If only Ethan hadn't walked into the building with one goal on his mind—reason with him first, then strike—he’d have reached forward and twisted the man's neck already.
Plus, he really didn't want to get his shirt dirty just in case it escalated.
He'd known exactly what Jasper was talking about, but the thing was he wasn't sure that was the reason he'd kidnapped him.
Now he was sure, and it was making his blood boil.
Only a few people knew that information, and half of them were dead. The rest—he kept them at a distance so near, he'd be able to silence them if the need came.
How the f**k did Jasper know?
“Nothing’s a secret under the sun, Fraser,” Jasper said, his voice relaxed. “You should see your face right now. That terrified look? It’s priceless.”
"Where the hell did you hear
