Chapter 17: Need to get stronger.
Chapter 17
Ronan's heart pounded hard against his ribs, but his face remained unreadable. He turned toward the boss, who stood frozen, his expression shifting from shock to pure dread. He held that expression not because he was afraid of Ronan —his fear ran deeper than that.
His superior had seen him reveal everything to Ronan.
And that meant he was a dead man.
Ronan narrowed his eyes, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Thanks for telling me everything I needed to know. I'll spare you this time, but don't expect me to do it again. And don't you dare go near my son for any reason."
The boss opened his mouth, maybe to plead, maybe to warn him of something. But Ronan didn't care. In a blur of movement, he struck the man's vital point. The boss collapsed instantly, unconscious before he even hit the ground.
Ronan exhaled slowly, flexing his fingers as he turned away. His boots crunched against shattered debris and broken metal as he strode toward the exit. His mind was consumed by a single thought.
Noah.
He had to confirm his son was okay.
The second he stepped outside, he pulled out his phone and dialed Dean's number. The line rang.
Once.