Secrets of the Billionaire's Heart

ia further into the murk. " Sterling, no!" she cried before a meaty hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her voice. A moment of fear seized him had he charged to his death, leaving their musk

edge of command buses , tires squealing as he took the angles." Roof access in the parking garage. Cinch and cargo, folks it's go time!" Munitions primed, they hopped from the pellet- riddled SUV amid a hail of gunfire. Sterling returned fire with perfection, adjoined by his comrades. Step by step they pushed through swarming adversary forces. On the rooftop, Donovan's men manned mounted machine ordnance and RPG launchers. But Xavier was a whirlwind, picking them off fluently as Jack disarmed snares. Soon only insulated markswomen remained. With a savage kick, Sterling broke down the stairwell door. Twenty breakouts descended into an ocean guarded by a abating force. He let rage guide his end, shots echoing in an portentous meter. Closer and closer to his thing and Donovan's awaiting wrath. At last only one bottom remained. Sterling steeled himself, also demurred the smoldering door inward with a wrathful cry." It's over, Donovan! Let her go!" What horrors would he find on the other side? fortune, and Donovan's end, awaited within the hoarse extension depths. Sterling burst through the extension door, gun raised, mind racing through what horrors might await. But an creepy quiet filled the vast open space. " Emilia?" he called cautiously. There was no answer. But as his eyes swept the scene, blood ran cold. Bodies littered the bottom- Donovan's men, riddled with pellets. " What the hell." Xavier murmured, nudging a cadaver with his charge. This was easily not Sterling's work. He set at a familiar glint in the murk. A figure surfaced, face half- obscured by a mask. Yet piercing blue eyes goggled out, hauntingly recognizable." Looking for someone, Black?" a silken voice asked. " Who are you?" Sterling demanded, armament trained yet mind reeling in confusion. Nothing made sense- this foreigner had easily turned on Donovan, yet with what motive? A earnest chortle." Let's just say we have.history with your felonious architect. I have been drawing house." The eyes flitted to the bedrooms." She's unconscious but alive. For now." Sterling flew to the doors, chancing Emilia bound and gagged on the bloody wastes. Relief warred with fury as he checked her frantic palpitation." What do you want from us?" he snarled at the meddler. Steely eyes assessed him in return." Answers. And a deal- if you want your nut to live past the hour." The mask stretched in a raptorial smile." Come with me, and she goes free." Sterling's mind contended as he goggled down the e