“I’ll hold you to that, hun!” His tone shifted, and he immediately shared a file on the screen.
The anger I hadn’t felt last night erupted with the force of a supernova as I looked at the information.
“Someone in the Russo family played you like a fiddle,” Fox began, his tone serious. “That busted Russian deal five years ago wasn’t the end of it. Salvatori has been sabotaging Russo operations from the shadows ever since the Viridian bloodshed.”
“How the hell did I miss all this?” I was in disbelief. Massive operations were happening right under my nose, and I hadn’t caught a whiff of it.
“You would’ve noticed if you hadn’t locked yourself away in Ravensgate.”
I slammed my hand on the table, frustration boiling over. “There’s no way the Russos would take that quietly. Why didn’t they raise hell?”
Fox chuckled, opening another folder. “Oh, they did. Someone’s been busy sweeping everything under the rug.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, dumbfounded.