Forbidden bonds
And this was just the beginning.
The call connected, and Ronny’s voice dropped as he gave the order. “Yeah, we’re on. Get the boys ready.”
He hung up, slipping the phone back into his pocket as he leaned against the wall outside the way house. His eyes drifted up to the stars above, barely visible through the haze of city lights in the distance. Soon, this would all be over, and he’d get what he wanted—what Mr. Jonas had promised him.
Back inside, Jonas took another drag from his joint, his eyes glinting in the dim light. He hadn’t seen his daughter in years, but that didn’t matter now. The past was the past, and the only thing that mattered was the future—the reckoning that was coming.