Beside me, Tony stiffens. Not in opposition but in concern. Worried about me being pulled deeper into his world.
I reach back, find his hand, and squeeze it.
"I'll consider it," I tell Thomas. "After we survive the next three days."
A ghost of a smile crosses Thomas's face. "Fair enough."
We spend the next two hours building the case. I walk them through each account, each transaction, showing how to document everything for federal authorities. Tony asks sharp questions, understanding the strategy even if the technical details are beyond him. Thomas contributes connections - which FBI agents to contact, which financial crimes units are most aggressive.
Vincent coordinates security, plotting Angelo's known locations against our positions.
It's strange, working together like this. The feared mafia boss, his ruthless father, and the banker who loves them both despite everything they represent. Finding common ground in protecting what matters.
