INICIAR SESIÓNVivienne's POV I couldn't breathe. No matter how hard I tried to force air in and out my lungs, it just didn't work out. Like that wasn't enough, I didn't even remember what had happened prior to this moment. One minute I was staring at a photograph I was sure had crawled out of hell, and the next, my feet were moving on their own accord I made it halfway down the hallway before the walls seemed to close in around me.“Jace.” The name kept repeating inside my head. “Jace.”It didn't make sense. It couldn't make sense.I pushed open the door to Ronan's room and stumbled inside, barely registering the familiar leather-and-wood scent that usually made something inside me settle.Not tonight.I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt and my head was whirling with a million and one thoughts all at once. Jace was dead. I knew that and I had known it for years.I'd cried over his grave, I'd stood there while they lowered the casket into the
Vivienne's POV The word Grant seemed to hang in the air long after Maverick had said it. Ronan's hand, on the other hand, tightened around mine. Not enough to hurt, but just enough for me to feel the immediate change in him.The man who had been smiling at me only minutes ago, the man who had held my hand while we walked into the clubhouse, disappeared behind the hard lines of the President everyone else knew.His shoulders straightened, his jaw tightened and his eyes sharpened, before he finally bellowed. "Talk."Maverick didn't move. He looked at Ronan, then briefly at me, but that was enough for Ronan to notice too. "Whatever it is," he said, his voice dropping into something dangerously calm, "she stays.""Ronan—" Maverick's eyebrows lifted slightly."She stays." There was no room for argument in his tone and as I looked down at our joined hands, a strange warmth spread through my chest.Only hours ago, we'd promised each other we weren't going to make decisions for one anoth
Vivienne's POV I woke to the sound of the wind and for a few seconds, I didn't know where I was.The darkness around me was soft rather than frightening, broken only by the faint glow of the city far below and the scattered stars overhead.Then I felt the warmth beside me.Ronan.My eyes slowly adjusted, and I found myself tucked against his side beneath the thick blanket he'd pulled over us. His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, his hand resting loosely against my stomach.For once, there was no shouting. No threats, no Grant and no questions hanging over our heads.Just us.I smiled faintly, and it felt almost strange. Peace had become such a foreign thing in my life that I wasn't entirely sure what to do with it.I shifted slightly, and Ronan stirred immediately.“Hey.” His eyes opened. "You okay?"His voice was rough with sleep, and for some reason, it warmed me up from the inside. "Yeah.”I nodded. His gaze traveled over me anyway, checking. Slowly, his eyes moved ov
Vivienne's POV "My turn."I barely let the words settle before I was shifting my weight, pulling away from the heavy heat of his chest. Ronan blinked, his dark eyes still hazy with the aftershocks of his own climax, looking entirely caught off guard. Before he could process what I was doing, I caught him by the shoulders, pushing him back until he was sitting upright, resting against the oversized pillows stacked against the cab of the truck.He let out a low, questioning rumble, his chest still heaving beneath the cool night air. I didn't give him a chance to ask before I leaned in, pressing my lips to his in a slow, deep, agonizingly sensual kiss.“Fuck, Vivienne.” His groan vibrated straight into my mouth, his large fingers immediately lacing into my hair, holding me to him as if he couldn't bear any distance between us. He tried to angle his hips, his hands dropping to my waist to pull me back down, but I pulled away just an inch, teasing him by sinking my teeth sharply in
Vivienne'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 The house learned my grief faster than I did. I told myself that I was probably overthinking and reading too much meaning into it, but the more time I spent in the house, the more the realization settled into the pit of my stomach like a heavy weight that refused to budge. The h
Ronan's POV I spoke to the doctor again because silence was eating at me. I initially wanted to talk myself out of it, I wanted to convince myself that it wasn't necessary, but the more I tried, the harder it got, and before I could yell out Maverick's name, I was already on my way to find a do
Vivienne's POV I woke up choking on air, and when I said it wasn't the best way to come around, you just had to believe me . The pain and discomfort tore into my lungs like I’d been underwater too long, my chest burning as I sucked in a sharp, panicked breath. Pain followed immediately, low,
Vivienne's POV The quiet was worse than the noise. There was no shouting, no revving chorus, and most importantly, no crowd pressing in close enough to blur the edges of my fear. I knew I should be grateful for the drastic drop in number, considering how many bikes had followed us here, but fo







