Chapter Fifty-Six

Ethan sat in the plush leather seat of his private jet, staring across at the bloody, tied-up manslumped on the floor. Opposite him, Rowan watched the man with cold indifference, waiting for Ethan to finish up his business call.

Rowan handed Ethan his phone, saying, “I have the head of theMacaris Family, Don Marcello on the line.”

Ethan took the phone, his voice low but commanding. “What’s the deal? You send assassins to our meeting?”

The head of the Macaris Family Don Marcello quickly responded, “No, Hades, you misunderstand. We received word that our meeting was scheduled for next week, not yesterday. Someone from your own ranks must’ve given you false information and tried to set you up. The Macaris family had nothing to do with the attempt on your life. No one from the Macaris family had anything to do with what happened to you last night.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the phone. “I see,” he said, keeping his voice calm. “We’ll meet as planned next week. Thanks f