-Ronan-
“So, how do you want to do this?” Maverick uncle asked. “Guns? Fists? Knives?”
“How about you just get on your knees and let me kill you?” I inquired.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, that would be too easy,” he commented. “Besides, I’m counting on killing you tonight.”
“You won’t,” I said.
Maverick smiled at me, taunting me with his evil grin.
“You took so f*cking much from me,” I growled.
“You were the one who took first,” he countered.
“Adrianna was always mine.”
He looked at me with a burning hatred. “No, you turned her against me,” he accused. “And now you get two chances!”
“I did, and I will make sure to honor my second chance,” I taunted.
“Don’t count on it,” he snarled, smiling again.
His words made my heart race. “What do you mean?”
“Your mate isn’t feeling
