The respectful bow from Damon Slater caught everyone off guard. His men exchanged confused glances while the market vendors stared in shock. Even Evelyn looked stunned by this sudden change in tone.
"Master Long?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral.
"Maxwell Thorne," Damon explained, straightening up. "Though most people know him by his street name. He runs the Eastern Alliance."
I'd heard whispers about Maxwell Thorne during my short time in New York City. The man who'd built one of the most powerful criminal organizations in the region from nothing. Ruthless, intelligent, and surprisingly cultured according to the rumors.
"And he wants to meet me because?"
"Because news travels fast in our circles," Damon replied. "A man who can take down three of our enforcers without breaking a sweat tends to get noticed."
Evelyn grabbed my arm. "Ethan, this is obviously a trap. You can't seriously be considering this."
