LOGINVivienne's POV The words echoed in my head and all around me for the longest time. Heck, if it wasn't for the shocked look on Ronan's face, I would have told myself that I'd actually imagined it. Ronan’s eyes darkened at my words, a familiar, dangerous heat flashing behind them that had nothing to do with the night air and everything to do with the way we looked at each other. For a second, the commander of the clubhouse fought a silent war with the man holding my hand in the back of a truck."You're a menace, Vivienne," he murmured, his breath ghosting over my lips."So I've been told," I whispered back, leaning into the warmth of his chest.He didn't fight it anymore as his large hand slid up the back of my neck, tangling gently in my hair as his mouth crashed down onto mine. It wasn't the tentative, careful kiss we'd shared a moment ago. This was hungry, desperate, and entirely consuming. All the unspoken fears, the weeks of agonizing separation, and the heavy shadow of Lana'
Vivienne's POV The moment we stepped out of the room, Ronan stopped walking."What?" I asked, looking up at him.Instead of answering, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a folded strip of black fabric.“Ronan.” I frowned. "...Is that a blindfold?""It is."“Okay.” I blinked. "Should I be worried?""Depends.""On what?""Whether you trust me."I stared at him for a long second before folding my arms across my chest."You know, most people usually buy someone dinner before kidnapping them." I tried to fight a smile, but it was way harder than I thought. "I already bought you dinner." Ronan raises an eyebrow, amusement flashing in his eyes. "Good point. So?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "You're not taking me somewhere to dispose of my body, are you?""If I wanted to do that, I wouldn't need the blindfold." The corner of his mouth twitched."Wow.""You asked." He shrugged. "I suddenly regret asking." I pouted and a quiet chuckle escaped him. God, I'd missed
Vivienne's POV "Oh my God."The words escaped before I could stop them. I stood frozen in the doorway, my hand still wrapped around the handle as I stared into the room.For a long moment, my brain simply refused to make sense of what I was seeing.The spare room I'd expected to find full of dusty furniture and forgotten boxes had been transformed.Not into something extravagant, and not into the kind of over-the-top romantic display I'd seen in movies.It was, warm.Soft amber lights had been strung carefully across the ceiling, their gentle glow chasing away every dark corner. A small table sat near the window, covered with a plain white cloth that wasn't perfectly straight, as though whoever had laid it there had done it without the slightest clue what they were doing.There were two plates, two glasses, a bottle of wine, a pair of candles, with one of them leaning slightly to one side.I smiled despite myself.One corner of the room held a small speaker playing music so quiet
Vivienne's POV Three days.It had been three days since Ronan and I had finally torn down every wall between us. Three days since we'd learned the truth about our baby. Three days since he'd promised that whatever came next, I wouldn't face it alone.And yet, I still couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. Not just between us, but around us.The clubhouse had become quieter in a way that made the back of my neck prickle. Conversations stopped whenever I walked into a room, whispers followed after I left while some people smiled awkwardly before looking away.Others didn't even bother pretending, they simply stared and I could almost hear the questions running through their heads.Was she telling the truth? Did Ronan actually forgive her? Was the baby really his?Nobody dared ask me, especially not after the way Ronan had shut Lana down. That hadn't stopped them from wondering, it just meant they whispered when they thought I couldn't hear."...I still don't know wha
Vivienne's POV No.The word echoed inside my head long before it ever reached my lips.I stared at Ronan without blinking, certain I'd misheard him. I was certain my exhausted mind had twisted his words into something impossible, because it couldn't be.It simply couldn't.My lips parted, but all that came out was a barely audible whisper."...No."He didn't argue and he didn't try to convince me. Instead, he slowly reached for the hem of his shirt."What are you doing?" I asked, my voice sounding strangely distant even to my own ears.He didn't answer. Instead, he lifted the fabric just enough to expose the top of his shoulder and there it was.The tattoo.A wolf.Dark ink stretched across sun bronzed skin, the same fierce design I'd only caught a fleeting glimpse of months ago.My breathing faltered because I knew that tattoo, not because I'd studied it, but because I'd seen it when trembling fingers had pushed a leather jacket off broad shoulders while laughing so hard I could
Ronan's POV The room went deathly quiet after that, and for the next couple of seconds, neither of us moved or spoke. Heck, I could still hear the name of that bar echoing inside my head.Sin and Vibes.It shouldn't have meant anything..It should have been just another place in another city where two strangers had made bad decisions.Instead, it felt like someone had reached into my chest and wrapped a fist around my heart.I lowered myself into the chair behind me before my legs gave out completely. The wood creaked beneath my weight, but believe me when I said that was the least of my worries. "...Ronan?" Vivienne watched me carefully, but I didn't answer. I couldn't, not when my mind had become a mess of scattered memories, each one too blurry to trust.I remembered loud music, laughter, tequila, and a woman whose face I could never quite remember.I swallowed hard."Ronan?" She called again, her tiny voice pulling me back to the present. "I need you to answer something." I
Vivienne's POV “Yes,” I managed to gasp, my voice a ruined, breathless sound. Ronan had shot me a rhetorical question, but for some strange reason, I still found it in me to answer. Maybe the lust coating my entire being was what spurred me on. Whatever it was, I didn't matter. All that mattered
Vivienne's POV I'd be nothing but a damn fool if I expected Ronan's kiss to be soft. His kiss wasn't just a collision. It was starved, possessive, and so violently intense I honestly thought I saw a flash of stars behind my closed eyelids. He'd pulled back to issue me a warning, and only now di
Vivienne's POV The drive back to Ronan’s mansion was a suffocating kind of silent, and I hated it. He hadn't uttered a word since he walked out of that room, and I hadn't dared to break the stillness either. It was a miracle how I was able to find him after he'd dismissed Lana. For some strange
Vivienne's POV The echo of the door closing was louder than any slam. It filled the room, pressing against my ribs until I couldn’t breathe. My shirt hung halfway off my shoulder and my skirt was still bunched around my thighs. If that wasn't the perfect picture of need and stupidity all at o







