Chapter 64 Crybaby

• Ronan
• The rhythmic hum of the helicopter blades filled the cabin as we cut through the skies, the distant landscape a blur beneath us. I sat in the back, surrounded by two of my men—armed, alert, loyal to my father’s commands, not mine.
• This wasn’t just another "job." It was a warning mission—a message to a rival syndicate that had dared to touch one of our arms shipments last week. My father wanted it loud, bloody, and final. So he sent me.