“I told her to stay out of here until we could do it together.”
“When has Caity ever followed an order?” Mac asked. We moved into the office and started going through the files on the floor. I knew we wouldn’t find what they were looking for. Just as I knew the men hadn’t found it either.
“What were they after?”
Sal ran his hands over his face the same way I had seen his son do when he was frustrated, and then he punched the file cabinet.
“Fuckin’ secrets.”
“What secrets, Sal?” Duncan asked.
“Eamon’s secrets.”
“What are you talking about?” I growled at my boss. “Did you know what was in here?”
Sal nodded. I grabbed his coat and pushed him against the wall. “What the fuck did you do?”
“I told her to stay the fuck out of this room.”
Mac pulled me back, and I fought to free myself from his grasp. He knew. He fucking knew.
“Do we have any idea who it was?” Liam asked, his eyes on Sal rather than me.
“My guess would be Tyran.”
“If he touches a hair on her head, I’ll fuckin’ kill him,” I spat. “Then I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” I needed to leave. I needed to go home and make sure she was safe. I shrugged Mac off and walked out the front door.
“Liam. Follow him.”
“Yes, boss.”
Chapter Fourteen
Caity
Three days.
That was how long I had been locked in this apartment. I’d been through every inch looking for a way out. But Cian had everything locked down with biometrics.
You needed a code to get through the elevator and even to open the windows. The man was paranoid.
The first night I hadn’t come out of my room after he barged in. When he wrapped his arms around me, I wanted to stay there. I wanted to give in to what we both wanted. But I couldn’t do it. My stubborn pride got in the way, and when he walked out, I locked the door again, knowing he could open it any time he wanted to.
Hoping that he would.
The following morning when I woke up, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, believing it was all a nightmare. The files, the call from Sinclair, the strange men breaking into my house. Cian leaving me alone all night.
But as the day went on, I realized this was my life. I’d never been in charge of my own life; I didn’t know why I thought things would be different if Nolan were dead. I simply gave up one jailer for another.
First my father, then my husband, my brother, and now Cian. I was fifty-one years old and I’d never made a decision for myself until I chose to redo my father’s house.
I never should have opened the office. Sal was right. Secrets needed to stay secret. Stay hidden. Only, they never did.
I moved freely around Cian’s apartment until I heard the elevator. Then I went back to my room and stayed there until I heard him leave the next morning.
The following day wasn’t any different from the first. I didn’t know how long he planned to keep me here, but I knew I was once again living my life according to the whims of a man.
This time was worse because I loved the man who controlled me. A part of me wanted to let him have control. Let him dictate everything about my life from here on out. But the other part of me wanted to know what it was like to make my own choices. My own rules.
