MY SISTER DRAGGED HERSELF TO BASE, “HUSBAND’S FAMILY DID THIS.” ALL 26 VANISHED AFTER I ORDERED THIS
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The December wind cut through the Colorado training grounds like a blade. Marcus Ko stood in the observation tower, watching seventy-one men and women run the obstacle course below. These weren’t regular soldiers. They were private contractors—mercenaries—the kind of people corporations and governments called when they needed problems solved quietly.
Marcus had been training them for eight weeks, and in three days they’d graduate.
His phone buzzed. Unknown number. Marcus almost ignored it, but something made him answer.
“Marcus.”
The voice was barely a whisper, torn raw. His blood went cold.
“Lynn?”
His sister’s breathing came in ragged gasps.
“I’m at the north gate,” she said. “Please.”
Marcus was moving before she finished speaking, sprinting down the tower stairs, his boots hammering against metal. He’d seen combat in six countries, pulled men from burning vehicles, watched friends die in his arms.
Nothing prepared him for what he found at the gate.
Lynn was crawling—actually crawling—across the gravel, leaving a dark smear behind her. Her legs bent at impossible angles. Both arms were clearly broken, hanging limp. Her face was swollen beyond recognition, one eye completely shut, teeth missing. She was wearing what used to be a white Christmas sweater, now soaked through with blood.
“Jesus Christ.”
Marcus dropped beside her, his hands hovering, afraid to touch her.
“Security! Get medical here now.”
Two guards rushed over. One went pale and turned away to vomit.
“Lynn, what happened? Who did this?”
She grabbed his sleeve with fingers that shouldn’t have been able to move.
“Randy,” she whispered. “His family. All of them. Twenty-six people. Christmas dinner.”
A blood bubble rose from her lips.
“They planned it,” she breathed. “Recorded everything. Said I was embarrassing the family name.”
Marcus’ world narrowed to a pinpoint. Randolph Jackson—Randy—the man his sister had married two years ago. Rich family, political connections. Marcus had never trusted him, but Lynn had been happy. Or so he thought.
“They took turns,” Lynn continued, her voice breaking. “Randy watched. He told them where to hit so it wouldn’t kill me. Said I needed to learn my place.”
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