HARPER
My pulse spiked as I waited for answers.
After much internal debate, I finally decided to return home, but the last person I expected to see in the living room, handing Dominic a stack of folders, was Nico Faletri.
No. Dominic might be a walking problem, but I never believed he was involved in anything illegal. Not the type of man who'd be standing in the same room, doing business with Nico.
"Can someone please explain what's going on?" I said quietly, arms folding across my chest.
Dominic just stared at me, like I'd grown another head.
I turned to Nico. He scratched the back of his neck, and that was when I saw it. The watch on his wrist. His sleeve shifted just enough.
That silver watch.
I knew it. My stomach sank.
He glanced at Dominic, offering a weak, almost apologetic smile. Dominic gave a barely-there shrug, as if silently granting permission.
