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“Right. But if he catches wind that it’s not real… There’s no telling what he’ll do if he thinks he can still get to Riley.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek.
Every instinct I have is screaming at me to run. But where? Back to Oscar and Rion?
Hell, no. They would stick a veil on my head and march me down the aisle straight into Sean O’Keefe’s arms, and I would rather fake-marry a Sullivan than spend the rest of my life as Sean O’Keefe’s goddamn property and toy.
I sigh. “Fine. But don’t think for one second that I’m happy about this arrangement.”
Kieran mutters something under his breath, probably another colorful insult, but I ignore him.
Ronan dips his chin. “We’ll set things in motion. For now, I suggest you keep your head down, Riley. You’re in the lion’s den now.”
“Yeah. I feel very welcome.”
The brothers take their leave not long after I agree to marry into their family.
The atmosphere in the weapons bunker is awkward and tense, and I have a feeling it’s going to spread to the rest of the penthouse once Kieran and I are alone.
The five of us file out into the main living space, with Kieran and Ronan locked in a hushed conversation.
Brennan walks beside me, the light in his eyes having returned after he realized he wasn’t going to be subjected to a life of wedded bliss with me. His carefree attitude is refreshing, considering how serious the rest of the brothers are.
Cormac walks behind us like a shadow, saying nothing, but I can feel his eyes on my back the entire time.
“Have fun.” Brennan nudges me with his elbow before following Ronan and Cormac into the elevator.
I roll my eyes at him before offering him a wave as the doors slide shut, leaving Kieran and me alone once again.
Before I can even turn to face him, he stalks off without a word.
“Seriously?” I call after him.
The sound of his retreating footsteps grates on my nerves.
Against my better judgment, I hurry after him, following along until we come to what I can only describe as a man cave with a ridiculously enormous couch and TV as well as a computer setup that could rival a professional gamer.
“Luring me to your lair, I see?”
Kieran continues to ignore me, instead choosing to pour himself a drink from the well-stocked cart in the corner of the room.
I don’t miss the fact that he doesn’t offer me one.
“You know, we should probably talk about ground rules if we’re going to be living together.”
Just as I expected, Kieran’s head snaps in my direction, and he shoots me a murderous glare.
“Excuse me?”
“We’re going to be married, so I assumed we would also be cohabitating.” I plop down on the couch, making a point of making myself comfortable.
“I had hoped that we would have the kind of marriage that comes with separate apartments.”
“Is that a thing?”
“It should be.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t try to redecorate your bachelor pad or anything.”
