NOLAN’S POV

"Mr. Russo, do you have anyone in mind who would want to harm you and your wife in such a way?" The officer asked, looking between me and Anastasia who was seated beside me.

"Don't bother yourself with that officer. I'll handle it." I curtly responded to him. Getting the police involved in this could make a mess of our businesses.

I could see the police officer's face form a slight frown. "Mr. Russo, this is an ongoing investigation. If you have any suspicions—"

"There won’t be any need for that, officer. When we need your help, we’ll be sure to reach out," my father interjected smoothly in...