CHAPTER 87

LUCAS'S POV

By eleven-thirty that night, the high-altitude villa in Montreux had turned into a fortress that no one could break through.

Marta and our private security team had brought Jaydon down into the underground panic room built sixty feet into the solid mountain rock beneath the villa. The room had its own air system, satellite radio, and blast-proof steel doors strong enough to survive an army siege. With our son completely out of reach, Sophia and I were free to turn the main house into a deadly trap.

I stood in the center of the grand living room, fixing the tactical harness over my black vest.

The...