'I have to find the truth about her myself.'
Ronan had already acknowledged that the woman inside the flower shop would definitely have him with curiosity.
Thus, he preferred to go alone on the front field, while the rest of the army stayed behind...disguised and scattered throughout the street.
'I will pray for your life, you fool woman! Who told you to go for such a dangerous task?'
Meanwhile Ronan had crept out of the car, Niall who was standing nearby the bakery closed his eyes and muttered whatever prayer he could remember.
Of course, he knew that it was not a question to ask but the utmost possibility, that his master would wash away the shop with a blood bath.
The right hand man could not comprehend what to do because it was solely his assumption, that his master came back urgently because of that woman.
He wanted to stop his boss but also valued his own life, the fate of the people working in the flower shop had already been written
