"You think I could ever care about a girl like you?" He questions, his head tilted to the side as he stares at me with his narrowed eyes. "Yeah." I respond, my voice faltering.
"Come smoke with me baby, and we'll see where this goes"
NOTE: I've made the spin off. Honestly, Ronans going to be WAYY more toxic than Miles because his character development is going to better.
Also, this book will not follow the same timeline, but the events that happened (like Ronan assisting Miles in burning down the building) will still be included.
SONG OF THE CHAPTER •DO I WANNA KNOW?• •ARTIC MONKEYS•
REMINDER OF RONAN!!
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Also the girl is gonna be another own character Rosanna Thorpe. (Her dads going to be the leader on the Prowler case)
COMMENT AND VOTE
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ROSANNA POV:
I slump into my bed, my curls splaying across my pillow as I let out an exhausted sigh. My father was chief of the police force across Brooklyn, and was desperately hunting for clues about the Prowler and his accomplices.
My mother, was a CEO of her own firm, making us one of the richest families across Brooklyn, however, recently she was more of a drunk than anything, simply smearing her favourited red lipstick across her face, before appearing as the face of her company.
My life was a mixture of high profile social events, private school, tuition, fees. I was home from boarding school for a few mere weeks, before I would be back, at Brooklyn academy, tuition of $135,000 a year.
I made a few close friends through that school, typically most people were interested in knowing me because I was close with the schools only dealer.
Ronan Torres.
We had been on and off repeatedly for the past year, sometimes we would be normal, going on dates and him treating me to gifts, flowers, perfume, jewellery, and other times he'd prioritise the other half of his life, that he made no effort to hide from me.
Street racing, drug dealing, committing arson, theft, assault. Sometimes I thought he was the Prowler, which I never truly believed.
He would sit me on the back of his motorbike, drive me to his apartment, and fuck me, roughly. Pinning me down and using me.
FLASHBACK
The powder slipped through my fingers as I brought it up to my nose in a little paper roll. I inhaled it up as the blurred faces danced around me.
"Pass me that" i hear, as i spin in the figures direction. Their cold voice making me look up into their brown eyes.
It was just Ronan, acting above me like normal, to seem superior. He looked down on me, as he saw men for what was on the exterior. A little, spoiled, rich girl.
No matter how many Drugs, alcohol and parties I went to or took, it was all he saw me for.
He could still come back. The boy that abused her, tore me up, and made me feel this way. Infact he probably never left. He had promised it would never happen again. But I wasn't scared of him, anymore.
