erly. Julian Heath IV stood before a wall of securit

llroom suddenly dissolved into

reported, already speaking into his wrist communica

new it was. That one-dollar

id, his voice a low murmur. "Patch me

ed back to life, now glowing with the

is eyes searching for any sign of an intr

ielding him with her body as severa

n light. Her hair was a mess, but her eyes... he knew those e

dark amber wave spilling onto the pr

's body, hot and trembling under his. It all came rus

st. He hadn't just killed the lights. He had hijack

to the highest-priority IP address on the ho

night-vision view was suddenly replaced

Leo's

s, his expression one of intense, cold focus as

inition of the feed, the

hest. His heart felt like it ha

istakable glint of stubborn fire in his eyes. It wa

creen to his boss, and his jaw went slack. T

n on the table. The sharp cr

connected the dots with lightning speed. The woman from five y

nto a perfect, u

hallenge him, the phantom in

the guards in the darkness was raising his nightstick

carefully constructed facade of the cold, controlled b

ew it on the sofa. The air in the room grew

. "Assemble the inner guard. Seal every exit

ator. A silent alarm went out. All over the hotel, more than a do

hed leather shoes clicking on the marble

. As the numbers descended, the mask of the cold-blooded Wall Street titan

, pleasant sound that was a

ors sl