Shame it hadn't knocked some sense into him because if he took another step towards them, round two would have been fast approaching.

"He ain't going anywhere with you," Raven warned. "And next time, I won't stop. So I suggest you turn and leave while you still can."

"Ronan, get in the fucking car. Now."

Ronan whimpered. Peeped up from between his forearms before collapsing beneath the weight of another violent sob. He was in no state to make a choice, and like fuck Raven was about to let him be bullied into making the wrong one.

"Last. Fucking. Chance," Raven spat, his hands curling. The skin was split along...