Page 131 of Broken Lies
“And when Sean finds you and fucking kidnaps you, what then?” he growls, stepping closer.
“Then you won’t have to pretend you give a damn about me anymore! Problem solved.” I blink back the tears that threaten to spill down my cheeks.
Something like hurt flashes in Kieran’s eyes, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he crosses the room in three strides and grabs my overnight bag.
“Hey! Put that down!” I spring off the bed as he starts stuffing my shoes and phone charger into the bag.
“You don’t get to run from me, Riley.”
“You’re being a complete asshole!”
“Better an asshole than having Sean bury your body in a fucking ditch somewhere outside the city.”
“Kieran—”
He slings the bag over his shoulder and turns to face me, his expression one of cold rage.
For a second, we both stare at each other, our chests heaving, until he steps toward me and it finally dawns on me what he’s planning to do.
“Don’t youdare.”
Before I can make a run for it, Kieran grabs me around the waist and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“KIERAN! Put me down! Are you out of your goddamn mind?” I pound my fists against his back as he carries me out of the room.
“No. You’ve proven you can’t be trusted, so now I’m having to resort to extreme measures.”
He stomps through the hotel hallway like some kind of angry mafia caveman, completely unfazed by my flailing limbs and cries of protest.
A woman pokes her head out of her room as we pass, looking alarmed as she catches sight of us. “Is everything all right?”
“Don’t worry, ma’am. My wife just likes to play the damsel in distress. It’s one of her many kinks.”
The woman quickly ducks back inside her room, and I land a hard smack to Kieran’s back as he heads toward the elevator.
“This is kidnapping!”
He hits the elevator button. “Tell that to the cops.”
My cheeks are on fire as Kieran carries me out of the hotel to his waiting car.
When he finally sets me down on the ground, I attempt to break free, but he slings an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his chest as he unlocks the car.
“You are such an arrogant, controlling?—”
Kieran yanks open the passenger door of his car and thrusts me inside without a word.
I twist toward the door, ready to bolt again, but he’s already pulling something from his pocket, and my jaw drops when I realize what it is.
“You are not serious.”
Kieran doesn’t say anything as he grabs my wrist and locks one side of the handcuffs around it before attaching the other side to the door handle.
“Are you out of yourmind? You can’t just cuff me to your car!”
“I just did.” He slams the door closed and walks around to the driver’s side and slides in behind the wheel.
“Why?”
