Ethan
Silence lingered in the room as Ravenson stared at me as if seizing me before finally speaking up. "Looking at you now... you do resemble Cyrus."
"Oh, my good friend. So he finally acknowledged you. He used to tell me how much he wanted his son to take over. Afraid to pull you into it too deep, I suppose. Guess he's taken that step."
I swallowed down. "That's not why I'm here, sir."
His smile didn't falter. "Then why are you here? Apart from the surprise of seeing Cyrus's son sit in my house, I hear you run a gang, a club. Interesting choice for a heir." He leaned forward, fingers steepled. "So tell me what do you want with me?"
I met his eyes. "Exactly why I'm here. With all due respect, I know about your dealings."
"I have one of your men in my custody. Damien."
His face di
