floor and pushed open the rusted iron door of the tenement

oof Rolls-Royce Phantoms. Over a dozen elite security operatives in bespoke suits and tact

A tall, sharp-featured man wearing gold-rimmed glass

al Holdings and a Wall Street hedge fund titan in his own right, Harlon rarely showed shoc

car, ripped the cheap shirt over his head, and

out a freshly pressed white dress shirt and a ha

rate precision. In ten seconds flat, the broke college assassin vanished, replace

e plush leather backseat of the Phantom and pouring hims

passenger seat, turning sli

l apart last night. As of an hour ago, he froze al

money as a leash," Dickie sneered,

dollars for the head of the 'hitman' who ruined his night," Harlon added, pushin

Global Holdings makes more than that in interest b

he Langley Group's offshore accounts and ba

ie said, downing the bourbon in one swallow. His blue-gray eyes gleamed with ruthless calculation. "Drop some breadc

o you on her own?" Harl

gun. She owes me a return visit," Dickie murmured, his thumb brushing his em

stop in front of a massive estate in

to Gabrielle, it was a cage she had sworn she would never walk back into. But she had no choice. Walter still held everything-the trust, he

nked the zipper of Dickie's oversized gray hoodie all

clutch, feeling the hard outline of the black pisto

e gate, a guard ra

dest miss ha

ron gates g

f the main hall, she froze. A dozen maids and butlers

orning robe was her stepmother, Gearldine Anderson.

ress, staying out all night and coming home d

right past her

er? I need to

furious voice roared from

silver-headed cane with the other. The gold signet ring on his right

is cane against the marble floor. The deafening crack