Page 20 of Broken Lies
“Can you at least tell me where you are?”
“Not right now.”
“Do you not trust me?” The hurt in her voice has me cringing, but I can’t let her sway me.
“Of course, I do, Lucy. But this could become dangerous, and I don’t want you getting caught up in it. Trust me, I’m keeping you in the dark to protect you.”
“You sound like you’re my mob boss boyfriend.”
I laugh. “You need to stop reading so much romance.”
“Never.”
I chuckle softly, feeling grateful for the sense of normalcy that Lucy is offering me right now. My life might have completely imploded, but at least I have her.
“Look, I have to get ready for my Pilates class, but you might want to give Oscar a call to tell him you’re not dead before he decides to send in a hit squad.”
I sigh. “Okay, fine.”
“Call me later?”
“Sure thing.” I hang up the call and stay staring at the screen for a few seconds.
I know I should probably call Oscar to tell him I’m all right, but part of me wants to keep him in the dark.
It’s clear how little he truly cares about me if he’s willing to marry me off, knowing full well how unhappy it would make me, so he deserves to sweat a little longer.
Tossing the phone aside, I throw back the covers and pad into the adjoining bathroom. I make full use of the enormous shower, taking the time to wash my hair and fully exfoliate my skin.
The hot water soothes me as it cascades over my body, momentarily making me forget about the conversations I need to have today.
The Sullivans want proof in order to help me, but I can’t just hand over the documents I found. They’ll be looking for a loophole,especiallyKieran. So, I need to make sure I have their protection first before I even think about sharing what I know.
It took me a while to fall asleep last night, so I took the time to read through the file. And I know the Sullivans will beveryinterested in the dirt I have on Sean O’Keefe. Unfortunately for them, it will come at a price.
Shutting off the water, I wrap a towel around myself and head back into the bedroom to get dressed. I have no idea what time Ronan is coming over with the rest of the Sullivan crew, but I have a feeling they’re not one for leisurely mornings.
If I’m going to call Oscar, I’ll have to do it now.
Once I’m dressed, I perch on the edge of the enormous bed and finally call my brother.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.”
“Riley. Are you okay? Where the hell are you?”
“I’m fine. I just…needed space.”
“Youran away.”
“You gave me no choice.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Riley.”
“I’m not marrying Sean O’Keefe.”
“It’s not that simple.”
