“Sir, Rowan Evans is here,” Vito says, stepping into the office.
I sit in my chair behind my desk—pissed and angry.
I don’t know why the man who stole Kai from me wanted an audience. But I allow him to come, if for no other reason than I can shoot him in person.
The door opens again, and Rowan steps inside.
“Well, isn’t this a surprise. I didn’t think you would ever be willing to face me, not after what you did,” I say.
“Did I hurt you?” Rowan asks, his eyes searing.
“Not physically, but you took from me.”
“And it earned me Enzo Black’s trust.”
I study him. “Why do you hate Enzo Black?”
“Because his father took someone I loved from me—my wife. And I swore on her life I would get retribution. He’s already dead, but I’ll settle for killing his son.”
My eyes darken. I was
