Page 15 of Broken Lies
I shrug on a fresh shirt and slacks and head downstairs to my office, which has slowly turned into some kind of war room while my brothers and I were trying to uncover the mole that was wreaking havoc on our family over the past few months.
Pressing my thumb to the scanner, the lock instantly shifts, and I pull the door open and step inside.
This used to be my safe haven until I stupidly gave my brothers access.
Ronan is standing behind the black marble bar, searching through the floor-to-ceiling shelves of liquor.
I shut the door behind me. “Help yourself, why don’t you?”
Ronan says nothing, which only irritates me more.
As I glance over at the antique poker table, I notice the redhead has already made herself comfortable. A fresh glass of whiskey sits untouched in front of her, and I scowl.
My eyes fly to Ronan. “Don’t waste the good stuff on this spoiled princess.”
If looks could kill, I’d be dead and buried deep right now. “It’s Riley. Notprincess.”
My lip twitches as my eyes lock with hers.
There’s a fire brewing in her green eyes that fits well with her red hair.
I knew Declan Walsh had kids, but I’ve only ever seen Oscar.
Riley,on the other hand, has always been a mystery, and not one I particularly cared to solve.
I fold my arms over my chest. “What the hell are you doing here?”
She doesn’t even flinch at the venom in my tone. Instead, she glances over at Ronan and completely ignores my question.
Ronan walks out from behind the bar carrying two rocks glasses. “Sit down, Kieran.”
“You’re in my house, remember?”
“Just sit.” He sets the drinks down on the table and takes the seat to Riley’s right.
I decide to stay where I am. I want this done with, so I can get back to bed. “I need you to tell me what the hell this is about.”
Ronan leans forward to rest his forearms on the table. "Riley came to me tonight for help.”
“You’re joking.” I look at Riley, but she’s looking down at her lap, her long lashes brushing her cheeks.
“I’m not. She’s offering us information in return.”
“What kind of information?”
“Apparently, Declan had dirt on Sean O’Keefe.”
This gets my attention.
I finally give in and take a seat at the table, reaching for my drink. “What kind of information?”
“Riley’s only willing to disclose it when a solid agreement has been put in place.”
“Fuck off.”
Riley lifts her head and scowls at me.
I look right back at her, though I address my brother. “You do realize she’s likely lying? You did kill her father, in case you’ve forgotten.”
