New York (1)

Omerta's POV

I had that same vision again and again for the last thirty-six hours, so much so that that was all I could see, hear, or think about. It marred every breath of mine.

I knew something bad was going to happen. The voices in my head were restless, though they were not very helpful either.

All they told me was that what I had seen would become reality soon enough—not now, but soon enough. However, they were not able to flush out any details other than that.

Which meant we had to travel to New York. That was not a problem since we were already due to visit New York to meet with my father, especially after we met with Sameera.

My premonition had just preponed our plans.

So, the very next morning, we took the very first flight out to New York.

I was nervous as hell about this trip.

First, the constant buzzing in my head because of the vision had me on edge. I was worried about my mother and eager to meet her.

But the thing that had eaten me out was coming face-to-face with