Novel & Cerita Ronnie Van Zant Last Words

I looked up and saw Stark's gaze was turned to me. I looked away from Stark and back to Stallone. I grabbed Stallone's hand and held on tight to it. I let all my tears out, no longer making effort to hold them back. I felt Stallone's hand on mine and I looked straight at his face. My eyes were blurb from vision by my tears. "It's my time to go Andra. I just want to tell you... I love you..." Stallone said. Those were his last words before he died.

The corner of my lips raised slightly, “Well, I think I did. I feel…” However, before I could elaborate, the doctors emerged from the ward, bearing unfortunate news— "I extend my sincere apologies, King Andres and Alpha Victor, as Ronnie has unfortunately lapsed into a comatose state…”

Not long after that, Ronnie died from a rogue attack. Those bastards. Sons of bitches. They royally screwed us up. Me and Dalton. Our bond. They planned it. But why—and to what end? Bile rose in my throat as I recalled the memories again, feeling helpless in my tormentors’ grasp, hands roaming over my undressed form—oh goddess, no.

ZANDER The van sat parked right in front of the Circle’s building in Vivian’s pack. The engine was off, but the tension inside was intense. I could hear everyone’s breathing in the silence, heavy and restless. My eyes stayed on the building through the front glass, tall and still in the night, like it was waiting for us. Ronald sat in the backseat with them. His face was pale and angry. I remembered the moment he realized what we had done. The second he found out, his temper had flared.

I look at her. "He died this morning," she says. "Talia said it was quiet. He was sleeping and then he was not." She pauses. "She said the last thing he said, the night before, was the seven words." I look at her. "She kept going and so will they all," Selene says. "Yes," I say. She comes into the room. She sits in her chair. She does not pick up the continuation record. She does not pick up the notebook. She just sits.

We would not survive. “Fall back!” I roared. “Fall the fuck back, now!” They heard me. Thank God they heard me. The Revenants started pulling out, covering each other as they moved for the exits. I turned just in time to see Ronn being hauled upright by two of our guys, his arm slung over their shoulders, his leg soaked red. “Get Ronn out!” I yelled. They dragged him toward a waiting van outside. Someone threw the doors open and they shoved him inside. More of my men piled in after him, guns up and watching the doors.

“You caused her death! You did! She's gone because you were too insecure. You had to be the best, and she died paying for it!” The last words echo in the room. Axel’s hands fall away from his face, revealing a pulped, bleeding nose, but his eyes—those fierce eyes—are fixed entirely on me, utterly shattered. His back slumps against the wall, and his gaze drops to the floor. Silent. Only breathing. And blood drips to the floor. I can't move. My hand flies to my mouth, stifling a scream. Romona. The name was a tragedy we promised never to speak of. And now, he's done it.