Page 96 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz
I pull out a small drive, matte black, edges worn from days in my grip. I set it gently on the desk between us.
Her eyes flick down. Then back to mine.
“What’s that?”
“Proof.”
She doesn’t move.
I step closer.
“Tidball’s bleeding,” I say, and I watch it land.
Her mouth opens. Nothing comes out. Then:
“How?”
Her voice is hoarse. Barely there.
“Because I made him.”
Yara blinks, hard, like that might reset the moment.
“You—what?”
“I stopped playing nice,” I say. “Stopped listening. Startedwatching. And what I saw?” I nod to the drive. “That’s everything. Transfers. Shell companies. Encrypted strings he thought no one would catch. But I caught them. And I opened them.”
Her throat works, swallowing back whatever this is doing to her.
“I thought you were gone,” she says. “You didn’t answer?—”
“Wasn’t time for talking.”
She’s trembling now, just a little, but I know her well enough to read what it really is.
Not fear.
Not anger.
It’sthe realization that I came back.
That Ichoseto walk into the wreckage with open eyes.
“You didn’t need to come here,” she says, voice low.
“Yes, I did.”
“I would’ve?—”
“You wouldn’t have believed me unless I showed you.”
That gets her.
Her shoulders go rigid.
She looks at the drive again.
Then at me.
