Ronan. Ten years.Ten years in Hell and the first words out of my mouth were: “Where is my wife?!” “God, Ronan, it’s been ten years and the first thing you request for is for some woman?” Elena scoffed.“I’m not going to say it again, Elena.” I snapped and I could have sworn I saw her flinch. “Now we’re on first name basis. I birthed you Ronan, and I will—““No!”I cut her off mid sentence, moving dangerously close to her, while the rest of the relatives with plastered smiles and a fake welcome moved a few steps away… visibly terrified. But she remained glued to the ground. Dr Elena Vaughn, my mother stood her ground as I spoke. “You will do nothing, I promise you.” And for the first time, she faltered. I knew that face, because I had worn it for ten freaking years. “I’ll tell you where she is but you have to hear me out, Ronan.” I lifted my left hand to check the time on my watch, “Five minutes.” The room emptied out within seconds, leaving just us in the rich leather smelling
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