Dante’s POV
The final showdown came in court, and by the time I stood to deliver the evidence, I felt the weight of months pressing into my spine. The gallery was packed, reporters, corporate sharks, a few curious spectators who probably expected a spectacle and I was certain that they would get one.
I laid everything out with the precision of a man who had rehearsed every angle, every timestamp, every ugly truth. Forged documents, hacked financial accounts and finally the blackmail messages Nicho had thought were encrypted well enough to bury. I had kept them all for the right moment.
Reed’s testimony had been the wild card. Even as he walked to the stand, I saw the tremor in his hands. He’d received anonymous threats, shadowy warnings in the dead of night, and his apartment had been b
