Chapter 163

**Ronan**

Meetings like this one don’t happen in offices anymore. Not for us. We moved them underground—literally. The new compound’s war room sits three levels below the main house, built into bedrock, soundproofed, steel-lined, and large enough to seat half the damn syndicate. A long black table dominates the space, its surface inlaid with gold veining that catches the overhead lights. The O’Rou