Ethan's POV
The whiskey burned going down, but I welcomed it. Anything to dull the edge of this goddamn business dinner that was quickly turning into a nightmare.
"Another toast, Alpha Holt!" Johnson from Blackstone Corporation raised his glass with a s**t-eating grin. "To potential partnerships!"
I forced a smile and raised my glass, downing the amber liquid in one gulp. My throat was raw, my head spinning, but these bastards showed no signs of slowing down.
This was supposed to be a simple business meeting.
I'd flown to the capital specifically for this—Blackstone Corporation was our last hope to pull Silver Creek Pack back from the brink.
One contract with them could be the difference between survival and watching everything my father built crumble to dust.
But th
