MasukVivienne’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 I found him before he found me, and I couldn't help to not comment on how that was rare these days.Ronan stood in the open space near the bikes, his shoulders squared, and voice low but commanding as he spoke to a small group of men clustered around him. He wasn’t loud, because he never had to be. People leaned in when he talked, instinctively straightening, nodding, adjusting their stances like gravity had abs shifted.I slowed my steps when I realized what he was doing.“Positions stay tight,” he said, tapping two fingers against the map spread across the table. “No gaps. I want eyes on every turn. You…” he pointed without looking up, “...you ride third. Switch with him if anything feels off.”“Why boss?” One of the men frowned. “You think someone’s gonna pull something?”“No.” Ronan’s jaw flexed. “I think Lana likes attention.”That earned a few quiet chuckles, but all I could manage was my stomach dropping lower than usual. “I don’t,” he added flatly. “Extra
Vivienne's POV It had been two days of breathing over my shoulder. Two long excruciating days that felt like time had crawled to a standstill somehow and no one had the fucking keys to unlock it. Or something like that. That was what it felt like, with Ronan everywhere and all the time. He wasn't hovering, nor frantic, he was just there. Watching, and waiting, like a man guarding something he wasn’t sure how close it was to breaking.I managed to get space only because my body had betrayed me, and at the right time too. I guess. Ronan had caught me bent over a trash bin outside, gagging so hard my knees buckled. I’d barely managed to wave him off between dry heaves, whispering that I was fine, that it was nothing. He didn’t believe me, but he finally let me have air. He let me walk, let me exist without his shadow for a while. “You can head out if you want.” He'd said. His tone was grave, and that was all the indication I needed to know that he was struggling.He'd only been l
Ronan's POV She woke slowly. Not startled, not peaceful either, just aware, and I had no idea how I felt about that. Her lashes fluttered, her body shifting beneath the sheets, and the moment her eyes opened fully, they locked on me. I didn’t move. I hadn’t been moving for a while, and I just knew because the pain in my lower back had morphed into a constant strain that threatened to break me apart if I moved or breathed the wrong way. I sat in the chair beside the bed, elbows on my knees, with my hands clasped, and watching her breathe like it was the only thing anchoring me to the ground.She tensed, not in fear exactly, but in recognition.“You’re staring,” she murmured, voice rough with sleep.“I know.”I didn’t soften it. I didn’t smile, nor did I reach for her. I stayed exactly where I was, calm, still, and contained in a way I knew she wasn’t used to. It wasn’t anger she was seeing, but it wasn’t tenderness either.It was control. While many had conflicted views on how
Ronan's POV I didn’t sleep, not for a second. And even if I could, I doubted I would have been able to successfully force my eyes shut without pushing them open in the next five minutes. If I pushed too hard, the minutes, then I would be wide awake again. You couldn't blame me, because anyone who was in my shoes, would definitely react the same way too. I sat on the edge of the bed with my back against the headboard and Vivienne curled against my chest like something fragile, something breakable I couldn’t afford to lose.She slept through most of the night, but every now and then she’d twist in the sheets, her body jolting like she was running from something in her dreams. Once, she flinched so hard her hand flew to her stomach, and she whispered something I couldn’t fully hear.A broken, breathless “please.”Each time, I tightened my hold around her, smoothing my hand down her spine, and whispering her name until her breathing evened again.And the whole time, one thought burne
Vivienne's POV The room I could swear was once safe no longer thrummed with that aura. Instead , it had been replaced with something else, something else in the form of Ronan that was just waiting to explode. Maybe any other person would be scared, but the thought of what was about to happen, only made my skin tingle in anticipation. I still felt the tremors deep in my bones, and I knew it was a lingering weakness from the horror of the previous minutes, but when he lifted me off his lap, every ounce of fear seemed to disappear into a scorching, desperate heat aimed only at him.I wanted him. No, I needed him..He didn’t put me down gently. Instead , he got up with me still in his arms, walked me backward, and towards the bed with his eyes dark with desire. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, when he finally set me on the bed and I collapsed onto the soft spread, the weakness in my legs finally winning.But before I could even try to sit up, he was over me.His weight settle
Ronan's POV I didn’t stop walking until the door slammed behind us. Even as wesde our way to the room, you just had to believe that I couldn't hear a single slap of my feet against the wooden floors. I had only one mission in my mind, and that was to get Vivienne to safety and even after we'd arrived in the soft cocoon of the room, it still didn't feel whole. The door closing behind us was all it took to pull me back to the present. It wasn't violent, neither was it loud, but just final. Vivienne trembled in my arms, her breath uneven against my chest, with her fingers curled weakly into my shirt like she didn’t know what else to hold on to. I could feel her pulse next time my skin, rapid and unsteady, like her body was fighting itself just to stay upright.I didn’t put her down. Not until I sat on the edge of the bed with her still in my lap.She felt too light, oo fragile, and too wrong. That brought a frown to my face immediately. Her head rested against my throat and for a







