Bound by Lies by Shea Rebecca

Author:Shea, Rebecca [Shea, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Contemporary
Published: 2015-06-07T04:00:00+00:00

I TOSS AND turn all night, thinking about Emilia, about Sam, and about what to do. The right thing would be to sit tight and follow the path we were on, but that gnawing feeling inside of me tells me that the right thing will be the wrong thing in the end.

The alarm clock flashes three thirty-seven in the morning, and moonlight peeks through the cracks in the wood shutters. I slide out of bed and shuffle across the wood floors and into the attached bathroom. Turning the shower on, I let the hot water fill the bathroom with steam, then pull the sling over my shoulder and carefully let my arm fall. As I pull the bandages and gauze off, I find the wound in my shoulder. Bruising and stitches remain over the spot where my father shot me. In a million years, I never believed my father would shoot me, but then, never did I believe he’d kill my mother, his wife, either.

Standing in front of the mirror, I look at myself. This is where my world has led me. Drugs, guns, violence—I never really wanted this, yet here I am entrenched in the middle of it.

With a heavy sigh, I step into the shower carefully and let the hot water soothe my aching muscles, my racing mind. I lift my arm carefully and allow the stream to gently pulse against my shoulder. It’s a combination of relief and pain, much like the life I’m headed toward, a life where I may not have to look over my shoulder at every turn, but a life without Emilia or our baby.

I finish my shower, manage to brush my teeth, and get dressed again with little discomfort. I decide to not bandage my arm and only use the sling if I notice any pain. In the kitchen, I make a pot of coffee and pour myself a mug. The night looks so inviting, I decide to sit outside. After unlocking the plethora of deadbolts on the front door, I slide into an oversized Adirondack chair on the front porch. It’s still dark, only the streetlights illuminating the quiet street. There are two cars parked in front of the house, my security, and both men nod at me when I take note of them.

I sip my coffee and listen to the birds chirping as the morning sky begins to lighten. When a car turns the corner, making its way down my street slowly, my heart pumps wildly. As long as I’m here, I’ll probably always feel like I’m being hunted, like someone is constantly after me. Sinking down in my chair, I allow the half wall of the porch to hide me, then I relax when I realize it’s my security detail changing out, and I push myself back up.

The two agents talk, then shake hands. The new one jogs up the cobblestone walkway that cuts through the middle of the yard.

“Michael Hansen, Federal Marshal,” he announces himself and holds out a hand for me to shake.

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