Page 44 of Sinful Lies

With a sigh, I stared at the login screen. Time to crack the code.

First try: Angelo’s mama’s name.Nothing.

Second try: his birthday.Still nothing.

Third try: his favorite color. Black, of course.Denied.

I tried: Satan666. That was good for a laugh, but nope, still no access.

His last fling’s name? It was worth a shot, though I had to pause and think—was it Sarah or Sophie? I tried both.Nada.

Oh! Maybe his dog? But nope.Nothing.

I pouted, drumming my nails on the desk, before laughing at my own ridiculousness. “Why not?” I murmured, typing in my own name.

Click.

Access granted.

I blinked at the screen like it had personally insulted me.

What the actual hell?

Of all the possible passwords—my name?Why?

A bead of sweat slid down my back, making me shiver.

Guess my boss was more obsessed with me than he’d ever care to admit.

The thought should’ve derailed me—should’ve had my mind spinning off into questions I didn’t want answers to—but I shoved it aside.

Focus, Jade. You’re in. Now dig.

And oh, did I dig. For hours.

His emails, documents, the hard drive—nothing was safe. Most of it was the usual Lazzio garbage: power plays, backroom deals, and secrets so poorly hidden it was almost insulting.

But then I found it.

His secured second email address. The one he rarely touched. A treasure chest of potential dirt, locked tight. Naturally, I picked the lock.

And there it was.

One email.

Just one email, dated exactly eight years ago, from a blocked, untraceable address:

The explosives are on, sir

My heart sank, and for the first time tonight, I felt the air catch in my lungs.

Because now, I had confirmation of something I didn’t want to believe—something I’d thought was impossible.

Angelo Lazzio was the one who had murdered my sister.

And he was going to pay for it.

Part Two

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