#Chapter 69 - Ethan’s Offer

Layla I stared at Aldo from across his desk. Anger coursed through me in a hot, heady wave, making my heart beat too fast, my hands shake with adrenaline. We both breathed too heavily. All the passion that burned me from the inside out reflected in his own sparking eyes, the tight set of his jaw, the clench of his fists atop the desk. But before I could gather my wits enough to formulate a response, someone knocked on the office door. I spun. “Come in,” said Aldo, instantly cool, calm, and collected like a Mafia don should be. I hated him for that, in this moment. How easily he held his composure! The door nudged open, and Carlo slid through. “I assume I’m interrupting?” “Yes,” I snarled, as Aldo replied, “Not at all. He’s here?” “Who?” I spun back to Aldo, but he’d redonned that expressionless facade once again. But neither man needed to answer. Carlo stepped aside, and a third man strode into the room behind him. A very, very familiar man—both because I’d saved