Ronan Marvel Novels & Stories

He bursts in suit rumpled, phone already to his ear followed by two security guys I don’t recognize. “We’re taking this seriously now,” he says without preamble. “The threats are escalating. We’ve hired private protection. Elite. He’s starting tonight.” I cross my arms. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You need someone who can actually stop a bullet if it comes to that.” He gestures behind him. “This is Ronan Hale. Ex-Special Forces. Best in the business.” The door opens wider. And then he walks in. Everything slows.