Chapter 7 - WRATH OF THE PATRIARCH
When I was brought back to the penthouse, Ronan was a man possessed. I had a small bruise on my wrist where Finn had grabbed me. Ronan stared at the purple mark as if it were a declaration of war. Within an hour, Finn was dragged into the study. I stood in the shadows, watching as Ronan dismantled his own son. "You touched what is mine," Ronan said, his voice stripped of all humanity. "You have twenty-four hours to leave Chicago. If I ever see your face again, you won't be my son. You'll be a target." Finn wept, begging, but Ronan didn't blink. The Callahan family was officially broken, but I had never felt safer.
