Vivienne's POV
I wasn't sure how long had passed, but I knew it had been long enough when my joints and legs started aching. As opposed to before, I was no longer resting against the edge of Ronan's desk. Instead, I had my back to the wall now, my butt against the ground, with my head pressed against my knees.
I was no longer crying too. Occasionally, I would let out a hiccup and a sob, before going mute again. I'd been doing it since I stopped crying into my knees, hoping and praying that no one would walk in here or overhear me. God must have been on my side because I'd barely muttered that prayer, before loud music reached my ears.
The bikers. They were jolly and having the time of their lives, while I was here, huddled in a corner and regretting my life's choices. I was one of th
