Chapter 1The rain poured, turning the cemetery into a sea of mud and gray headstones. Adrian Lancaster didn't feel it. He couldn't feel anything except the small, trembling body pressed against his chest."I want Mommy." Celeste's voice was barely a whisper. She'd been crying for so long her throat had gone raw.Adrian tightened his arms around his nine-year-old sister. Seventeen years old, and he was supposed to know what to say. Supposed to make this better somehow. But how do you explain to a child that their mother was murdered? That their father's affair with a powerful woman had gotten her killed?"Celeste." He pulled back just enough to see her face. Mud streaked her cheeks, mixing with tears. "Look at me."She lifted her red, swollen eyes."I need you to listen very carefully." Adrian's hands were shaking, but he forced his voice to stay steady. "I have to go away for a while. But no matter how long it takes, no matter what happens, you have to survive. You have to wait for m

Chapter 3Trevor Rodrigez stepped onto the lawn with the swagger of someone who'd never lost a fight. Behind him, fifteen men fanned out in a semi-circle, hands resting on concealed weapons. The porch light cast shadows across Trevor's face as he gave a smile of a predator that had cornered its prey."Adrian Lancaster." Trevor's voice dripped with mock surprise. "Well, well. You walked right into our trap."Adrian stood in the doorway, silent. Waiting."We've been working on your aunt and sister for hours," Trevor continued, adjusting his cufflinks casually. "Broke the old woman's legs. Made her scream. All to find out where you were hiding. And you know what? She didn't say a word. Tough old bird." He laughed. "But it doesn't matter now. You saved us the trouble by delivering yourself."Adrian's expression didn't change. "What do you plan to do with me?"Trevor's smile widened. "Same thing we're doing with your sister. Send you to auction. Though..." He tilted his head, pretending t

Chapter 5The entire venue seemed to hold its breath.Then the whispers began. Women leaned forward in their seats, eyes following Adrian as he moved. One murmured behind her hand, another smiled despite herself. Even in his dust-stained combat uniform, even with blood splattered across his vest, he was unmistakably striking — raw, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome. There was something about him that pulled every gaze and refused to let go."Who is that?" a woman in diamonds whispered to her companion."I don't know, but…""Look at the way he moves..."The auctioneer recovered first. She straightened her white dress and walked toward Adrian with a forced smile, one hand raised in a placating gesture."Sir, I think there's been a misunderstanding." Her voice was smooth, professional. "This is a private establishment. Entry requires an invitation. If you don't have one, I'm afraid you'll have to…"Adrian's fist caught her in the stomach.The auctioneer doubled over, the air punchin

Chapter 7The patriarch lay on the stage, staring at the tracking device on his chest with trembling hands. His face had gone ruined. The realization that his son was dead seemed to drain whatever fight remained in him."Trevor..." he whispered, his voice cracking. "My boy..."On the second floor, Jasmine Christian-Grey suddenly stood up from her seat. Her wine glass tilted, forgotten, as red liquid spilled onto the carpet. Her eyes were locked on Adrian below, and a slow, predatory smile spread across her beautiful face."Well, well," she murmured to herself. "He actually walked right into my trap."She pulled out her phone with steady fingers, scrolling through her contacts. When she found the name she was looking for, she pressed dial without hesitation."Master Lancelot," she said smoothly when the call connected. "I need you at Auction House D. Immediately. Yes, right now. I'll make it worth your time." She paused, listening. "Trust me. You're going to want to be here for this."