Ronan's Soft Expressions

Ronan Ross straightened his slumped shoulders and stepped forward towards the unforgivable intruder.

"Now. One question. Your final and cut short answer. Listening?"

Ronan's serene yet forceful tone pricked his ears, which could induce fear in anyone.

Ronan's stare was fixated upon the squirming silhouette, down in his feet.

Niall was crouched down on the floor holding his left ear in hand, which was throbbing with pain and burning red.

Whilst contrary to his burning ear, he felt a cold chill in his body. Niall could not comprehend that why the villa suddenly became so cold, perhaps because a piercing stare was penetrated onto his face.

A merciless stare.

Niall gulped his fear, he was aware that this was coming if he dared to step inside. He could see the terror of the devil standing above his head, Niall saw the reflection in Ronan's neatly polished shoes.

The man silently prayed inwardly for his life and lifted his orbs, to glance into Ronan's eyes. They were silvery grayish, lifeless more likely dead. There was neither mercy in them, nor Ronan's expressions changed.

A paralyzed face with a paralyzed life!

Ain't like that?

"Master, I- I..."

Niall's voice stuttered seeing the two lifeless orbs of grim reaper bored onto his face without even a single or slight blink.

The poor man found his voice stucked into the throat, like a hard lump to swallow and to vomit out. So, he lowered his head down and let his master to utter the punishment or question the reason.

Because he was well aware that his master was clever enough and witty.

"I want a right hand man. Someone who obeys me, not some no ranker, who does not have any authority but tends to make decisions and command."

Ronan's voice did not raise even a little but Niall could sense the warning behind those stern and cut short speech, given by his master.

"Understood?"

The magnetic voice of Ronan Ross was enough to make the next person realize that, no one should mess with the US crime lord.

Any disagreement, of course only when you are at wrong side and still insisting ,would only make you lose your head!

Niall made a silent promise to himself that if he got out of the villa, he would never ever dare to step inside no matter what happens.

Hardly able to believe his luck, Niall stared back at his master totally stunned.

Astonished upon the scenario which had just occurred.

"Now stand up and state what was so urgent for which you disturbed me."

Ronan turned around and shoved his hands into the denim jeans.

His voice was still demanding but Niall knew it was his master's leniency!

Niall slumped backwards falling on the marble floor as soon as his master lifted his eyes off. The man must have thanked God for being merciful enough to let him live, via his master's degree of leniency.

"Ack...ah, yes, yes master,"

Niall tried to utter something precisely he let out a chirp, a voice to let his known that he had heard him clearly.

So, that he could get a few moments to stand up to respond in a proper manner because his master was a man of discipline.

"Master, it...I apologise for sprinting inside and stepping out of my bubble but this required your attention."

Niall shoved his right hand in pocket and rattled out his cell phone. Ronan ebbed to cast a glance what was his right hand man holding, so important which could not wait.

Niall swiped on the screen and shoved the android phone in front of his boss' eyes.

It was something unexpected but perhaps actually held some importance, as Ronan's paralyzed face finally showed some expressions.

His face turned soft immediately upon the sight, as the screen flashed in front of his eyes.

How an author would describe Ronan Ross, the king of underworld?

Possibly a man who wore rings in his slender fingers made from the bones of his enemies, preferred their skulls as his crown, a boasting possession in true meaning. Indeed he was the fearless and undefeated lion, with the scythe of his attitude!

Hereby, I ask you, who was the caller?

A call that had the potential tendency to change...

Oh! To force an expression on his face. Was it that easy to make that ice block melt?

Or by any chance, perhaps, only the caller was special!