CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE: THE MEETING
ROSE AMARA POV
I hang my phone over my shoulder while putting on my pearl earrings. I'm getting a security update from Zeth on the breakfast security measures we spent two weeks implementing. I dialled and invited other mafia bosses' wives, sisters, and female followers to participate.
Even Raven and Nathan agreed that the strategy was sound. Not that I needed him to; Ethan didn't mention that he plotted it and let me take all the credit. Still, having the initiative this time was comforting, since I frequently attribute my ideas to others—whether on purpose or unwittingly.
Perhaps he did it on purpose, Eya even suggested.
The future? The only thing I can be certain of is that nothing will go wrong today.
After Zeth is done, I say, "Get the car read
