Adrian's POV
The click of the front door shattered the air between us and I yanked myself back from Nirvana.
The sudden loss of her heat hit me hard. I turned my back to her immediately, dragging my hands through my hair.
Ronan's footsteps echoed down the corridor. But the voice that came ahead of him was completely wrong. Flat. Deadened. The voice he only used when he was handling the ugly side of our business.
"I do not care if he begged. Sink the car and get rid of him."
I dropped my hands and turned just as Ronan stepped into the kitchen doorway. He pulled a burner phone from his ear and shoved it into his pocket, but Nirvana had already seen it. He stopped dead, eyes narrowing, immediately sensing the atmosphere hanging between us.
He let out a loud sigh and played the exhauste
