"You're lying."
Dante's voice was flat. Dead. He was still staring at the photo of Lorenzo, his hands white-knuckled around the edges.
Elena didn't flinch. "I wish I was."
"Lorenzo raised me. He was at my father's funeral. He helped me build the business back up after everything fell apart." Dante threw the photo onto the table. "He's the only person who's been there for me since I was fourteen years old."
"Exactly." Elena pulled out another file. Opened it to show bank statements highlighted in yellow. "He positioned himself perfectly. The grieving godfather. The loyal friend. The mentor who stepped in when you needed guidance."
"Stop."
"No." She shoved the papers at him. "Look at these. Really look. These are wire transfers from Lorenzo's offshore accounts to Arthur Blackwood. Star
