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Raven tapped a finger against his chin, his other hand resting casually on his desk, “Do you know Vincent Moretti?”

Rowan’s jaw tightened as he asked. “Who doesn’t?”

Raven nodded, his calm demeanor was completely opposite with the storm brewing in Rowan’s eyes. “And his son?”

Rowan’s patience was wearing thin and frustration was boiling over. “Raven Blackwood, get to the fucking point