Page 13 of Bound Lies

But with what my brother and uncle have done, there was no coming back already.

Opening the door, I look around.

No one. Perfect.

My best option for escaping unnoticed is to head for the kitchen and exit through the back door. There’s no avoiding the cameras, but once I’m out of the gates, my uncle and brother have no way of tracking me.

My phone will read as me being in my bedroom, and my car is parked out front. Hopefully, that is enough to make them think all is as it should be, and they won’t know I’m missing until morning.

That gives me a solid head start to track down Ronan Sullivan.

If I can make it there before my brother notices, I’m golden.

And if I don’t?

Well, that’s simply not an option.

Chapter Four

KIERAN

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I jolt awake, my hand already reaching under the pillow for my gun.

I glance at the glowing red numbers on the digital clock beside my bed.

2:04 A.M.

"Jesus Christ." I throw the covers off and climb out of bed, wincing at the sore muscles in my legs.

The knocking on my bedroom door comes again, and I quickly grab a pair of sweatpants that I slung over the chair beside my bed and pull them on.

I swear, whoever is banging on my bedroom door at this hour better be bleeding out or dying because there’s no excuse for waking me up this early. And if they’re not, they will be by the time I’m finished with them.

I yank the door open and groan at the sight of Ronan.

I shouldn’t be surprised, and yet I am, because he’s not alone. Beside him stands a girl with messy auburn curls and bright green eyes that I would recognize anywhere.

Declan Walsh’s daughter.

She regards me with little interest, despite the fact that I’m standing before her half-naked.

When my eyes dip to the suitcase in her hand, I attempt to slam the door in my brother’s face.

“Kieran!” He slams his hand against the wood to stop it from closing.

“Hell, no, Ronan. Whatever you’re about to ask me to do, forget it.”

“We need to talk.”

“No.”

“Kieran.”

My jaw tightens as I brace my hand against the edge of the doorframe.

When Ronan uses that tone, I know there’s no point in fighting him. He won’t stop until I’ve heard him out, so I might as well get it over with.