Brenda's POV
I stared at the television before us and said, "I don't like this."
Tony sat next to me, his hand tapping the edge of the desk while his jaw was tight. We were both staring at the message that had been traced back to the threatening phone call in his private office, with the lights muted.
"You mentioned that V was the caller," he mumbled, his eyes furrowed. "However, this number isn't just any burner."
I took a deep breath. "So, what is it?"
His expression was solemn as he looked at me. It has something to do with a shell corporation. Offshore. Detailed accounts. and connected to a person we believed had vanished years ago.
I felt sick to my stomach. "Who?"
He paused before responding. "D'Amico Victor."
I shuddered at the name. It had been whispered to me at one of Dan
