Ethan put the glass down harder than necessary “Then who is?”
His president didn't answer immediately. Ethan looked toward the window and his crew's motorcycles were lined up outside.
“I want Damien…Dead!”
His president sighed. “I know.”
Ethan turned around. “Then let's stop sitting here.”
His president walked to the table and picked up a folder. “Before we ride anywhere, we need a reason that law enforcement can stand behind.”
Ethan looked at him. “We have one.”
He opened the folder.
“Two days ago Damien has been trying to infiltrate our systems. He's been attempting to interfere with our financial records and internal information.”
His president flipped through the pages. “And how the hell am I not aware of this?”
Ethan pointed toward one of the documents.
“He's been attemptin
