Dante’s POV
I returned to my place with a mind already made up. The court proceedings were scheduled for two days with barely enough time to prepare, but I had worked less. Just as I settled in, my phone vibrated. A message from Reed. I opened it, expecting an update. Instead, I froze.
The images were brutal. George was battered, bruised, swollen in ways that spoke of repeated violence. His face, barely recognizable, made my jaw clench until it ached. Reed sent more. One was a shot of the Lanningston lawyer, the same man who had been subtly obstructing Classira’s case from the shadows, talking directly to George in what looked like a prison visiting room.
These photos were the missing thread that tied everything together. They proved that Nicho hadn’t just been involved from afar, he ha
