~ Niamh ~
My eyes snapped open, the early morning light piercing through the curtains.
Before my brain could even process the time, my heart was already thumping loudly as if I had been running for the past two hours instead of sleeping.
It was Friday. The day that would determine the rest of my life.
I glanced at the bedside clock. 6:15 AM. The house was unnaturally still, the kind of silence that usually precedes a storm.
I still didn't know exactly how we were getting to El Paso, but Massimo had made it clear that we had to be early. We had to be the first on the ground to secure the perimeter before the other syndicates arrived.
Two hours later, I was ready for the day. I wore a modest black dress, with a silhouette that made me feel like I was wearing armor. I'd pulled my hair back into a sleek, tight style that wouldn't get in my way.
If this was the day I had to fight for my son, I wasn't going to look like a victim.
