“I’m sorry, Mr. Ronin… we couldn’t save her.”The doctor’s voice didn’t echo. It landed. It was the sound of a heavy blade hitting damp earth final, merciless, and deafening.Ronin didn’t move. For a heartbeat, he looked like a statue carved from grief, staring into a void where his world used to be. Then, the cracks appeared. His shoulders, once broad enough to carry the weight of an entire criminal empire, began to shake.I had never seen Ronin cry.Not when he stood over the men who begged for their lives. Not when his own blood stained the marble floors of his study. He had always been a storm destructive, inevitable, and cold. But now, the storm has broken. A sound tore from his chest a raw, animalistic wail that made my own skin prickle. He collapsed into the chair beside Suzie’s bed, his fingers white as he clutched the hospital sheet.I watched him, my heart a block of ice. There was no pity in me. Only a dark, simmering sense of justice. He had discarded me like a used cig
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