The Bid

Chapter Five

The entire place is crawling with more security than at the airport.

The long steps up to the front door make the modern looking mansion look daunting. Everything about this place screams safe house.

"This way Miss O'Fallon." The older gentleman from before calls out, opening the front doors to lead me inside.

I glance around to see if any of the guards are him.

None.

Like a ghost he just vanished?

I follow the man inside where he hands my bags off to whom I can only assume is some sort of staff that works here.

"Your room is just up the stairs to the left. All the way down the hall, last door on the right. Bridgette will show you the way." He smiles as I turn to look at the large staircase that leads to the second floor.

Fucks sake, more stairs. More pain radiating through my body.

"I didn't get your name." I respond back to him while looking up at the giant staircase.

"You may call me Grant." He nods and disappears.

I steel myself and start to ascend the steps, following behind the brunette woman I now know as Bridgette, no doubt a maid.

Inside of the room is not what I expected at all. It's bright and inviting, the bed is covered in pillows and blankets that radiate pure coziness and warmth.

"I will put your things away for y—"

"No that's alright. I can manage." I say with a smile.

With that she nods and backs out of the room, leaving me alone for the first time all day.

I don't waste anytime unpacking my few belongings, making sure to tuck my pistol under the top corner of my mattress for quick access.

As I'm pulling down the blankets and rearranging pillows I hear a voice come over a speaker somewhere across the room which startles me.

"Miss O'Fallon, dinner will be served shortly. Please make your way down."

They sure don't waste any time.

With a loud sigh I walk out and back down the stairs, gripping the railing so tight my knuckles turn white because the pain is starting to come back as the medication wears off. Plus all the moving I've been doing hasn't been helping at all.

I follow the delicious smell right into the main kitchen that's an open floor plan connected to a very large living room. In the kitchen, a large island with stools all in a row, all modern and sleek.

Across the way is the living room with a large fireplace centered on the wall and a huge couch stretching around in an angular U shape.

Two figures sat on each end of the sofa across from each other.

"You must be Aisling." A smooth deep voice says. His back towards me as he types on a laptop.

"Ash." I correct him quickly.

"Ash." The other one says, his voice almost identical but a bit more gravelly.

The twins.

The second one that spoke is easily recognizable as Finn. His endless tattoos, piercings and tousled hair are what sets him apart from his brother.

"Come, sit." Finn beckons, patting the sofa cushion directly next to him.

I slowly walk over, opting to sit in the middle of the massive U shaped sofa perfectly spaced out between them and not close to either.