Kieran POV
I sip my beer as I sit in the dark corner of the bar. The waitress sits another beer down on the table before me and her number is written on the napkin. I like it here. No one knows who I am or what I have done.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as I wink at the waitress and tuck the napkin in my pocket. She flashes me a toothy grin before heading to the other tables.
Pulling out my phone, I look at the number on the screen and groan in frustration. I press ignore and down the rest of my beer before roughly sitting the glass back on the table.
My phone begins to buzz again. The number on the screen is the same. My father, Ace, will continue to call until I answer. But I don't want to hear the lecture right now.
The pretty waitress slinks by my table again and I grab
