~ Niamh ~
My head started to spin the moment Ronan finished speaking, the reality of his words sinking into my bones like ice water.
The Romanovs hadn't given up and were just playing the long game, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And the fact that my father's life—the life of the man who had ruled the underworld with an iron fist—was now resting in the hands of his own brother was a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
Seamus had already betrayed him by selling me and my son for a taste of power, and now he was the only thing standing between my father and the grave.
"No, this can't be happening," I whispered, my voice shaking as I gripped the edge of the table. "We have to do something, Ronan. We can't just sit here and let him kill my father."
I turned to him sharply, my eyes searching his face for a plan, a spark of hope, anything. But Ronan just looked back at me with a grim, hollow expression that made my stomach drop.
