouted, "What were you gonna do laugh the other three to death, funny man?"

"There was only supposed to be two," Rocco looked around the room at the dead bodies. "You guys did a good job."

"We gotta do him right here!" Connor shouted.

"Don't kill me!" Rocco pleaded, "Don't kill me, please."

"Boys," I said from behind them, "You're gonna make him piss his pants." Connor and Murphy lifted their masks and laughed at Rocco.

"What an idiot," Connor laughed.

Rocco looked all around the room and shouted, "Fucking, what the fuck, who the fuck, Fuck this fuckin', how did you two fucks, fuck!"

"Never knew there were that many ways to use that word," I laughed. "Let's get out of here."

"Katie, ya weren't supposed to go in there," Connor scolded me, once we were safely away from the hotel.

"I'll buy dinner. Will that make it up to you?" I said.

"Ok," Murphy responded, "We'll buy the beer." I felt like I was getting the better end of the deal. I wanted to dress for the occasion so I ditched my normal jeans and sweater for heals and a skirt.

An hour later, I tapped on Rocco's door with two large pizzas in hand. The boys greeted me by handing me a shot of liquor and a can of Guinness. Murphy took the pizzas out of my hand and Connor pulled me into his lap.

"So is it any one you think is evil?" Rocco asked.

"Aye," Connor responded. I grabbed a cigarette and Connor flicked his Zippo to light it for me.

"Isn't that a little psycho?" Rocco asked.

"What's psycho is that decent men they go home and turn on the news and see rapist and murders, child molesters getting out of prison," Connor answered.

"Mafioso's caught with twenty kilos getting out on bail same fucking day," Murphy added.

"Everyone thinks the same thing," I started.

"Someone should kill the mother fuckers," Connor finished.

"Kill them all," Murphy added. "You've even thought about it."

"This is heavy shit. Lone Ranger heavy," Rocco said standing and pacing the room, "There's so much shit that pisses me off. You are not just talking about mob guys. You want pimps and drug dealers and all that shit too?"

"Right," Connor answered.

I felt the effects of the alcohol hit me suddenly. Still sitting in Connor's lap I pulled Murphy to me and fiercely kissed his lips. "Tell me," I stammered, "How did you shoot all those mother fuckers?"

"The roof caved in and we were like this," Murphy leaned back on to holding his head and pointing his gun upside down, "Hanging by Connor's stupid fucking rope. They didn't even jump over the couch like they do on TV."

"Easy, huh?" I nuzzled my head into Connor's neck.

"Ya it was," Connor answered and slid his hand along my inner thigh. I kissed him softly below his ear. I smile hearing him moan softly. "Wha' are ya doing, Katie?"

"Blas tĂș go maith," I whispered kissing his neck again. He kissed my lips and I opened my mouth. He traced his tongue along my lower lip. He tasted of bourbon. I sighed.

"You taste good too," Connor said releasing my mouth. Murphy laughed. I stood up.

"Where ya' going, Katie?" Murphy asked.

"Little girls room, damn try to be discreet around here," I responded. Rocco pointed the way to the bathroom. I walked carefully into the bathroom. I finished and washed my hands. I heard a tap at the door.

"I'll be right out," I said.

"Katie?" Murphy said from the other side of the door.

"What do you need, Murphy?" I opened the door. He didn't answer he lifted me up on the sink, kicked the door closed, and pressed his lips against mine. He hoisted my skirt up above my hips and rubbed me through my satin panties. I laced my fingers through his hair and moaned against his lips. He yanked my panties down. I heard his zipper lower. I gasped when he thrust deep inside me. He thrust harder and faster until he threw his head back and came inside me.

I sat there breathing deeply for a minute. "Ya ok?" he asked me. I nodded and kissed him again.

"Hurry up in there I gotta piss!" Rocco yelled from outside the door. I pulled up my panties and Murphy zipped his pants. I picked up my shoes and exited the bathroom. I walked back to the table inching my skirt back down. I flushed when I caught Connor looking at me.

"No need to be embarrassed, Katie," he smiled, "I'll get my turn in a bit." My face turned a brighter shade of red. Connor pulled me back in his lap and kissed my lips hungrily. He released me when Rocco came back in the room.

"You guys ruined me," Rocco said sitting back in his chair. His cat jumped on the table. I reached out and pet its head.

"You can take credit for it," Murphy replied.

"You serious?" Rocco questioned.

"Yeah, fuck it," Connor said.

"It's not like you can say it was them," I added.

"Fuck it. I'm doing it," Rocco shouted, "They can suck my dick and I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce just so they can get a taste of home." He slammed his fists down on the table. Murphy's gun went off splattering Donna's cat against the wall. We were across the room in a heartbeat.

"I can't believe that shit fucking happened!" Murphy exclaimed.

"Is it dead?" Rocco asked.

"Oh my God," I turned and buried my face in Connor's chest.

"Ya ok, Katie," Connor whispered guiding me into Rocco's bedroom. He sat me on the bed and looked at me. I was still shaking.

"I think so," I said softly. He raised my face and our eyes met.

"That scared the shit out of me," he said.

"I didn't know you liked Donna's cat that much," I replied.

"Not the damn cat," he stated, "It could have been ya."

"I'm fine," I responded. He pushed my bangs away and looked at the bandage on my head.

"I don't know if ya should be with us when we do our work," he said seriously, "Ya could get hurt."

"I'll be fine," I replied.

"Ya already got hurt," he leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"I'm tough a little bump on the head isn't going to stop me," I said. "I know where the door is so if I didn't want to be here I'd go. Do you want me to?"

"Na I just want ya to be safe," he answered.

"You know what I want now?" I asked.

"What?" he replied. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

He cupped my neck, held me against his lips, and leaned me back against the bed. His lips traveled down my neck and he unbuttoned my shirt and cupped my breast in his hand. He kissed the top of my breasts then my stomach. He yanked my skirt down and tossed it with my panties onto the floor. He sank one finger inside me and rubbed his thumb across my clit. I closed my eyes as he worked me to orgasm. I grasped the blanket as I was driven over the edge.

I watched him stand and undressed. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again. I felt him harden against my leg. I parted my legs and he sank slowly inside me. I savored every inch of him. I met his thrusts with my own. I clung to him for life as he released. He kissed me again and rolled onto his back.

"Did you enjoy your turn?" I smiled.

"Aye, I did," he replied. I laid my head against his chest and fell asleep.