NADIA.
The cab stopped in front of Kellason Global at 7:52 p.m.
Jeremy’s private suite sat high above the executive floor, sealed away from the rest of the company.
I sat in the backseat for too long with my fingers wrapped around the door handle.
The driver glanced at me through the mirror. “This the right place?”
“Yes,” I said. "Sorry."
I paid him and stepped out before I could lose my nerve.
My eyes still burned, and my chest felt scooped out and filled with needles.
For the first time since Jeremy Kellason dragged my life under his hand, I was not walking toward him only because I was afraid.
I was walking toward him because I needed a weapon.
Liam had my mother’s life in his pocket.
Jeremy had my father’s secret in his.
And somewhere between both men, my family was being h
