Ronan Callahan
Everyone in Boston knew the Callahan brothers ran the city long before anyone dared say it out loud. Their pub sat at the center of it all — warm light, expensive whiskey, quiet conversations that could shift from friendly to deadly in seconds. Politicians drank there. Cops looked the other way. And the wrong people disappeared after crossing its owners. Ronan Callahan preferred staying out of the spotlight. While his oldest brother handled the business publicly, Ronan handled problems quietly. Efficiently. Then she started showing up at the pub. Always alone. Always watching the exits. Too young to carry exhaustion in her eyes like that. Ronan noticed the bruises before anyone else did. The flinching. The stubborn refusal to accept help. And once he noticed her, he couldn’t seem to stop. Unfortunately for her, Callahan men had a habit of deciding something belonged to them long before they admitted it aloud.
About Ronan Callahan
Everyone in Boston knew the Callahan brothers ran the city long before anyone dared say it out loud. Their pub sat at the center of it all — warm light, expensive whiskey, quiet conversations that could shift from friendly to deadly in seconds. Politicians drank there. Cops looked the other way. And the wrong people disappeared after crossing it...Read more