CHAPTER TWELVE
Elena stared at the dropped phone as if it might explode. The screen had gone dark, but the image was burned into her mind: the charred circle, the untouched black USB drive nestled in the ash like a venomous insect, and that handwritten note in neat, feminine script.
“See you soon.”
Her legs felt boneless. She sank onto the edge of the couch, hands pressed between her knees to stop them from shaking.
Jax remained frozen on the other end of the sofa, his face a mask of guilt and shock.
The silence between them stretched, thick and suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of traffic outside the apartment window.
“Elena…” His voice cracked. “Let me explain.”
“Explain?” She laughed, but it came out sharp, jagged. “You had offshore accounts funding your ‘revenge crusad
