I looked down at my bleeding daughter, shivering on the floor, and a terrifying realization washed over me: unleashing Dominic was the easiest decision I’d ever made.

But once the devil was out of his cage, the people who had done this to my daughter would learn exactly what it means to become the sole focus of a man who never, ever loses.

Chapter 2: The Mobilization

In the opulent, sprawling penthouse suite of the Grand Plaza Hotel, a completely different kind of storm was brewing—a quiet, insidious storm of delusional arrogance and unearned victory.

According to the intelligence logs I would review in the days that followed, Beatrice was standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the rain-slicked skyline.

She was swirling a glass of 2008 Cristal, her reflection in the glass showcasing a woman who believed she’d just orchestrated the coup of the century.

“Forty was exactly enough, Preston,” she purred, reaching up to adjust the heavy diamond necklace resting against her collarbone.