Ronan looked down at the precious bundle in his arms and felt true contentment for the first time in his life.
He, like his brothers, had been abandoned by his birth parents when he was just a child. He had bounced around from foster home to foster home, never staying more than a few months before the foster parents got rid of him.
He was only 10 when he finally ended up in the same house as René, Luca, and the others, and he was the last one to join their band of brothers.
But even with the guys there, watching his back and showing him how life could be, he knew he was still missing something. He tried to fill it with sex and women, but that got old very fast… and the one time he actually fell asleep next to a one-night stand, he woke up holding a knife to her throat.
