The sound of the pistol trigger clicking back echoed loud and clear over the howling wind of the storm.

Marcus let out a wild, wicked laugh as his finger pressed down to finish the shot. The black barrel of the gun pointed straight at Julian's chest, right where the billionaire knelt on the wet concrete floor.

Evelyn's blue eyes flashed with fierce, desperate courage.

She knew she could not stand there and watch the man she loved die. Even with her hands tied tightly behind her back by the thick plastic zip tie, her mind raced fast. She spotted a heavy iron blueprint clamp lying on a metal work table...