Vivienne's POV
The rumble of Ronan's bike died down the moment he slipped into the heart of the Black Reaper’s domain. It was an industrial compound tucked behind a set of iron gates and oil streaked pavement.
I climbed off behind him, tugging at my jacket. I wasn't cold, but somehow I just knew I was going to need the extra cover. The moment my boots hit the ground though, I felt it immediately.
Eyes. They were staring. So many of them.
I gulped.
When Ronan always spoke about his men, I always made a mental note at the back of my head that they were a lot, but if the people staring back at me represented a fraction of the people under Ronan's reign, then I needed to update my mental note. And fast too.
A couple of them were standing around their bikes,others leaning against th
