Ronan's POV
I told myself I’d done the right thing. I'd weighed the choice between my heart and my mind, and I had chosen to go along with my mind because that was the most logical reason.
Lana knew the logistics, she knew every mother f*****g detail as well too. She might have upped and left at some point, but it didn't negate the fact that she belonged here, way before Vivienne even knew that bikers existed in the world. Lana had been handling preparations for years, and Vivienne, hell, she wasn’t ready. Not yet, not one bit. Putting her in that position would’ve been like throwing her to the wolves, setting her up for drags and what not, and I couldn’t afford mistakes when the whole damn club was watching.
That was the truth. Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I'd lost
