"We align, it's perfect timing When I'm with you Only for you, I go to the moon For you, I love you to the moon"
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Las Vegas, NV • April 16 Omniscient.
"Come in." Romeo's voice called.
TJ stepped inside with a leather briefcase. Romeo watched as he placed the briefcase on the table, clicked it open, and pulled out a stack of documents and envelopes.
"This everything?" Romeo asked without looking up, eyes locked on the table.
TJ nodded once. "Everything you need to bury her. And maybe more."
Romeo finally leaned forward, flipping through the documents. Bank records, wire transfers, and previously sealed court documents. Romeo knew that Vee would never let him walk away without creating a war, so he needed leverage. Which is exactly what TJ brought to him.
"Vee so damn sloppy." Romeo said, tapping a finger against a page.
"Guess she thought nobody would ever dig deep enough to trace it. But she left a trail. If all this lands in the wrong hands... it's a RICO."
Romeo nodded, his eyes going to an envelope. One that was thicker, sealed, with the faintest court stamp visible at the corner.
"What's this?"
TJ chuckled. "The secret weapon. One name Ava De Marco."
Romeo looked at him, brows raised, then he opened the envelope. He thoroughly read the document, and when he completed the page, he laughed. Loudly.
"No fucking way." He muttered, light chuckles continuing to escape his lips.
"She's gonna fear this ever coming out." TJ said.
"Yeah." Romeo said. "This prevents war, but she gon' try to kill me. Maybe not now. But soon."
"For now, you have the upper hand." TJ said.
Silence stretched between them, heavy and tense.
Romeo leaned forward, clasping his hands together, and spoke low. "I appreciate all this. I need this briefcase to make its way back to LA. Get it to Zhané. She'll hide it. Aight? "
TJ nodded as he stood and gathered the briefcase. Romeo let out a breath as TJ walked out of the room. He knew that having this information on Vee was dangerous.
Back in Los Angeles, Zhané walked to the front of NOIRVAIN. She had been there all morning and was waiting for Arielle to arrive. She'd never seen NOIRVAIN in person, not this one or the one that was in Miami.
