Owned By A Sinner: Chapter 24
Owned By A Sinner (The Sinners Series)
Mom stares at me with horrified eyes, a hand covering her mouth. âMy God.â
Iâve come clean, telling her everything that happened with Finn and what Liamâs done for me.
âYou shouldâve told me sooner, sweetheart.â Her face distorts as she fights a wave of emotion, then she comes to hug me. âJesus, this will give your father another heart attack.â
Pulling away from her, I say, âThatâs why we arenât going to tell him.â
âButâ¦â
I shake my head. âNo, Mom. We donât tell him anything until heâs stronger. Letâs just wait a couple of months. Okay?â
The last thing I want is for Dad to hear what happened. It will be a death blow.
âOkay.â Her eyes flit over my face. âI canât believe someone hurt you like this.â
âIt looks worse than it feels,â I try to set her at ease.
The worry doesnât leave her eyes. âLiam helped you?â
âYes. Heâs gone above and beyond to help.â Iâve never kept secrets from my mom, and I donât want to start now. âHeâs arranged security for you until Finn is found and no longer a danger to us.â
Her eyebrows dart up. âOh?â
When she smiles nervously, I tilt my head and ask, âYou know Dadâs a part of the Irish mafia, donât you?â
Shock flutters over her face. âYou know?â
âI found out last week.â
âSo, you know who Liam is?â
I nod.
âYou have to be careful, Kiara. The mafiaâs no place for the likes of us.â
âLiam wonât hurt me,â I say with dead certainty.
âBut the world he lives in will.â
I refuse to believe it but answer, âItâs not like weâre dating. Relax, Mom. Heâs just helping us out because his stepbrotherâs responsible for the mess.â
My words seem to set Mom at ease, then she lifts her hand and brushes it over my cheek. Lowering her eyes, she frowns at the clothes.
âLiamâs,â I explain. âI havenât had time to change.â
She lifts an eyebrow in warning, and it has me saying, âIâll be careful.â Not wanting to keep Liam waiting for much longer, I gesture at the door. âLiamâs here. Can you pretend you donât know who he is? He doesnât know about Dad.â
âOf course.â She nods. âYes, donât let him find out who your father is. That would be a disaster.â
âThanks, Mom.â I walk to the door but then stop to say, âPlease be careful. Iâll ask him to introduce the guards to you. Donât go anywhere without them.â
She nods quickly. âIâll be careful.â
Opening the door, I peek into the hallway. Just as I thought, Liamâs standing in the middle of it with his arms crossed over his chest. I gesture for him to come. âMy mom wants to meet you.â
When he steps into the doorway, his eyes sweep over the small space, looking just as displeased with it as he did with my apartment.
Canât blame him. This is why I need to save up enough for us to move.
âLiam, this is my mom, Tara Murphy,â I introduce them. When Mom lifts her hand, I take hold of it, giving her a squeeze. âLiam doesnât like being touched.â
Mom just stares at him with wide eyes.
âI wish we were meeting under better circumstances,â Liam says, his tone gentle.
âMe too,â Mom murmurs, her fingers curling around mine. âThank you for all youâve done for my daughter.â
He only nods, then glances at me.
âI told Mom everything. She knows about the guards, and I thought she should meet them.â
âGood idea.â He pulls his phone out and a couple of seconds later, says, âGather the men and come to the apartment.â
Subtly, Mom steps closer to me. Itâs clear sheâs wary of Liam.
Minutes later, four men gather in the hallway. âBoss?â The one who seems to be the leader steps forward.
Liam gestures at him. âThis is Rowan. Thatâs Ian, Caleb, and Hudson,â he introduces them.
âIâm Tara,â Mom mutters, clearly rattled by all the men. I place my hand around her lower back, giving her a sideways hug.
âMy mom will be safe with them, right?â I ask for Momâs benefit.
Liam glances between us. âTheyâll guard her with their lives,â he locks eyes with Mom, âBut Iâd like to move you to a safe house until the threatâs been dealt with.â
âOh.â Mom glances at me. âI donât know about that.â
âYou can always come stay with me,â I say.
Liam shakes his head. âYouâre not going back to the apartment.â My eyebrows furrow. âBut if it will make you feel better, I have a couple of guestrooms at the penthouse.â
I blink at Liam, my mind racing a mile a minute.
âWe can talk about it in three days,â Liam says, sparing me from having to answer.
âYes.â I turn to Mom. âDonât worry about it now. Iâll call you often to keep you up to date with whatâs happening.â
âBut youâre going to stay with him?â Mom asks.
âKiaraâs safe with me,â Liam interjects. âAnd Iâve arranged guards for her as well.â
I hug Mom, then whisper, âIâll be okay. Please donât worry.â
âCall me every day.â
âI will. I promise.â
We pull apart, then Mom looks at Liam. âPlease keep her safe.â
He nods. âI will.â
I feel the words in my bones, which is comforting because this man is all that stands between Finn and me.
I give Mom another hug. âIâll call tomorrow.â
She nods, then her eyes follow us out of the apartment. Weâre quiet as we leave the building, and only once Liam is steering the Bugatti down the street do I ask, âWhat did you mean when you said Iâm not going back to my apartment?â
His eyes flick between the road and me, then he answers, âItâs not safe there. You can stay with me until weâve made other arrangements.â
Live with him. Liam Byrne. My boss.
Ahhâ¦
âLike I said, we can talk about it in a couple of days.â
Right. Why do I get the feeling the talk is not going to be in my favor?
Do I mind?
Dropping the subject, for now, I glance out of the window at the sidewalks bustling with people.
Suddenly something occurs to me, and I turn my gaze back to Liam. âDonât you have guards following you around? Iâve only noticed them at the penthouse and company.â
A frown forms on his forehead. âDo I give you the impression that I need an entourage of guards?â
âNo. I just thoughtâ¦â The head of the mafia would have guards. âwith you being a CEO of such a big company, youâd have protection.â
For the first time since we met, an arrogant smirk, thatâs off the charts hot, tugs at his mouth. âI can protect myself.â
My stomach flutters crazily.
Yep, Iâve got it bad for this man.
My eyes drift over his muscled body and his hands, the veins snaking up his forearms and disappearing beneath the black fabric of the sleeves that have been rolled up.
Liam glances at me, and I quickly look out the window, my cheeks flushing from being caught staring at him.