Nicholas's POV
Morrison's voice came through the phone, rugged and trembling. She had discovered them. Each one of them. Collaborating. Organizing everything.
I sat in my budget motel room, the only option I could afford now and heard her explain everything
Elena. Victoria. Jennifer. Three women I'd hurt in different ways. Three women who'd decided to hurt me back.
"They call themselves The Alliance," Morrison said. "They've been planning this for three years. Since the day you fired Jennifer. That's when it started."
My hands felt numb. "Three years?"
"Elena reached out to her first. Then Victoria. They've been meeting regularly. Building a case against you. Collecting evidence. Planning every move."
I thought back three years. Tried to remember firing Jennifer. Couldn't. There'd b
