Chapter 4 – The Govna’s Farewell Gift
As the party wound down, The Govna placed a strong hand on Dannyboy’s shoulder. “Come with me, lad,” he said, his voice low but commanding.
They walked away from the rooftop, down to the private car waiting below. Mr. Salty watched them go with a proud nod. Inside the blacked-out SUV, The Govna remained silent, his piercing grey eyes staring ahead. Dannyboy fidgeted nervously.
Finally, The Govna spoke. “You’ve done well, son. But you’re not flying economy to America. I’ve sorted you out.”
Dannyboy frowned. “What do you mean?”
At Dublin Airport, The Govna led him onto the tarmac where a sleek black private jet waited, its steps lit up like a red-carpet runway. The Govna smirked, lighting a cigar. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… you’re travelling like royalty.”
Dannyboy’s jaw dropped. “Are you… coming with me?”
“Of course,” The Govna said with a wink. “America needs a taste of the Govna too. Besides…” he blew out a cloud of smoke, “…I’ve got business there.”
As they climbed aboard, Dannyboy felt a rush of excitement. This wasn’t just his journey – it was their new chapter. The Govna clinked a whiskey glass against his water bottle.
“To America, lad… yummmiezzzz.”
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