The dark web exploded with the news within hours of the photograph's delivery. Five hundred million dollars for Grayson Wells, dead or alive. Verified contract through multiple escrow services. Payment guaranteed by Elena Castellano's personal fortune and the remaining Castellano family assets. No expiration date. No conditions except proof of death.James monitored the chatter from his command center, watching forums and encrypted channels light up with activity. Professional killers from every continent discussing strategy, forming temporary alliances, booking flights. His face grew grimmer with each passing hour."Fifty confirmed assassins already en route to the city," he reported to Grayson the next morning. "More coming daily. This is unprecedented. Most bounties top out at ten million. Five hundred million? That's enough to retire three generations of family on.""We need to relocate you immediately," Catherine added, having arrived at dawn for emergency planning. "Somewhere re

The convoy raced north through pre-dawn darkness—six armored vehicles carrying sixty fighters total. Grayson and Ava rode in the lead vehicle with James coordinating communications. Catherine and Natasha commanded the second vehicle with their strike team. Matteo's heaviest hitters filled the third and fourth. Harding's federal agents brought up the rear in unmarked tactical transports, officially on "training exercises" that happened to coincide with this operation."Estate has approximately two hundred guards according to satellite thermal imaging," Harding briefed over secure radio from his vehicle. "Military-grade defenses throughout. Surface-to-air missile batteries on the main building's roof, automated turrets covering approach vectors, reinforced walls rated against RPG strikes. The Castellano family built this place as a fortress during the Cold War when they thought the government might come after them.""How do we breach that level of defense?" Matteo asked from his vehicle

Six months after the Castellano estate explosion, the federal courthouse in Lower Manhattan overflowed with media, spectators, and security personnel. Elena Castellano's trial had become the most-watched criminal proceeding in decades. The charges read like a catalog of nightmares: terrorism, conspiracy to commit mass murder, orchestrating international assassinations, arms trafficking, money laundering, racketeering. Forty-seven separate counts, each carrying maximum sentences.The prosecution had built a case so overwhelming that even Elena's expensive legal team—seven attorneys from three countries—couldn't find meaningful cracks in the evidence.Vanessa Reed took the stand on day three, her appearance dramatically different from the socialite who'd married Grayson years ago. Prison had hollowed her, the witness protection program had stripped away her remaining vanity. She wore a simple gray suit, no makeup, her hair pulled back severely."Mrs. Reed, please describe your relations

The war room was Grayson's apartment converted into command center—dining table covered in maps and intelligence files, laptops running facial recognition and tracking software, weapons laid out on the coffee table like surgical instruments. Grayson assembled everyone he had left. Ava stood beside him, her face set in grim determination. James worked three computers simultaneously, pulling data from every source available. Harding arrived within the hour, still wearing his suit from whatever meeting he'd abandoned. Catherine appeared on video link from Hong Kong, her image on the largest monitor, the skyline visible behind her. Natasha came last, carrying a duffel bag full of equipment and wearing the expression of someone preparing for war."The Crimson Brotherhood operates in twelve countries across three continents," James began his briefing, pulling up organizational charts. "Estimated thirty thousand members worldwide. They're not just assassins—they're a paramilitary organizatio