Mercedes Ron Books Novels & Stories

When everyone left, she was the only one who stayed. I wanted to stay with Liv, but Ron urged me to hurry home because he had left an important document in his study. It's an application to merge the companies, which is his biggest concern currently. “Eva, darling!” Ron found me in the kitchen and set his papers on the rectangular table. “I need a whisky on the rocks!” As my life habit, I did what he asked. Ron tore off his black tie with one hand and threw it aside. With the other, he raised his glass and began to drink.

"Then we deal with it. But it will work." He didn't sound convinced. "There's something else," he said. "About Mercer." "What about him?" "I did some digging. Called in some favors. He's not just here about Hale." My blood went cold. "What do you mean?" "Mercer specializes in Academy security. But before that, he worked in Omega regulation. Specifically, finding hidden Omegas." The room started spinning. "He's done this before," Ronan continued. "Multiple times. He's good at it. Really good."

The only thing that I was grateful about was that the next stopover was only a few hours away from Eliza, and we would be back at home early tomorrow morning. I don’t disturb Ronan again as I occupied myself with one of the books Martha had given me. It was supposed to help me understand the concept of becoming one with Blue and also understand how abilities worked for shifters that had them. I had gotten lost in the pages of my book when a loud bang sounded from behind us. I jumped, startled out of my skin, and the book fell to the floor of the car as I looked at Ronan. “Stop the car,” Ronan commanded as he closed his laptop.

Ron brings out a book from his bag and starts going through them. Lexis shakes his head as he stands waiting for the door to recognize his face. "You have a meeting today at 3:00pm and you also have to be at Japan in 3 days time by 6:00am." Ron says as he reads through the book smiling from ear to ear like he had done the greatest thing. "Good." He says curtly before going out. Ron follows suit immediately. "I will be at the company later, I have something to take care of first." He says and heads to the garage. Ron runs to open the door for him before going over to the driver's seat.

I looked towards the fully opened garage, and there, sitting beautifully in the center of the clean space, was a shiny black Mercedes. I snapped my head back to Ronan, my jaw slightly dropping. He tried to bite back a smile which came out anyways, softening the sharp angles of his face. “It’s yours.” I shook my head instantly. “No.” His smile faded, his brow furrowing, “What do you mean, no?” I couldn’t possibly take this from him. Why would he give me something like that? “It’s too expensive.” I murmured. His lips twitched, before a sharp, disbelieving scoff escaped his mouth. “Trust me, solnyshko, buying ten of those for you wouldn’t touch a percentage of my wallet.”

“It is. Your uncle Ronan makes cars.” She gasped and swiveled around, her mouth wide open. “Really? Did bad uncle make this one?” I nodded. This one was the newest limited edition RT 2m5 of Throne automotive. How did I know? Well, Julius indeed followed up with his brother’s life more than anything else. “So cool.” She returned her attention to the portrait and the one next to it, observing them keenly. She stood on her tiptoe and lifted her tiny hand to touch the first portrait. But before her fingers could feel them, Naomi’s hands gently caught hers.

RONALD The ledgers. Of course it came back to them. Those damn black books no thicker than a bible, filled with decades of numbers, names, debts, blood and a fuck Ron of secrets. The kind of pages men would sell their own families to get. I had buried them over a decade ago, praying, hoping that they would stay dead. But fate had a way of fucking up everything. I blew out a breath, tapping on my steering, eyes glued to the busy intersection. I should have burnt that book to ash when I had the chance but Lydia had convinced me otherwise, saying it might be useful in the future.

“Brittany, do you like to read?” “I do. I have a massive collection. Why? Do you?” “I do, but I don’t have any books with me.” “You can borrow mine. What do you like?” “Oh, dark romance, really. As long as it isn’t too cheesy.”

“They can’t do anything to you tonight, the Blood Moon Party offers all parties temporary immunity and Greene wouldn’t try bringing up that shit in front of me if he knows what’s good for him. But still, you have to be careful in there. Please, don’t leave my side or go beyond where we can see you.” I placed my hand on his knee to soothe his concerns. “I won’t, don’t worry.” Then the last part registered. “Wait, who’s ‘we’?” Chase gestured towards the limo’s back window with a thumb. “Ron and myself.” “Oh,” I nodded. “Ron and yourself.” Wait. “Ron?!?” I looked out through the window and felt my jaw drop. Astride a monstrous-looking motorcycle with his coat flying behind him like a cape, Ron

he laughed. But then his gaze landed on one of the shelves. A book spine caught his attention, Raven Black. Then another. And another. The entire shelf was filled with Raven Black’s novels. He stepped forward, lifted one, then turned slowly to face Jeffrey. “Fan much? I thought i was obsessed but you've raised the bar.” Jeffrey said nothing. He just kept grinning. Ronald’s gaze shifted to the desk. It was filled with scattered pages and bundles of manuscripts of Raven Black’s familiar and popular books.