Chapter 6 - THE RECKONING
The breath violently left Ethan’s lungs. The portfolio on his desk. The ruined knees. The dark, wet stain on her chest. The woman he had just degraded, the woman he had called trash, had been wearing his own son’s blood. A wave of self-loathing so intense it made him dizzy crashed over him. He had been a monster. Leaving Noah in the care of his most trusted guards, Ethan ordered his security director to find Nia Brooks immediately. By sunset, a fleet of black SUVs idled outside a crumbling brick apartment building in Crown Heights. Ethan didn't send a representative. He climbed the dark, narrow stairs himself, his hands trembling as he knocked on her peeling door.
