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 The drive back felt longer than it should have, maybe because neither of us spoke or maybe because there was nothing left to say.I sat quietly in the passenger seat, one hand resting carefully over the fresh bandage beneath my shirt while the other twisted nervously in my lap.Ronan drove with both hands on the wheel, his expression unreadable.The silence wasn't uncomfortable, it was fragile, like one wrong word would shatter everything we'd managed to rebuild over the last hour.Call me crazy or whatever, but I couldn't shake off the fact that the reason we were making this drive back to the clubhouse was all because of me. I wasn't sure of their plan when they'd left the clubhouse earlier, but I was sure they hadn't achieved it. Ronan didn't say anything, but I knew for a fact I'd heard him delegating the responsibility to someone else. A part of me felt relief at it though. Perhaps it meant he wanted to spend more time with me, on a turf I was familiar with, o
Vivienne's POV Hours crawled by slowly enough to feel deliberate. At first, I counted the minutes, then I counted the footsteps outside the door.Eventually, I stopped counting altogether because every sound made my mind race somewhere darker.Voices drifted through the hallway in uneven bursts. Doors opened, doors slammed and someone hurried past, boots striking the floor in quick succession before fading away again.Every noise convinced me something had happened and every silence convinced me it was worse.I paced the room despite knowing I shouldn't.One lap first, then another and it didn't help that each step tugged painfully against the stitches in my side, but standing still felt impossible. Every time I tried, another horrible possibility forced me back into motion.What if Grant had done something else?What if Ronan had walked straight into another trap?What if...I squeezed my eyes shut.Stop. Just stop.I pressed both hands against my temples, trying to slow the thou
Chapter 121Vivienne's POV The walk was worse than I expected and not because Ronan was rough. God, if that was the case then believe me that it would have been easier.It would have been easier if he had been angry enough to hurt me with his words, to yell, to tell me exactly how much of a disaster I was.Instead, he was careful, painfully and cruelly careful. His arm remained secure beneath my knees while the other supported my back, keeping me lifted against his chest as though I weighed nothing.Every time his footsteps hit an uneven patch of ground, his hold adjusted automatically.Every single time, like his body remembered how to protect me even when everything else between us had fallen apart, but he never looked at me.Not once and that hurt more than I was willing to admit.The ride had been hot and miserable, my stitches screamed every time I moved, and my body was exhausted enough that I should have been grateful to be in his arms.Instead, all I could think was that I
Vivienne's POV This was officially the worst idea I had ever had and considering my recent life choices, that was saying something.The SUV bounced over another pothole and pain shot through my side so hard I nearly bit through my tongue.A muffled whimper escaped before I could stop it."God," I whispered through gritted teeth. Everything hurt, my side hurt, my back hurt, my neck hurt and even my pride hurt.The cramped space in the back of the vehicle had seemed manageable when I'd climbed inside, but now? Now it felt like a punishment specifically designed for me.A crate dug into my shoulder every time the SUV turned. A metal latch kept jabbing my knee, and the heat was becoming unbearable.Sweat stuck my shirt to my skin and my mouth felt dry enough to crack, but first of all, nobody had found me.At first, I'd been terrified of getting caught, now I was beginning to wonder if I was simply going to die back here from dehydration and stupidity.Another bump rattled the vehicle
Vivienne's POV The clubhouse hadn’t been quiet once in the last two days.Not once.Even from inside the room, I could hear it constantly. I heard boots against floors, doors slamming and raised voices drifting through the walls at all hours of the night.If all those signs pointed to one thing and one thing only, it was the fact that tension lived here now.Heavy, restless, waiting, and somehow, I’d become the center of it.I sat carefully against the headboard, wincing as another dull ache spread through my side. The stitches still pulled every time I moved too fast, and standing for longer than a few minutes made dizziness creep in almost immediately.I hated it.I hated being stuck here while everyone else ran around trying to fix the mess I helped create.Another burst of voices echoed faintly downstairs and I actually flinched. “…shipment routes changed…”“…they’re watching us now…”“…move the trucks before nightfall…”I closed my eyes briefly.God.Every conversation soun
Vivienne's POV The second Maverick said “We may already be too late,” the entire atmosphere changed.Ronan went still beside me, but not in shock or panic. This was worse. He became focused, that terrifying kind of focus that meant decisions were already being made in his head faster than anyone else could keep up with.“What happened?” he asked immediately.“It's not good news.” Maverick glanced toward me briefly before lowering his voice further, almost as if he was asking for permission before he spoke. “A shipment disappeared an hour ago.”“What shipment?” My stomach tightened as Ronan asked.“We don’t know yet.” Maverick scrubbed a hand down his face roughly. “But calls started coming in right after those papers surfaced.”“From who?”“Everyone.”A wave of silence followed next, and from how it echoed, it was all shades of heavy, wrong and dangerous. Then Maverick added quietly. “They think we sanctioned it.”Ice flooded my veins instantly while Ronan’s expression hardened
Vivienne's POV By the time night fell, my nerves were so tight they buzzed under my skin like live wires. Every second that passed felt like I was walking toward the edge of a cliff with no way to stop myself. Lana hadn’t come back to tell me what the “volunteer activity” was, and that made ev
Vivienne's POV For the next twenty four hours, I moved like a ghost, and that was the worst punishment anyone could ever get subjected to. I wasn't doing it because I wanted to. No, far from that. If there was anything I yearned for the most, then it had to be the comfort of being with Ronan,
Ronan's POV I stood there for a long moment after Vivienne froze under my question. Her eyes were wide and terrified, her breath short, and when I said I hated seeing her scared and crippled like a fucking rabbit, I meant it with all my heart. “Vivienne.” I called out again, my tone softer thi
Vivienne's POV For a second, I honestly thought I might pass out, and if I was being honest, that didn't sound too much of a bad idea right now. Hell, what was I saying? Right now, I wouldn't want anything else. It was probably stupid, but if I knew how to willingly pass out, then best belie







