Avery’s POV
Dominic pocketed his phone, concealing his expression. “We prepare.”
“Prepare for what? What are you preparing for?” I pressed. “Lisa isn’t the type to take a hit and walk away: she's going to come after us with everything she's got.”
His face remained steady while holding my stare, stirring my anxiety. “Exactly.”
Noah's hands tightened at his sides. "You wanted this all along, didn't you?" His voice was low and controlled, but a razor's edge of anger lay beneath it. "You never meant to run. You wanted Lisa to come for us."
There was no denial from Dominic.
I drew in a shaky breath, the realization settling. This was more than just taking her money, it was a trap.
"You planned it all," I said, dragging each word out.
Dominic's silence answered for him.
Noah stepped up,
