RONAN
Things were going smoothly aside from finding my son. The attack on Ashvielle was proceeding exactly as planned—explosions timed perfectly, the Russians creating chaos on one side while my people worked the other. Cameras were feeding live footage to the authorities in Maldives. Everything was falling into place like dominoes.
Except I couldn't find my f*****g son.
It was funny, really. Hilarious in the most twisted way. I'd never given a f**k about that kid before.
Never wanted him. Spent years trying to erase his existence from my mind, pretending he didn't share my DNA, avoiding even thinking his name. But now? Now I needed him. Needed him badly enough that my chest tightened with something uncomfortably close to panic every time another report came back negative.
I paced the
