DANTE'S POV
Lying in the hospital bed, staring at the beeping monitor beside me, I couldn't shake off the uneasiness overwhelming me.
My mind wasn’t on the pain in my ribs; it was on the notification I had received about a large fund transfer that didn’t sit right with me.
Linda’s name had been all over it, and I just knew it wasn’t by chance.
Arnold stood at the window, arms crossed, watching the rain streak down the glass. He had been quiet, but I knew he could feel the tension in the room.
The moment I shared what I had found on my phone, everything had clicked into place.
“I’m telling you, it’s all connected,” I said, my voice rough but steady. “The attack on Aria, the sudden transfer… I think Linda’s behind it.”
Arnold turned, his eyes sharp, mirroring the worry I was trying to
