He placed a firm, protective hand on the small of my back and guided me toward the doors.

The powerful men parted for us like the Red Sea, eyes averted.

Marcus was frantically dialing his phone. Conrad stood frozen in the wreckage of his own hubris.

Chapter 3 — The Match

As we stepped into the silent elevator, Preston bypassed the lobby and hit the code for the private garage.

He looked down at Grace, who’d finally slipped into a deeper sleep against my chest, unaware of the multibillion-dollar empire that had just been set on fire to keep her alive.