Masuk
Vivienne’s POV
Moans filled my ears, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get rid of it. I pressed my eyes shut, but all it did was amplify the nightmare I was already having.
“Does that hurt, baby?” Grant’s words filled my ears. With each thrust inside her, I felt my world crumble around me. “Tell me you like it. Tell me you like my cock.”
“Yes.” She moaned, her sultry voice hitting the mirrored ceilings in our room. A thin line of sweat covered her forehead, and if the way her eyes rolled to the back meant anything, it was the fact that she was enjoying herself. A little too much if you asked me. “Yes baby. Fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good.”
“You're definitely tighter than my wife, Vee.” Grant's words had slapped me in the face. “Fuck, I'd choose you over her anytime any day.”
I wasn't sure which hurt most, the fact that my presence did nothing to stop my husband from cheating on me, or the fact that he had gone ahead to rub it in my face.
“Just look at her.” Grant had sneered when I walked in on them, him butt naked and ramming into the lady from behind. “And look at you. You're old and wrinkled, no one would want you, especially not me.”
Grant hadn't just cheated on me, he'd broken every bit of me too.
“Focus on me, Grant.” Laila purred, rubbing her butt against my husband’s erection. She was one of his newest employees and I knew I should have questioned how she became his personal assistant in less than two weeks. “I need you.”
Did I mention she was half my age too?
I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell at the top of my voice, but what was that going to change? If they could keep going, and in my presence too, I wasn't sure anything could deter them from fucking each other's brains out.
My gaze darted to the vase standing pretty on one of the tables in the hallway. For a split second, I debated slamming it at the back of his head. My fingers had barely grazed the side of the vase when….
“Hey!” Someone yelled beside me, pulling me sharp out of my daydream. I blinked twice, willing myself to adjust to my immediate environment. Once my vision cleared out, I jerked back in fear at the angry man staring at me. “Are you blind! Fucking watch where you're going, missy!”
“I'm sorry.” I stuttered. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…”
He was gone before I could complete the rest of my sentence. Apparently, I'd bumped into him and almost pushed him onto the busy road.
I didn't mean it, I was just lost in thought.
I sighed, ignoring the pang in my chest. It'd been days since I walked in on Grant cheating on me, but apparently 168 hours wasn't enough to scrub my mind clean of the memory.
I moved out that very day, and my life had been nothing short of a living hell. Grant must have figured my next move, because he froze all of my bank accounts.
Not only was I heartbroken, I was broke.
Devastatingly broke.
My grip on my purse tightened as I rounded the corner. The sun was already setting, and it was going to be dark soon. I hadn't been living in this area for long, but I just knew staying out late would only spell out trouble for me.
I already had a lot on my plate, and the last thing I needed was a mugging, or worse, being stabbed by a thief.
As I walked down the visibly lonely walkway, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being followed. It had started four days ago actually.
I was glad I'd found a run down motel at a steal, what I didn't know was that I'd just signed off my own death warrant.
It'd started off as small signs. A shadow outside my motel room, an almost static phone call whispering just my name and in the middle of the night.
They were small signs I could shake off, until they weren't. Slowly, they became more gruesome and more deliberate. Dead rats at my doorstep, my tires being slashed. Cryptic messages left for just me and in the most random places too. Strange faces staring at me and…..
A twig breaking off in the distance was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. I snuck a glance behind me, and wish I didn't.
Two huge men trailed behind me, a dangerous fire in their eyes. Just next to them and on the road, was a black truck that rolled slowly against the pavement.
I wasn't a kid that needed to be told what was happening. I was being followed, and right now, I just might have gotten myself into trouble.
“Shit.” I muttered undernrath my breath, before pushing faster. As I picked up my pace, I didn't miss the men inching closer.
Who were these people? Did Grant send them? How did they find me and….
The sound of boots pounding behind me was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. I didn't need to turn to realize they were running towards me now, and catching up with me too.
My lungs burned as I sprinted down the road, but I didn't stop. The faster I ran, the more I felt like they were catching up.
I needed help. Fast. I needed to get away too.
Just when I was about to give up all hope, something caught my eye.
It was a police vehicle, just tucked into one of the roads leading to another street. I heaved a sigh of relief when I realized it wasn't empty, but just as the relief came, it disappeared twice as fast.
I locked eyes with the officer, but just one second was all it took to throw me off. He stared at me with hollow eyes, recognition flashing in them. Just when I thought he was going to act in my favor, he did the unthinkable.
He started the vehicle, before driving into the distance.
Oh God no.
“Where the hell do you think you're going?” Rough and calloused hands grabbed me by the shoulder, before a voice snarled in my ear. “We're not quite finished with you yet.”
I tried to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. My heart dropped to my feet as the truck rounded the corner.
Two more men jumped out, before walking towards me. Panic clawed at my throat and I stared at them with wide eyes.
“Please.” I muttered. “let me go. I didn't do anything.”
“That's not what our boss says.” One of them sneered. He pulled out a pocket knife, and I felt every drop off blood seep out the pores in my body. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson not to eavesdrop.”
Eavesdrop? What were they talking about? I didn't….
My eyes widened as realization flooded through me. All of a sudden my mind flashed back to that room I'd stumbled into at the party. I didn't know….
“Kill her.” I froze at the command. “And make it quick. We don't have much time.”
“Please.” I wiggled, but their grip was just too tight. I bucked wildly, my heels slamming into his shin. He cursed as his grip tightened. I wanted nothing more than to break away from him, but the more I did that, the more the knife drew close.
“Please, you don't have….” A sharp pain shot through my neck as it tore into a layer of skin. Dread pooled at the bottom of my stomach as I felt a trickle of blood run down my neck.
“Five against one? That's cute .” Another voice broke through our gathering. “But if you're going to be cowards, at least be quiet about it.”
The shocked expression on their faces was all the evidence I needed to know the stranger wasn't a part of them. The leader stiffened, his grip on the knife faltering. One of them cursed under his breath.
Whoever this man was, he wasn't just a stranger. He was a problem, and I didn't mind the distraction.
Vivienne's POV I knew he would come back. Slimy people like Grant didn't just appear not to show up again. If anything, they made sure to keep lurking, just so they could strike when you least expected it. Those were the words I told myself, but I just didn’t think it would be so soon.The bell above the door chimed at six forty-three in the evening. I remember the time because I had just checked the clock, counting down the minutes until closing like that would somehow speed them up.I didn’t look up right away. I didn't need to, because I felt him first. The air shifted and thinned, like it was introducing one of the villains from my nightmares. I was still trying to convince myself that I was overthinking it, when his voice reached my ears. “Evening, sweetheart.” My hand stilled over the receipt book. Slowly, and against my better judgement, I lifted my eyes.Grant stood just inside the doorway, his coat immaculate, and his expression relaxed, like he’d merely stopped by to
Ronan's POV The air in my office was thick with the scent of stale whiskey, cold tobacco, and the suffocating vibration of my own failure. I hadn’t slept in seventy-two hours and more, I was sure. My skin felt like it was buzzing, a low voltage current of pure, unadulterated rage that made every muscle in my body twitch.I paced the length of the rug, my boots heavy against the floorboards. I caught my reflection in the darkened window, and even though I wasn't one to care too much about my appearance, I was actually disappointed in myself right now. I looked haggard with my bloodshot eyes, and a thick, dark stubble that felt like sandpaper against my palms. I looked like a man losing his mind, because I was.Every lead was a dead end. Every contact I’d squeezed had come up dry. I’d spent the last few days tearing through my own men like a hurricane, handing out punishments for the slightest hesitation,and demanding a level of perfection that was impossible to meet because Vivienn
Grant didn’t move, and that was the worst part. He didn’t lunge, didn’t shout and he didn't even slam his fist against the counter like a man who’d just cornered his prey.He just stood there, the perfect picture of calm and composure. His eyes were fixed on me, watching my every movement, like he’d known exactly where I would land.“You look thinner,” he said mildly, eyes dragging over me in a way that made my skin prickle. “Life hasn’t been kind I presume. I wouldn't say I'm surprised though.”“Why, why are you here?” My fingers tightened around the edge of the register. “What are you doing here?”A faint smile tugged at his mouth, but it wasn't warm. Never warm.“You really thought running away could protect you?” The words landed soft, but they hit hard.“I didn’t run from you,” I said, though my voice lacked the conviction I wanted it to have.“Didn’t you?” He tilted his head slightly. “You always did that. The moment things got hard, you vanished.”“I left because I wanted to
Vivienne's POV By the time the sun came up, my legs barely felt like they belonged to me anymore.I’d been walking for hours, and believe me when I said that was the biggest understatement of the century. I didn’t even remember when I stopped knowing where I was going. I just kept moving, one foot in front of the other, past streets I didn’t recognize, and past people who didn’t look twice at me.The air turned colder as night settled in, and I found myself under a bridge with nothing but the sound of distant traffic and my own breathing to keep me company. I told myself I wasn't scared, but even the tiniest rustle had me jumping in my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself and curled into the concrete like it might swallow me whole, but the hoodie swallowed me instead.His hoodie.I told myself I only grabbed it because it was close to the door when I left,because it was cold, because it didn’t mean anything.But that was a lie, and I knew it. It still smelled faintly like him,
Ronan's POV She’d come back..That’s what I told myself the first night. A part of me didn't fully believe it, but I told myself I had to. If I didn't truly believe that what I'd done was the best thing, then what had been the point in the first place? I sat on the edge of the bed, the ring still glinting on the nightstand like it was mocking me.She’d cool off, I told myself. She’d think, and then she’d realize she overreacted. She had to. With the amount of time I'd spent with her, I knew Vivienne wasn’t the type to just walk away. She loved too hard for that, and she stayed, even when she shouldn’t. Maybe this was coming from a place of pride, but I knew this time wouldn't be an exception. “She’ll come back,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face.The house was too quiet. I didn’t sleep in the bed. Instead, I stayed sitting there until morning bled through the curtains, staring at the empty doorway like she might appear in it.She didn’t.The second day, I called..It rang
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Ronan Hospitals had a way of stripping everything down to the barest truths. I'd learned this a long time ago, but even in a million years, I didn't think I would be back in the four walls of one of the places I hated the most. Well hate was a pretty strong word, but my point still stood. I t
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,
Ronan's POV She didn’t wake up all the way, and I hated that my mind already registered that as a bad thing. That was the first thing I noticed, before the blood on my hands, before the way my chest felt like it was caving in on itself. Vivienne’s lashes fluttered, her brow tightening like sh
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







