Dante

My phone buzzed with an encrypted call, the screen flashing a blank number. I answered, pacing around my office, the dark wood floor creaking under my boots. “Speak,” I said, my voice low and sharp.

My lawyer’s voice came through, quick and quiet. “It’s done. Papers are signed, ownership transferred through the shell companies. No traces.” I nodded, my mind racing. Valeria’s betrayal with Eduardo’s recording still burned, his moans in my ears fueling my rage.

I ...