"You are off duty, Niall."
Having the spaghetti in such an awkward situation, Ronan didn't care about how many men was around him and why would the underworld Lord bother to give a damn fuck about how uneasy they seem standing with their backs towards the terrifying man.
The poor souls didn't get any instruction of what to proceed further, neither they were told to leave nor to stay, technically Ronan didn't order them anything. Since it was Niall who dictated them what to do next, because Ronan Ross was greatly immersed into devouring the delectable flavour of the spaghetti.
After satiating his taste buds, Ronan placed the fork into the white plate which collided with the cutlery producing a feeble clang sound. The sudden sound echoed in the quiet room, and infused a fright condition within them when a grim silence was hovering and tensing the atmosphere.
