Page 87 of Bound Lies

Right now I need to get my mind off Riley before I lose it, so I decide to go and pay Finn a visit to put some distance between me and the suffocating silence back at the apartment.

Finn doesn’t look up when I enter the room.

When I spoke to Brennan earlier, he told me he stopped offering him food three days ago, hoping a little hunger might loosen his lips.

But it seems the bastard has got more discipline than I gave him credit for.

“Morning, sunshine.” My voice comes out flat and sarcastic as I drag a chair across the floor and sit across from him.

He flinches slightly at the sound but still doesn’t meet my gaze.

I guess that makes two people who now refuse to look at me.

I push Riley to the back of my mind. “Still enjoying our hospitality?”

Finn remains silent.

If he doesn’t start talking, I’m going to lose it, and I’m already on thin ice with Ronan as it is. If he learns I’ve killed Finn before we’ve got any information, I might as well start digging my own grave.

“Look, Finn. I’m a reasonable man, for the most part. I know loyalty is a hard thing to kill, but if the person you’re protecting wouldn’t lift a finger to stop you from getting tortured in some rat-infested warehouse, maybe that loyalty is misplaced.”

No reaction.

I lean forward to rest my elbows on my knees.

“We both know who you’re working for, but what I want to know is why. What is Sean offering you that makes any of this worth it?”

Still nothing.

God, I want to smash his face in. Not because I think it will finally get us some answers— if anything it will probably kill him—but I need to get some of this pent-up anger out of my body that has been bubbling beneath the surface ever since I caught sight of Sean’s men spying on me and Riley.

I was meant to be protecting her, but instead, I buried myself balls deep inside her and lost my focus.

If Sean had decided to send in his hitmen instead of two watchdogs, our night could have ended very differently.

My blood runs cold when I think how close we almost came to coming back in body bags, and that’s the best-case scenario.

“Fine.” I get to my feet and pace around the damp cell.

The place reeks of piss and blood, so I try to only breathe through my mouth.

“You want to keep being a silent little lapdog? That’s your call. But don’t expect me to play nice much longer.”

Finn lifts his head for the first time since I entered the cell, and even with the bruises and dried blood caking his jaw, he still manages to look smug.

It’s enough to get me seeing red.

Before I can stop myself, I kick the chair out from under him.

He goes crashing to the ground, grunting as his shoulder smashes into the concrete floor.

I tower over him, my chest heaving as I try to contain my rage, and his eyes finally meet mine for a split second before his lips pull up into a bloody smile.

“I will break you,” I snarl before storming out and slamming the door to the cell shut before I do something I can’t take back.

As I step outside the warehouse, I pull out my phone to call Ronan.

My hands are shaking from a mixture of anger and adrenaline, and it takes me a moment to dial his number.