𝐄𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞|𝟏𝟖+

𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭#𝟐

*Warning* This part is particular has harrassment towards the fl. Be advised.

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The bar was alive with energy, with laughter, music, and clinking glasses creating a vibrant atmosphere. People were dancing, lost in the rhythm of the night, while others engaged in animated conversations. Amidst the chaos, Ronan and Mathew sat at the bar, their drinks in hand.

Mathew leaned in slightly, a drink in his hand, a look of genuine concern on his face. "How's your arm today?" he asked, referring to the gunshot wound Ronan had sustained a week ago.

Ronan shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "It's healing," he replied nonchalantly. "Still aches a bit, but nothing I can't handle."

Mathew nodded, satisfied with the response but still worried. "You should take it easy for a while, you know. Let it heal properly."

Ronan chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey, and shaking his head. "You know me, Mat. I can't sit still for too long. Besides, there's too much going on right now to take a break."

Both of them talked for a moment when the older one glanced behind the younger. "There's a girl checking you out at the end of the bar and she's hot."

"She's good," Ronan replied as he turned his head back. "But I'm not interested."

Mathew raised a brow, intrigued. "Oh, really? That sounds like there might be someone specific you want to see or talk to."

Ronan met his friend's gaze, his expression deliberately blank. "It's not like that. I... have a lot on my mind. Can't afford distractions."

He couldn't reveal who he wanted to see again. Rosetta. The woman had been on his mind since the night they spent together but Mathew had no idea.

His friend chuckled, shaking his head. "Or maybe there is a distraction?"

Ronan would have replied when his pockets buzzed, indicating a call. "Yes sir?" he asked as soon as he picked up.

"Ronan meet me at the house in a few," the man hung up as he replied while Ronan sighed, finishing his drink and standing up.

"Let's go. Our duty awaits," he said as he put his phone back in his pocket and they both left the bar together.

Meanwhile, Rosetta wandered the streets, the evening air was crisp and cool, the fading light of the setting sun casting long shadows across the pavement. The sky was painted with hues of deep orange and soft pink, a tranquil backdrop to the otherwise quiet cityscape.

She pulled her jacket tighter around her, feeling the chill of the evening settle in. The streets were eerily empty, the usual hustle and bustle of the day replaced by an almost unsettling stillness. Street lights flickered on, one by one, casting pools of warm light that illuminated her path.

The streets were growing darker as Rosetta continued her search for a place to stay. The once picturesque evening had taken on an ominous feel, with the shadows deepening and the silence becoming more oppressive. As she wandered, her mind preoccupied with finding shelter, she failed to notice the three men who had started to follow her.

Their voices cut through the quiet, crude, and mocking. "Hey, sweetheart, where are you going all alone?" one of them called out, his tone dripping with malice. Rosetta's heart began to pound, and she quickened her pace, hoping to lose them.

"Don't ignore us, honey!" another taunted, the laughter of his companions echoing in the empty street. Rosetta felt a surge of fear, her steps faltering as tears welled up in her eyes. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing the men closing in, their intentions clear in their predatory gazes.