Page 22 of Broken Lies
Now not only am I hungry, but I’m also angry, and that is not a good combination.
By the time I’ve brewed a fresh pot of coffee and made myself a rather pathetic breakfast of yogurt and berries, Kieran reappears.
He’s freshly showered and wearing a black shirt and slacks that hug his muscular physique a little too well, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows to expose his forearms.
“I’m surprised you left me alone with all these knives.”
“I”m not afraid of a little pain.” He smirks.
Before I can fire back at him, the private elevator at the far end of the lounge pings and the doors slide open, revealing the rest of the Sullivan clan.
Here goes nothing.
I try not to gawk at the three brothers stepping out of the elevator looking like they’ve just come off a runway. Each one is dressed in black like Kieran and yet, they all wear it so differently.
Ronan is the most similar to Kieran in terms of the sheer height and width of him. But where Kieran looks more rough around the edges, Ronan is clean cut, though I know on theinside he’s anything but. He looks like he could easily snap my bones with his bare hands.
My eyes flick to the brother standing to his left. I’ve never seen him before, so he must be Cormac. He’s slightly taller than Ronan and also leaner. But there’s something in his expression that is almost cold and somewhat calculating as he glances my way.
I have a feeling where Kieran is the muscle of the family, Cormac might be the brains.
I quickly look away and notice that the final brother, Brennan, is grinning at me like a Cheshire cat.
There’s a slight dimple in his right cheek, making him look much more youthful and approachable compared to the rest of the Sullivans.
I offer him a shy wave in return, suddenly unable to locate my tongue.
Kieran folds his arms over his chest. “Now that everyone’s here, can you please tell us what the fuck you have on Sean O’Keefe so you can get the hell out of my apartment?”
Brennan lets out a low whistle. “That’s not very hospitable of you, brother.”
“By all means, take her.”
I huff. “I’m sitting right here, you know?”
“I know, you’re drinking all the damn coffee.”
Ronan bypasses the kitchen and heads straight down the hall. “I think it’s best if we take this conversation elsewhere.”
Brennan and Cormac fall in line behind him, so I take that as my cue to follow them.
I sigh as I slide off the bar stool and grab my coffee mug to bring with me. “Oh, yes, please take me back to the weapons bunker.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t like the idea of being locked in a room with all four of us,” Kieran murmurs in my ear as I pass by him.
I almost drop my coffee mug, and Kieran chuckles darkly as my cheeks burn.
“Interesting, so you like that idea, huh?”
“You’re a pig.”
“I’m just trying to work out if you’re a prudish little princess or a closeted brat.”
My cheeks burn again but this time, from embarrassment.
What would Kieran think if he learned that I’ve never even slept with a guy? Would he be turned off by it or would he like the fact that I’m a virgin?
I shouldn’t even be entertaining such thoughts.
