Chapter 52
The room was cloaked in tension as the first rays of dawn seeped through the cheap motel curtains. Oracle’s laptop hummed quietly, casting a faint blue glow across her face as she furiously typed away. Alex sat in a chair by the window, his gun resting on the table beside him. Monalisa, still bound to her chair, seemed unnervingly calm despite the chaos that had unfolded the night before.
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to piece together the fragments of the situation in my mind. Everything had spiraled so quickly—Monalisa’s empire on the verge of collapse, the sudden attack, and her cryptic warnings about someone bigger pulling the strings.
“We need answers,” Alex said, his voice cutting through the silence. He turned to Monalisa, his expression hard. “Who’s
