Lorenzo POV
The encrypted flash drive was sitting on my desk like a live grenade.
I’d found it hidden in the lining of the bag she’d brought from the safehouse. My tech guy cracked it in twenty minutes. Coordinates. Dates. Coded f*****g messages Isabella had sent in the first week right after I dragged her home with my c*m still dripping down her thighs.
She’d played me.
I stormed into the bedroom. Isabella was reading by the fire, wearing nothing but one of my black button-ups. Her legs were bare, hair loose, looking too f*****g innocent for what she’d done.
She looked up and smiled — until she saw my face.
“Lorenzo?”
I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.
“You lied to me.”
Her eyes widened. “What are you…”
I shoved the printed transcripts in her face. Ev
