I Love You, Renna Amaryllis!

Ronan Ross, perhaps had went insane, well, accordingly Niall. The mafia king who never bothered to do a useless thing, which could never bring him any profit, was now chasing a woman!

Renna felt her heart being overflowed with a deadly poison, maybe a venom of love. She felt her heart clenching as if a recently healed wound had opened its slit to puke out the pain.

"Do not worry about that matter, I'm not leaving her at any cost and she would not come to know about you as well."

Ronan's intent stare followed every single movement of muscles on Renna's face. 

"What is the price?"

Yes! Exactly. 

Renna knew that what trick Ronan Ross was trying to pull out of her. But if the mighty Lord wanted to play then why should not Renna Amaryllis proceed with the show?

The heiress intentionally hit the right spot for which Ronan, himself was waiting impatiently. But what it could be?

Money. Yes!

Renna repositioned herself in the sofa with a smug expression, as if it was all she had wanted. As soon as Renna placed forward her unexpected words, a bright lopsided grin appeared on Ronan's face. 

Meanwhile, Niall's anger rose up listening to Renna's utterance. It made him actually wonder that why did his master bother to hear her, rather slashing tongue or smashing her head.

"How dare you talk back so boldly!?"

The right hand man, who had been serving Ronan Ross since the beginning, how could be bear any harm to approach his master let alone to swallow the bold words thrown at his boss.

Niall slipped his hand in the pocket as perhaps to fish out his gun but before he could attempt any movement, Ronan forced stopped his impulsive reaction.

Ronan raised his right hand as a gesture to Niall, while the man immediately obeyed his master's command and froze his foot right in the place. 

"I'm sorry master, please forgive my rude behaviour."

The right hand man imminently comprehended the blunderous act he just committed, although he had known the consequences which made him apologize at once.

But was his apologetic response enough to spare and save his head? 

No, definitely not! 

Niall could feel the atmosphere of the lounge dropping, an unnatural cold gust of breeze brushed the base of his spine. But the climatic temperature of New York city was definitely not cold, perhaps it was the sharp piercing stare of his master.

"Wise!"

Ronan Ross did not shift his eyes from Renna's evil smirking face, the lady looked no less than any bit*chy and cunning female character from an anime or novel.

He could sense the sudden shift of Renna's expressions as well as in her personality, her weak and fragile outer turned into a strong lady.  

"I knew you would not drag it more, I have told you my offering, Miss Renna."

Renna placed her arm gently on the armrest of the sofa as she spread her legs wider with a daring smile on her face. The lady looked no different than Ronan at the very moment, be it her imposing appearance or her stubborn attitude towards the mafia king. 

"But still, Mr Ross, what could possibly being your woman would bring me to?"

Renna's brainy attack landed on the lord, the heiress knew how to play with the Ronan's proposition. 

The lady tucked her back with the sofa, raised her chin up as a symbol of dignity and hot headed woman. 

"Wealth as major thing."

Ronan raised his right hand and placed it under his chin to support, of course a dangerous vibe was required for further speech.

"I believe this low roof house with empty units on both left and right, living in such a place would be harder for you, which can crumble down any soon."

Ronan's eyes circulated in the tidy yet small lounge as his cunning brain calculated the surroundings. 

Although, his derived conclusion was absolutely accurate but that was exactly the thing Renna Amaryllis wanted him to come up with. A wrong yet accurate conclusion. A forced truth. An Illusion to eyes. Such a sly fox she was, a suitable partner for a devil.

"Thus, I'm offering you money, a luxurious life with every kind of necessity and accessories."

Finally his piercing grey orbs rested on her face to see Renna's reaction, an expectation for fuming rage.

Ronan's offering made Niall confused, pushing him into a whirlpool that why the heck his master would propose a woman with such a big proposition. 

'Boss what are you doing? Ugh! Did he hit his head anywhere?'

Niall was forced to muddle.

"In exchange of?"

Renna's curt voice resonated in the lounge, as if she was the boss of board room and the in charge of negotiations. 

"Be my woman! It's a first sight love!"

Ronan chuckled softly, repeating to her which was obviously a rare sight.