Page 114 of Divine Obsession

It was written all over him – the faint outline of a Glock under his suit; the faint scars on his knuckles; the way crowds split like thered fucking seaat his feet.

“I remember everything about us.” His voice was lower, rougher. “Andwhat we did in that car.”

The heat rushed to my face before I could stop it. I turned my head quickly to the window, watching the streets of Little Italy blur into SoHo.

Of course, he remembered.

Trevor Su wasn’t the kind of person who forgot. Every moment, every word, every touch we’d shared – it all stayed with him.

And no matter how much I wanted to pretend otherwise, it had stayed with me too.

The atmosphere in one of Renato’s private offices was nothing short of rich – luxurious black leather chairs, dark-brown walls, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.

The room felt too quiet for the storm brewing between Trevor and me. We’d been working for the past hour, but neither had spoken much beyond the necessary exchanges about the job.

I sat at the sleek glass table, my laptop open in front of me, eyes scanning the green coding data on the screen. Trevor, across from me, was typing incredibly fast with only one hand, while the other covered his mouth, supporting his head.

His focus filled the silence.

But underneath it, I could feel the pressure; tension that had been building ever since we set foot in the damn room. There was something suffocating about the way he barely glanced at me, like he was deliberately avoiding any unnecessary conversation.

Like we were both pretending that everything wasn’t just… Hanging in the air between us.

“There’s something off about this,” I muttered, more to myself than to him, clicking through the lines of code in front of me. My mind whirred, piecing together the details.

Trevor didn’t answer immediately. I could tell he was going over the same data, probably seeing the same patterns that I had.

“Yeah,” He finally replied, his voice low and guarded. “Identical attacks. Same method, same wiring destination.”

I leaned forward, scrolling through the security logs. “It’s too clean. These aren’t just random cyberattacks. They’re coordinated.”

His gaze burned me for a second before he spoke again. “The timing’s what’s getting me. Salvatore’s assets were frozen at the exact same time Richard’s were. Not amillisecondoff. Coincidences don’t work like that.”

I met his eyes briefly. “Then the accounts…” I trailed off as I clicked on a different set of files. The traces of money movement were unmistakable. It was almost too good of a setup. “Look at this. The funds – frozen and drained into the same dummy accounts. Routed through the same international banks.”

Trevor leaned in slightly, squinting at the screen. His jaw ticked, and for a moment, I saw the familiarintensityflash in his eyes. “They’re covering their tracks. But it’s too obvious. The transfers, the routes… Whoever’s behind this wanted us to see it.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw, his usual confidence replaced by something more calculating. “This isn’t just a simple financial hit. Someone’s making a statement. And if we can’t figure out who, it’s going to turn into a bigger problem than either of us expected.”

I leaned back in my chair, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. I glanced at Trevor, fully focused on the data, his mind clearly working through the possibilities.

My frustration grew in my chest, suffocating the air around me. “You’re right. But what happens next? We can follow these leads all we want, but at the end of the day, I need more answers for my father, Trevor.”

He exhaled sharply, clearly frustrated too. “We’re both in the dark here, Natalia. Don’t act like this is just my problem. We’ll figure it out together.”

Together.

I felt my jaw tighten at the word.

The audacity to even use that word after everything he–

I bit back the retort. The last thing I needed was to argue about him leaving again.

Turning back to the screen and watching the green cyber data flow across the screen in an endless parade of numbers and encryption, I still couldn’t shake off the feeling that we were walking in a maze, and every step we took was leading us deeper into a trap.

I rubbed my temples, mumbling, “Great. More questions, no answers.”

Trevor sat back, folding his arms across his chest. “We’ll find whoever’s behind this.”

I didn’t look at him as I nodded.

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