Chapter 5 – Touchdown in America
The jet landed smoothly on the glowing runway of JFK Airport as dawn broke over New York City. Dannyboy pressed his face against the window, eyes wide with excitement at the towering skyline.
The Govna smirked, sipping his final whiskey. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… welcome to America, lad.”
As they disembarked, the airport staff stood respectfully aside, knowing better than to question The Govna’s presence. Dannyboy stretched his arms out wide, breathing in the humid morning air.
“I still can’t believe it,” he said, looking up at the tall buildings beyond the runway. “I’m really here.”
The Govna placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Remember why you’re here. Medicine is your path. But…” he winked slyly, “…pleasure is your gift. Don’t forget that.”
They stepped into a waiting black limo, the city awakening around them. The Govna lit his morning cigar, blowing smoke rings as he watched Dannyboy text Fiona, Sarah, Susan, and Nicole to let them know he’d landed safely.
“What’s first on the agenda, Govna?” Dannyboy asked.
The Govna chuckled deeply. “First… we settle in. Then, we find the best Irish bar in Manhattan. After that… yummmiezzzz.”
Dannyboy laughed, shaking his head with a grin. “And after that?”
The Govna leaned back, closing his eyes with a satisfied smile. “Splattttttttttt.”
As the limo drove towards the city’s golden horizon, Dannyboy realised his life would never be the same again. With The Govna by his side, America was about to taste true Irish chaos – and he was ready for it.
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