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Later that night, once the three men had drank all the remaining alcohol in the house, which wasn't nearly enough in Connor's opinion, the twins lay in the beds that Victoria had shown earlier with Rocco lay on the space on the floor in between their beds, facedown asleep, snoring loudly. The moon flittered in through the blinds beside Murphy's bed as he lay back on the bed, one arm under his head while his other hand held his cigarette near his lips.

"Con?" he mumbled into the darkness not being able to tell if his brother was awake by cigarette smoke but the smell of his own clouded his senses.
"Aye?" Came the tired reply from the other side of the room.
"You think they'll come tonight?" Murphy asked his twin before taking a deep drag of his cigarette.

"Doubt it." His brother mumbled into his pillow, "I thought there'd be more chance of you coming tonight." Connor smirked.
"Huh?" Murphy grunted, turning his head to the direction of his brother's voice even though he couldn't see him.
"You know, with the lass in the other room." Connor smirked his face still embedded in his pillow.

"Fuck off." Murphy smirked as he brought his cigarette to his lips once more. Connor opened his mouth, a quick-witted response to hand, but was cut off by a loud grunt from Rocco on the floor making the twins laugh loudly and leave their conversations in favour of a light sleep.

Murphy groaned and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as he woke slowly, the room was still dark save for the angry red LED lines on the alarm clock on the bedside table between the two beds. Murphy pulled the clock around to face him and groaned at the sleep burred 2:30 am that faced him. Slowly he rolled his legs of the edge of the bed, took his gun off of the bedside table and tucked in his waistband before edging towards the door slowly as not to wake Rocco who took up most of the floor and had managed to tangle himself in the blankets Victoria had given him.

Murphy opened the door slowly, thankful it wasn't as cheap as the flat he shared with his twin or the door would have squeaked and woken the other two men. He sighed into the darkness of the hallway, the call of nature had awoken him but he couldn't remember for the life of him which door led to the bathroom not that he could actually see the door in this light.

Murphy stretched his arms wide before shuffling forwards, his arm extended in front of him, grinning victoriously when his fingertips brushed a wooden door in front of him; he walked forward and grasped the door handle, pushing the door open as he walked forwards.

The darkness of the new room offered no help as he stumbled forward unable to see his way, his arms held out similar to an extra from a budget zombie film as he tried to map his surroundings. He paused, stunned, at a loud creak from deeper in the room. He stepped backwards slowly, hoping it was simply his imagination acting up and that in fact the mobsters hasn't broken into the house or it was some other creature of the night waiting to rip his flesh clear from his bones in one pull.

Murphy stepped further back when he heard what sounded like feet padding along the carpeted floor towards him. He gasped as the footsteps sped towards him; he turned as they approached him in a dashed hope to evade whatever was coming for him but it was hopeless as the thing grabbed hold of the front of his shirt. Murphy stumbled, with a yelp, as he was pulled back further into the darkness of the room; he scrambled against his captive, his arms jolting out in an attempt to dislodge whatever had griped him. He fist swung out, connecting with soft flesh and earning a whimper of pain from his attacker. Murphy yelped as he was spun around so that he lost balance, the menace hidden in the darkness throwing itself against him so that he fell back onto what felt like a mattress, he bounced against the surface before grunting as he was winded by his attacker landing on him in a straddling position.

Murphy punched out, his fist connecting with flesh once more and the figure grunted in pain, he pushed easily against the figure, even though he was underneath, since they were obviously more skilled with their movements to evade and attack but was no match for the strength the Irish man possessed. He groaned when the weight on his hips leant forward to cover his chest and something fumbled beside his head before the distinct click of a bedside lamp sounded beside Murphy's head.

Panting, Murphy stared up into the eyes of Victoria, his attacker, his eyes widened when crimson liquid dripped from her busted lip, curtsy of one of Murphy's stray punches, and splashed onto his cheek.
"Victoria?" He hissed into the darkness as he stared up at her busted lip and bruising cheek, "Are you- wha' happen…areyouokay?" Murphy stumbled over his words and rushed to check on the woman.

Victoria winced slightly as she smirked down at the young man, her hands on either side of his head, "I thought you were supposed to be looking after me?"
Murphy glanced around awkwardly until the woman understood what he wanted as rolled off of him, giving the saint a nice view of her long shapely legs in her pjamma shorts and baggy t-shirt.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" Victoria asked as she lid off the bed, showing no hints of feeling awkward in her bed attire around the man, and walked off in the half illuminated room to the light switch, she flicked it which fully lit the room so Murphy could flick the bedside lamp off.

"I was lookin' for the toilet," Murphy told her, preferring to look at his knees then chance his eyes wandering the young woman's body when there was no chance he could do so without being caught.
"I told you earlier where it was didn't I?" Victoria asked, confused as her finger tips gently pressed against her cheek.
"Couldn't see could I?" Murphy mumbled as he jumped off the bed before wondering over to her and gently took her face in her large hands, surprised when she flinched only slightly due to pain but not pulling away from him, "I'm sorry, I dinna mean to hurt you. Why'd you come at me anyway?"

Victoria smirked, instantly flinching as pain flashed across her features filling Murphy with guilt, "I thought that someone was breaking into the house."
"Ye should ah let me an' Con deal wi' it," Murphy scolded lightly as he tilted her chin to look at her busted lip.
"Let you deal with it?" Victoria smiled gently as she stepped back away from his reach, "You just got pinned by little old me."

Murphy scowled, if it had been Connor or Rocco he probably would have swung for them by now.

"Bathroom's that way." Victoria told him as she pointed to her left where the bathroom was in the next room. With a mumbled thanks Murphy left for the next room the sudden reminder of his need for the toilet spurring him into a shuffle to the bathroom. Once he had finished his business Murphy waited nervously outside of Victoria's bedroom, his fingertips brushing against the door handle as he tried to decide on whether to go in and apologise more to just leave the poor girl alone in case he hurt her further.

The younger twin's head snapped around to the staircase when he heard a crashing downstairs. He took the steps two at a time, cursing to himself when he realised he had no weapon and snatched a lamp from the hall table before running into the kitchen with it raised. He was met with Victoria, filling a bowl with water, giving him a confused look.
"What are you doing now?" She asked exasperated, glancing at the lamp which Murphy quickly but down on the table, "Let me guess, you thought I was breaking in?"

Murphy nodded sheepishly.

Victoria gave him a soft smile, "Well as you can see, we aren't under attack. You can go back to bed." She turned her attentions back to the sink. Murphy stood conflicted, chewing on the side of this thumb. He nodded somewhat too himself before walking over to Victoria and gently guiding her by the arm away from the sink to sit at the table. She looked at him quizzically but he ignored her and took the warm water bowl from the sink and the cotton wool on the counter to come and sit in front of her. Gently he dabbed the warm water over the bruises on the side of her.

"Ya don't seem scared." Murphy spoke quietly, it wasn't a question.
"Why would I be scared of you?" She countered, closing her eyes as he dabbed around her eyebrow.
"Nah not that, I mean you being attacked by gangsters."
"I expected it," she mumbled, "When Dean, my brother, decided he wanted to help people escape the Mafia I knew we wouldn't be under the radar forever. That's why I chose to stay and make sure Hannah would stay safe."
"You were going to leave?" Murphy asked, gently continuing to wash her face.
"Got a boyfriend and college acceptance but family comes first." She answered.
Murphy had a noise of acceptance and finished wiping the blood from her lip as she opened his eyes and looked into hers. She blinked quickly, not expecting him to be so close.
"Erm thank you for helping me." She mumbled.
He shook his head and sat back in his chair, "My fault."
"Still, thank you."

The majority of the next morning was spent with Connor and Rocco berating Murphy for hurting Victoria when they were meant to be protecting her. Murphy looked pissed and mortified until Victoria told them to back off and went upstairs to find some make-up to cover up the light bruising on the side of her face before Hannah woke up and started to ask questions.
The boys decided to go home and regroup and come back in the evening, with more booze to guard the girls.

That evening when they returned, Murphy was in charge of carrying the booze, Rocco bags of food and Connor unlocking the door with the spare key Victoria gave them. They stepped into the house and felt searing pains in their heads as everything went back.

They came to a while later, though it could have been hours to them. Connor and Murphy attempted to move, glowering when they found themselves bound to chairs, Rocco at their side his head rolling as though he was still out of it. In front of them stood a long broad man in a suit with his arm firmly around Victoria's waist as they watched the twins awake. Two men with guns stood behind them.
"Glad to see you're awake." The man in the suit sneered.
Murphy spat blood, "Who the fuck ah ya?"
He smirked, pulling Victoria closer and smelling her hair, the woman seemed uneasy but gave a small smile anyway. The suited man sneered at them, "So you two think you can stop our justice on this family?"
Connor scowled as he tried to figure out the scene, "The fuck is goin' on?!"
The suited man smirked again, "You boys tried to interfere with my families justice one this family. Luckily I found a likeminded soul," He pulled Victoria closer, "And when that man and his daughter get back, I'll correct everything."
Both Connor and Murphy felt their heads spinning from being knocked out. Victoria was on the mafia's side? And when his daughter got back, surely he meant Hannah and she was already there.
They tuned back in to the conversation to see Victoria smiling seductively at the suited man, apparently convincing him not to shoot the brothers and Rocco but to let her beat them and let their injuries or starvation get to them. The suited man consented and left with his men not far behind.

"Fucking bitch!" Connor snapped at her. Victoria's expression saddened as she nodded slowly in agreement as she approached them. She leaned down in front of Murphy, aware she might be watched and slid her arms around his tense trapped form, her lips pressed against his ear.

"Hannah's hiding upstairs, please don't let them hurt Dean." She whispered against his ears as he felt the rope around his moving as though being cut. She slipped back away from him and stared into his eyes, hoping to check that he'd understood, she eyes glossy with held back tears as she dropped the pocket knife into his lap.
"Wait," He hissed, "What are you doing?"
"Family comes first." She gave him a soft smile and gave a still glaring Connor a playful wink before turning and leaving to accept her fate.