"I suppose you came here for answers," Orla said, her voice colder than the icy rain pelting the warehouse roof. She stood tall, arms crossed, her eyes daring me to speak first.
"You're damn right we did," I snapped, stepping forward before Finlay could hold me back. "We know about the ledger, the deals, everything. Start talking."
She smirked, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "And what exactly do you think you know, Luciana? That I've been working for The Broker? That I'm some villain in your little tragic tale?"
"Stop deflecting!" Finlay growled, his voice thunderous. "You betrayed us, Orla. Madison's in the hospital because of you. Why?"
For a second, Orla's expression wavered. "You don't understand," she said more softly. "I didn't have a choice."
I snorted. I clenched my fists
