Declan’s POV
It had taken a bit of convincing, but my parents had all finally agreed to go back to the airport and fly home. I was fine, just some bruises, a split lip, and the cut on my thigh, I didn’t need my mother babying me.
Dad had come to my rescue after mum had tried to barter with me to come home for a few days, telling her I was a grown-ass man, and if I could take on an armed gunman, I could look after a few scratches without her.
I’d hugged them all tightly at the door to my room and promised to face call during the week with my sisters who were worried as our parents had literally dropped everything, pushed them in the door of Yvonne’s parents’ house, and left.
My phone vibrated on my desk, swiping it up, I groaned when I saw Lilian’s name flash up on the screen. s**t, I h
