Vivienne's POV

The ride home was mostly quiet, and to be honest, I wasn't sure what I thought of it. Ronan hadn't said much, to me, if I was being honest. All I knew was the fact that he'd been barking out orders the moment he carried me past the other bikers inside the clubhouse.

He'd wanted to take me back home via the way we came, but he must have taken a step back and realized how it was only going to worsen the pain I felt in my leg.

“Get the car ready, right now.” He yelled at ...