Dante
Nico’s fingers flew over the tablet as we headed out of the office. He was already pulling feeds from every camera in the building, every angle around my office, every second that b***h Eva had spent on my property.
Matteo trailed behind, puffing his cigar like this was a show. “Boss, you sure you want to waste time on splicing footage when Costa’s out there laughing his ass off? We could be stringing him up by now.”
I ignored him. My phone weighed heavy in my pocket, Serafina’s last words still burning on the screen. I’m done.
She thought she’d seen the truth. I’d show her what truth looked like.
Nico stopped me at the end of the hall, holding up the tablet. “Here.”
The footage played out in silence. Eva stepping out of the elevator, pausing deliberately for the camera,
