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THEY PAID ME $10 MILLION TO KILL YOU
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The International Criminal Court courtroom was packed. Media filled every available seat. Cameras lined the back wall—this hearing was being broadcast worldwide.

Blake Sterling's appeal had become international news. The billionaire war criminal seeking freedom. The man who'd built weapons that killed thousands.

Blake sat in the defendant's box, shackled at the wrists and ankles. He wore the orange prison jumpsuit. Hair longer now. Grey creeping into the temples. Six months in solitary confine
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  • DEAD OR ALIVE

    Blake's face was everywhere. Every news station. Every newspaper. Every social media platform. The $50 million bounty announcement had gone viral within hours. By the next morning, Blake Sterling was the most talked-about person on Earth.And the most hunted.Blake stood in the hospital waiting room watching the coverage. Saw his photo plastered across CNN, BBC, Fox News, Al Jazeera. Saw the "WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE" graphics. Saw Alexander's tearful interview where he claimed to be seeking justice for his murdered father.Shepherd appeared beside Blake. "You can't stay here. Every person in this hospital has seen your face on TV. Someone's going to recognize you. We need to move you. Now."Blake looked at Emma's room. She was still recovering. Still weak. "I'm not leaving my wife.""She'll be transferred to a secure facility. CIA medical. We'll protect her. But you need to go into witness protection immediately. That bounty just made you a target for every desperate person on the plane

  • THE MOST WANTED MAN ON EARTH

    Viktor's finger tightened on the trigger. Blake stared up at the gun barrel. Six inches from his face. This was it. This was how Blake Sterling died. Shot in a Belgian field by a grieving brother seeking justice for a man Blake had killed by mistake.Grace screamed. "Daddy! No!"The shot rang out.But it wasn't Viktor's gun.Viktor's head snapped sideways. Explosion of blood and bone. Exit wound the size of a fist. Viktor's body collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. Dead before he hit the ground.CIA sniper. 400 yards away. Positioned on a hill overlooking the crash site. Waiting for a clean shot. Finally got one when Viktor aimed at Blake's head. One bullet. .338 Lapua Magnum. Eliminated the threat permanently.Blake gasped for air. Lungs still collapsing from the bullet wound. But alive. Somehow alive.Grace ran to Blake. Threw herself on top of him. Sobbing. "Daddy! Daddy, you're bleeding!"Blake tried to speak. Couldn't. Blood in his throat. Shepherd and the CIA operators rush

  • THIS IS FOR NIKOLAI, ROT IN HELL

    Blake looked at Viktor's escape route. The side door still swinging where Viktor had dragged Grace through it. Every second Blake delayed, Viktor got farther away. Got closer to whatever vehicle he had waiting. Got closer to disappearing with Grace forever.Blake looked at Emma bleeding on the floor. Face destroyed beyond recognition. Blood pooling beneath her head. Ribs clearly broken from the way her chest moved wrong. Possibly internal bleeding. Possibly dying right here in front of him.Save Emma. Or save Grace. His wife or his daughter. The woman he'd loved for fifteen years or the child he'd die to protect. Not enough time for both. Never enough time. Always forced to choose. Always losing something.Blake's mind screamed at him. Showed him futures. If he chose Emma, Grace would disappear. Viktor would take her to Russia. Use her as a hostage for years. Or kill her out of spite. Blake would live the rest of his life knowing he'd abandoned his daughter when she needed him most.I

  • I'M TAKING YOUR DAUGHTER

    Viktor Volkov stepped fully into the light. Gun steady. Aimed at Blake's chest. Behind him, four more armed men emerged from the mansion's shadows. Mercenaries. Professional. Heavily armed.Blake raised his hands slowly. "Diana, what did you do?"Diana's expression was cold. Dead. Nothing like the tearful sister who'd called Emma an hour ago. "What I should have done months ago. Chose my son's future over misplaced family loyalty.""Your son? What does Alexander have to do with this?""Everything! Your uncle kidnapped him from school. Held him at gunpoint for hours. Made him watch you fight James Sr. Made him watch people die violently right in front of him. He was sixteen years old, Blake. Sixteen! A child! And you let him be traumatized because you were too busy fighting your own wars!" Diana's voice rose, cracking with emotion she'd buried for months. "Do you know what that did to my son? He wakes up screaming every night. Can't close his eyes without seeing blood. Can't hear loud

  • $100 MILLION BUYS A LOT OF LOYALTY

    The CIA safe house was a nondescript apartment in Brussels. Third floor. Two bedrooms. Windows overlooking a busy street. Perfect for blending in. Perfect for hiding fugitives in plain sight.Blake sat across from two CIA operatives. The handler from the extraction—call sign "Shepherd"—and an analyst named Jennifer Walsh. Both professionals. Both treating Blake like an asset to be exploited."Let's start with the Consortium leadership," Shepherd said, opening a laptop. "You testified against some members. But you held back. Protected others. We want those names now."Blake had spent six months in prison knowing this moment would come. Knowing the CIA would demand payment for his freedom. He'd prepared. Memorized names. Locations. Everything the CIA would want."Viktor Volkov is the obvious one. But you already know about him. He's got diplomatic immunity through Russia. You can't touch him legally.""Let us worry about what we can touch. Give us names."Blake rattled off a dozen names

  • THE ESCAPE PLAN

    Blake stared at Kane in the dim light of the infirmary recovery ward. "You're talking about prison escape. That's life in prison if we're caught. No parole. Ever.""You're already looking at thirty years with people actively trying to kill you. You won't survive six months let alone thirty years. We both know that." Kane leaned closer, voice dropping to barely a whisper. "I have CIA contacts who owe me. Black ops guys I worked with in Syria. They can extract us during a prisoner transfer.""Prisoner transfer?""Standard protocol. High-value inmates get moved between facilities every few months. Security measure. Prevents them from building too much power in one location." Kane pulled out a small piece of paper, covered in what looked like random numbers. "This is coded. My handler will understand it. If we request transfer to a different facility, CIA can arrange it. Then extract us during transport."Blake processed the plan. "Why would CIA help us escape? What do they get?""You. Sp

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