LOGINVivienne’s POV
I sucked in a deep breath as I stood at the entrance to the church. I wasn't an overly religious person, but even I knew there was something wrong here. The entire building looked run down, like it had seen better days. The stained glass windows didn't catch the light, instead,they seemed to block it all out. Litter and overgrown bushes were scattered around, and for a quick moment, I was reminded of my fear of snakes. What if one was hiding in the bushes, or lurking around, just waiting to strike… “There's no time.” Someone called from behind me, before breezing past me and into the church. “Get in.’ I didn't so much as catch a glimpse of his face, but he was one of Ronan's men. One of the many men that didn't like me. I sighed. After counting down to ten, I inhaled and exhaled, before forcing my legs to move in the direction of the church. The inside was nothing like I'd expected. I held no expectations when I'd woken up this morning, but this, this was way below par. The floor tiles were filthy, and with each step I took, I felt something sticky glue to the bottom of my shoes. The pews looked liked they'd seen better days, and the people sitting on them didn't help matters either. Ronan's men were scattered around the pews in the church. With how weak the pews looked, I feared they would collapse underneath them. The lighting inside was nothing to write home about either. It was dingy, and a strange smell filled the air. If this wasn't a sign that this church was probably run by Ronan or one of his men, then I had no idea what else would suffice. The priests eyes fell on me, and I hastened my steps. Unlike other brides at their weddings, I didn't have to worry about a flowing wedding gown. Mine was short, simple and bunched up at the waist. While it wasn't my style, Ronan had picked it and I doubted he would appreciate me bitching over his choice of clothes. That, and the fact that this was a contract marriage. Nothing more, nothing less. “You're here.” The priest's voice reached my ears. “we can start, if it's okay by you.” The last statement was obviously directed at Ronan, and I would be lying if I said he hadn't caught my eye all this time. He was the first person my eyes had caught when I walked in. I didn't expect him to dress the part, but neither did I think him showing up in a pair of black pants and a black shirt would turn my insides into mush. He was gorgeous, and that was a gross understatement. “Yes priest.” Ronan's voice was too commanding , and the priest didn't exactly take it too well. “Let's get this over with.” “Let's start with the vows.” I didn't miss how his fingers shook, and the slight break in his voice. “Miss…” “Vivienne.” I let out slowly, and with a small smile..”my name is Vivienne.” “Yes.” He nodded. “I, Vivienne Carter.” I started. “Take you, Ronan for better or worse. Though, let's be honest, it'll mostly be worse. Do you?” A string of laughter followed, and from the corner of my eyes, I watched Ronan’s lips lift into a ghost of a smile. “Yeah sure.” Ronan didn't look the least bit bothered, but he still went on. “Ill take her, for as long as she can handle me.” “Perfect.” The priest stuttered. I watched him fiddle around his pockets for a while, before he pulled out two rings. “Please exchange rings.” I held Ronan's gaze as he slid the ring onto my finger. The moment his thumb came in contact with my finger, a jolt of electricity rushed through me, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. “Is that all?” Ronan asked once the ring was on his finger. “Um..” the priest's face ashened immediately. His gaze jumped around the walls, until they couldn't. “You may kiss the bride now.” It was my turn to pale now. I knew this was just a contract wedding, but I didn't expect this part to be real. My mind whirred, and I felt my heart drop to the ground. In a moment of weakness, I snuck a glance at my husband. “Alright.” He was in front of me in a second, and before I could react, his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was nothing like I expected. His lips were soft, but I didn't miss how needy and rough it was. He moved his tongue over my bottom lip, and it took everything in me to stop my toes from curling. I had no idea how to react or what to do, but before I could, the kiss was broken, pulling me back to reality. “I now pronounce you, husband and wife.” ********** My heart slammed in my chest as I waited for the results to show. I hadn't wanted to check, but I just knew delaying it would only complicate things for me. I counted down the seconds that made up two minutes before picking up the test. What I didn't expect, were the two straight lines staring back at me. The bathroom was dimly lit, but I saw it really clearly. A wave of panic raked through me, and I found myself holding onto the sink for balance. Fear nipped at my bones and my stomach churned in anxiety. My fingers trembled, but no matter how hard I blinked, the pink lines just wouldn't disappear. I was pregnant. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was no way this was possible. This had to be a sick prank, and at the worst time possible too. What was I going to do with a baby? I was already doomed, and now, I had to bring a child into the world? This was going to change everything as I knew it. What the hell was I supposed to do now?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 The silence Ronan left behind felt worse than the argument itself.I stared at the closed door long after he walked out, my chest tight enough to hurt. Every word he’d said kept replaying in my head over and over again, sharper each time.I don’t know who you are right now.That one refused to leave me alone.I pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes hard enough to hurt, but it didn’t stop the tears burning behind them.God, everything felt ruined. Not broken, but fucking ruined, and I had no one else to blame but myself. The room suddenly felt too small to breathe in. The walls pressed inward, heavy and suffocating, and the longer I stayed in that bed, the more trapped I felt.I needed air, even if it hurt, even if I probably shouldn’t have been moving yet.I pushed the blanket aside slowly, wincing immediately as pain ripped through my side. The stitches pulled sharply, forcing a shaky breath out of me, but I ignored it.I deserved worse than pain right now
Vivienne's POV “What do you mean, war?” The question left me before I could stop it.Maverick looked uncomfortable immediately, and somehow that made everything worse.“I'm listening.” Ronan didn’t take his eyes off him. “Explain.”Maverick exhaled slowly before stepping further into the room. He held a folded stack of papers in one hand now, worn from being opened too many times already.“There were names inside,” he said carefully. “Locations, shipment schedules, literally everything you can think of.”“I don’t understand,” A cold feeling spread slowly through my stomach as I whispered.“You weren’t supposed to,” Ronan muttered. The words weren’t loud, but they landed hard anyway.Maverick on the other hand, continued carefully, like he was choosing what to say in front of me.“There were forged signatures too,” he said. “Markings tied to us.”“What?” Ronan went completely still beside the bed. “What kind of markings?”“The kind that makes it look like we authorized something we
Vivienne's POV The quiet was worse than the noise. There was no shouting, no revving chorus, and most importantly, no crowd pressing in close enough to blur the edges of my fear. I knew I should be grateful for the drastic drop in number, considering how many bikes had followed us here, but fo
Vivienne's POV I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving, and whether or not I was going to regret it, we were just going to have to find out later. I wouldn't exactly say I was the queen of impulsive decisions, but right now, I didn't care. I just slipped away while the noise was still high and t
Vivienne's POV By the time I was standing beside the bike, I already knew my body was betraying me. A small part of me had thought that waiting the race out would do me some good, but apparently, I was wrong. I had hours, basically the whole day to get it out of my system and prepare my mind fo
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







