Asher’s POV

I dropped the thick folder onto Isabella’s desk, and the papers inside let out a satisfying thump. She glanced at it, then at me, her expression unreadable.

“This is all of it?” she asked, reaching for the folder.

“Everything Marcus kept,” I said, taking a seat across from her. “You know how he is, always five steps ahead. He knew the mafia wasn’t exactly a trustworthy business partner, so he documented everything. Deals, payments, names, dates. Half of this could put someone away for life.”

Isabella flipped open the folder, her sharp eyes scanning the first few pages. The only sound in the room was the rustle of...