Lying on my bunk bed, excitement and nervousness coursed through me. "Tomorrow, Damir, I'll bring you to your knees," I whispered to myself, clenching my fist with determination.
In truth, I doubt I even slept for three hours, given tomorrow's event that weighed on my mind. Failing this mission would mean not only losing the opportunity to recruit Damir and many formidable men but also losing the respect of Eman, Darjan, and all those who followed me. It would also harden my ability to break free from Adem's grasp and expand my business, as he'd promptly replace me with a superior supplier. I understood that everything was connected, and a single failure would turn into my downfall.
After several hours of persistent overthinking, I eventually fell asleep. Two hours later, at 6 AM, the loud alarm jolted me, along with all the juvenile inmates.
