The man seemed slightly convinced.
âIs your father that powerful? Can he really take on Nathan?â
Ronan spun tales to avoid further hits, crafting lies with ease to shield himself from harm.
âAbsolutely, my dad is far stronger than Nathan.
If it werenât for grandpa supporting Nathan, my dad would be in charge.
But grandpaâs getting old.
Once heâs gone, Nathan will be on his own.
Heâll have to contend with both my dad and me.
Thatâs why heâs desperate to get rid of me.
But I wonât let him succeed.
â
Ronan then gave the man a sycophantic look and added, âHave you lost many friends because of him? Donât worry.
When I get out of here in a few days, Iâll help you get your revenge on Nathan!â
The man scrutinized Ronan.
Despite the bruises on his face, the way Ronan cleaned and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses marked him as someone set apart from the ordinary detainees.
The man introduced himself, saying, âIâm Darin Gilbert.
If you help me take down Nathan and remove him from his high position in the pyramid in Stastle, you will have my deep gratitude.
And Iâll have your back in Stastle from then on.
â
Ronan was elated.
He never expected to find himself under the protection of Nathanâs adversary while confined in the National Security Bureauâs detention room.
âThank you.
Iâm a man of my word.
Once Iâm out of here, Nathanâs days are numbered.
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Darin clapped him on the shoulder.
âRemember, youâre safe under my watch while youâre in here.
No one will dare trouble you in this cell.
But once youâre out, donât forget your promise.
And when I get out, Iâll be checking to see if youâve followed through.
â
Ronanâs expression stiffened; he was taken aback.
He had only concocted a story to appease Darin.
Did Darin truly anticipate him to uphold his promise once outside?
As a member of the Payne family, how could he align himself with someone like Darin? Moreover, Darinâs unpredictability could pose a threat to him in the future.
Despite his reservations, Ronan didnât let his discomfort show and agreed to Darinâs terms.
With Darinâs protection, Ronanâs circumstances within the cell improved rapidly.
He was given first access to the bathroom, and when the officers distributed food and water, he was served first.
He even chose a dry corner to sit in.
By the afternoon, Ronan began to feel quite pleased with himself.
The monotony of being locked up-with no phones and nothing to do but sleep or stare blankly-weighed on him.
Ronan then had a mischievous thought.
âIâve heard thereâs a popular game in prison, but Iâve never seen it.
â He pointed at two of the skinnier and more irksome inmates.
âCould you demonstrate it for us right here?â he asked, stirring up some excitement among the bored detainees.
Darin gave a covert wink to the other prisoners, and the two men Ronan had singled out were forcefully hauled to their feet by their fellow inmates.
They struggled, pleading, âDarin, Ronan, please, let us go! Itâs too much.
We canât do this.
â
Ronan reveled in the power he wielded within these walls, secure in the knowledge that his actions here would remain unknown once he left.
He sneered dismissively, âYouâll get used to it soon enough.
You either do as I say or get beaten and spend your nights locked in the bathroom.
Name your choice.
â
Desperation etched on their faces, the two men looked at each other as they were dragged into the open area.
Pushed to his limit, one of them pointed accusingly at Ronan and shouted, âYouâre a disgrace to the Payne family! Itâs no wonder Nathan sent you here.
Youâre nothing but a vile creature, and youâll never defeat him.
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