Chapter 29
NAOMI
Saturday night
I used to tell myself that there was a special place in Hell for people who enjoy parties.
But currently, I’m one of them.
All I have to do is make it through the night. That’s all I have to do.
Because if it were up to my brain, I’d be in the back throwing up, freaking out that in less than fifteen hours, I’ll be back in Little Havana, back in the home I’d left two years ago.
Back in the place I’d promised I’d never go back to.
On the night of the last game before the MLB trade deadline, the Alchemist is pulsing—completely alive. It’s also my last night of being under Sevin’s employment, and if it weren’t for the hordes of people, the loud noise and thumping music, I wouldn’t be able to make it.
Not through this night. Because my brain would actual
