LOGINVivienne’s POV
I slowly peeled my eyes open, and what I saw next, wasn't what I'd expected at all. I'd woken up to warmth. Solid and steady warmth. My head swirled a bit, but somehow, whatever I was laying on, served like some sort of cushion I had no idea I needed. From the corner of my eyes, I could make out the feel of something like a leather jacket. I'd always thought them to be uncomfortable, but right now, I could lay all over this one and not want to wake up at all. For a second, I allowed myself to melt into it, the low hum of the engine lulling me in ans out of sleep. I cozied into my firm but soft backdrop, until I noticed something. It wasn't just moving, but rising and falling with each breath too. Wait. My heart slammed in my chest as my brain caught up. I wasn't in a bed. I wasn't even in the motel from last night. I was in a car, and I was lying on Ronan. Shit. His shoulder was beneath me, firm and unyielding. Like that wasn't mortifying enough, one of his arms was stretched casually along the back of the seat, his fingers resting just inches away from my neck. Shit . Shit. Shit. I froze on the spot, as I forced my mind to come up with a solution as to how I got here. How the hell did I end up on him? Memories from yesterday flashed in my mind, and I pressed my eyes shut, just so I could pinpoint the moment where everything went wrong. Flashbacks of the shabby wedding played in my mind, then the kiss, the shock from the pregnancy test, and me trying to figure out what I was going to do. I struggled to remember anything after that, but luckily, fate was on my side. Apparently, after I'd talked myself into calming down, I headed straight to our room in the motel we'd booked in, and forced myself to sleep. My motive behind that was simple. If I wasn't awake by the time Ronan arrived, then I wouldn't have to deal with him. But I was wrong, very wrong. Not only had he not woken me up, he'd carried me into his car too. Oh good Lord. I sucked in a sharp breath, before jerking away from him and pressing myself against the car door like I'd just been burned. Ronan didn't even flinch. He didn't tease, neither did he let out his signature smirk, followed by a snarky remark. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his unreadable gaze flicking to me in the dim lights of the passing street lamps. “You comfortable?” That was what he went with to break the silence. His voice was low, too deep and calm, and I didn't miss how it made goosebumps crawl up my skin. “I. I wasn't.” I trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Heat crawled up my neck and cheeks, and I hoped he didn't see it. “You drool in your sleep you know?” His lips curved up into a small smirk as he spoke. “No, I do not.” I nearly choked. Whatever level of embarrassment I must have felt tripled, and I wanted to disappear. Reluctantly, I found myself wiping at the side of my mouth for proof of what he'd just said. There wasn't any. Liar. “Liar.” I huffed. Ronan didn't so much as respond, but I didn't miss the amusement that shone in his eyes. His shoulder lifted in a lazy shrug, before his grin widened. He was enjoying this way too much, and at my own detriment too. “You should have woken me up.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why didn't you?” “I was going to.” He tone was lazy as his gaze flicked to the driver. “Then I thought, nah…let her get comfortable.” Asshole. He must have read my mind, because he added. “I didn't touch you though.” I could swear he was on the verge of laughing. “If that's what you're afraid of, but I doubt you would mind.” “Liar.” I let out again. “If you didn't, how did I end up in the car then? Certainly, I couldn't have walked here myself and….” “I asked him to carry you.” He cut me off, before tilting his head towards the driver. The driver, who I hadn't even noticed until now, remained silent, his face hidden in the shadows of the car. From his whole demeanor, you could tell he was the type that saw everything, but rarely ever spoke. Smart. But dangerous. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Ronan chortled. “Just say the words, and I'll do it myself next time, princess.” I wanted to respond, but I figured I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was successfully riling me up. Instead, I decided to calm my racing heart, before talking to him again. “Where are we?” I asked. A couple of minutes had passed, and I realized I had no idea where we were, neither did I recognize any of the landmarks we'd just passed. “And where are we going?” “Home.” his voice sent a shiver down my spine. The concept was simple but daunting. It wasn't just any home, it was his home and If I didn't know earlier, this was every indication I needed to know that I was stuck in his own little world. “You're tense, Valentina.” He whistled. “loosen up a bit.” “My name is Vivienne.” I scoffed. “You think?” I had no idea what was going through his mind when he'd asked his question, but it wasn't what he did next. One minute, there was a plausible distance between us, and the next, he'd cut through it all, just to lean in closer. My breath hitched as his arm brushed my waist , his scent wrapping around me like a thick blanket. He smelled faintly of smoke, a clean aftershave, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. Whatever it was though, he smelled amazing and it made me heady. “You need to relax, Vivienne.” his voice was smooth, coaxing , but laced with something dangerous. I gasped as his fingers drew lazy shapes into my sides. “What are you doing?” I turned my head to escape him, but all it did was bring us closer. So close that his lips lingered at the base of my ear. “Testing a theory.” He whispered. “What theory?” “You like it when I get close.” His fingers trailed over my wrist, slow and deliberate, his featherlight touches making my head swirl. I sucked in a large breath, before pushing my gaze towards the driver. He didn't even react, neither did he glance in the rearview mirror, and I couldn't help but think he had seen this play out before. It might have been normal to him, but it wasn't to me. “Back off.” I scowled, shoving his hand away from me. “Touch me again and I'll snap all your fingers into two.” Ronan chuckled, a truly hearty sound, before finally leaning back, but the damage had been done. He'd made me breathless and he knew it. “Hey.” He let out suddenly. I jerked my head in his direction, and the sight that laid in front of me wasn't one I saw coming. Every trace of amusement was long gone, and had been replaced by a stoic expression so hard, it could break up an iceberg. “Try to run, and see what happens.” I gasped. Fear and anxiety swirled around me, and I found it hard to breathe. Was he a mind reader now? I had barely thought about it, and yet he was already throwing a warning at me. “What ..” “Relax, princess.” And just like that, it was gone. I was still reeling from the bombshell he'd just dropped, when he let another one loose. “We're home, princess.” The engine cut off at his words, and the soft click of the doors unlocking reached my ears. Home. And that was all it took my heart to drop officially.Vivienne's POV My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing the question that had been ripped from my lips. What the hell had I gotten myself into now?The question wasn't the problem. Instead, everything laid in my answer, one I knew very well. Right from the moment Ronan had asked me to describe in details what I wanted him to do to me, I knew. I knew the answer. And not only that, I had successfully replaced the overwhelming, terrifying truth with a manageable, equally intense lie. He didn't need to know that, and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him. Ronan hadn't walked out for a stroll, he had only given me time to obey. The few minutes of quiet wasn't for me to think about it, but a countdown. The fear of getting caught, the note, and the suspicion, had been successfully been converted into a pure, electric fear of anticipation and want, all thanks to yours truly. I wanted to tell myself that I didn't equally want this, but my hands trembled as I stripped. Every piece
Vivienne's POV The note felt heavier the longer I held it. I tried to drop it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do so. I was probably exaggerating, but I hated that the note felt like it weighed a million pounds. It shouldn't have, it was just a small, folded piece of paper, but the weight of what it said pressed into my chest like a stone. She knows.Two words, two powerful words that would definitely break me if news got out. I didn’t even realize I’d walked into the bedroom until the door clicked shut behind me. The quiet hit me first, too soft compared to the chaos outside. The firelight from the courtyard spilled faintly through the window, carving long, uneasy shadows across the room. I should have felt a tiny bit of comfort, considering that I'd been in here before, but it just wouldn't come. I sat on the edge of the bed and unfolded the note again, my fingers trembling. The jagged handwriting looked worse under the light, rushed, angry, and maybe scared. The ink had
Vivienne's POV I had no idea how long I spent in the restroom after both my guests had left me to my thoughts, but if the pain in my legs and ankle meant anything, it was probably a lot, even though it didn't seem that way in my mind. The lights that I swore were just the right shade when I first walked in here, now suddenly seemed too bright. They were harsh and too white, slicing through the haze of what had just gone down a couple of minutes ago. My head pounded, not from alcoho, I hadn’t touched a drop, but from the weight of everything that had unfolded. Maverick’s words, Lana’s smirk, and that single word still echoing in my mind like a curse.Fragile.I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the mirror, pretending I could ignore the unease gnawing in my gut. It was easier than admitting that something in me was beginning to unravel, quietly, but steadily.By the time I made it out of the restroom and back to the yard, the clubhouse was already awake. Too awake. It w
Vivienne's POV For a long moment, I didn’t move. At this point, I wasn't sure I would be able to even if I tried. My feet seemed to have been glued to the door, so I just stood there staring at the door, while I tried to match the voice to a face.It wasn’t Ronan’s. It didn’t have that growl hidden under every word, and it definitely didn't sound like the voice belonged to Callie or any other female, so who the fuck was on the other side? “Maverick?” I finally said, barely loud enough. If there was anything my hesitation meant, it was the fact that I'd just made a big guess and I could only hope I was right. “Yeah,” came the reply, muffled but steady. “You okay in there?”I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Relief flooded through my veins, but I pushed it aside instantly. It was silly, but I mentally counted to ten before unlatching the door. When it swung open, the hallway light flooded in, catching the edge of Maverick’s leather jacket and the silver chain around
Vivienne's POV The bonfire was burning low now, its glow pulsing like a heartbeat beneath the smoke filled sky. It had been hours since the last incident, but that night was still loud with music thrumming and buzzing, loud laughter echoing in every corner, and the metallic clatter of bottles. But underneath it all, there was something else. I couldn't exactly place a finger to what it really was, because it felt more of a shift in the air than anything else. A cool breeze rustled by, but instead of calming me, it only whispered tales of a danger I couldn’t name.I was panicking but for no clearer reason, and I wasn't sure if I was glad about the fact that no one seemed to notice it, or not. Maybe if Callie were anywhere near, she would be able to sniff it out. “Calm down, Vee.” I forced breaths past my lips. “you'll be fine.” I'd barely chanted the words to myself, and I was already starting to feel better, before Lana’s laugh cut through whatever calm I'd been building. She
Vivienne's POV The night was a blur of neon and noise, but the good kind. Firelight flickered across the courtyard, throwing orange shadows over leather and smoke. A huge bonfire burned in the middle of the compound, so you just had to believe me when I said the fire and smoke rose up like its only mission was to overthrow the moon. Music thundered from the speakers, with laughter spilling like beer from the open kegs. If there was onf thing that was crystal clear tonight, Reapers didn’t just party, they devoured the night whole. And I was trying my damn hardest to keep up.I smiled when people greeted me, laughed when they made jokes, and even leaned against Ronan when he passed by, pretending the ground didn’t tilt beneath my feet. But every few minutes, the world swayed, just slightly, like the earth couldn’t decide which way was up.The more time passed, the more I felt like my knees were going to give up from underneath me. I wasn't tired, far from that, but I wouldn't mind







