'Is that what you want, Renna?'
Ronan Ross did not expect that still she would not believe in him, even after staying three days in his villa and eventually sensing that he would not do anything without her consent.
The mafia king felt his heart stopped for a moment when he touched Renna's hand, that familiar touch of Amaris circulated in his body like an electric wave.
'I know it is you Amaris and I can feel it in my heart, you have to accept it and to tell me the truth including reasons behind your pretence.'
Ronan Ross stood up from the floor, supporting his arms with the bed. His eyes never left Renna's face as he could see a challenging expression on her lips.
'But if you want me to prove my love to you like this, Renna….then I will not back off from the demand.'
The mafia king stared at the gun in his right hand and sighed for a moment, it had been long since he had experienced any physical pain or perhaps not so long.
