At dawn, the yacht’s radar flags a vessel matching the target CFO’s yacht anchored two miles ahead in international waters.

The cold ocean mist floated low over the gray morning sea as The Ocean Queen drifted to a complete stop. Two miles away, The Golden Ghost sat completely still, completely unaware of the storm heading its way.

Lucian turned around from the wide glass window of the bridge. His giant, broad frame towered in the dim morning light, his sharp dark eyes glowing with a cold, fierce light. His muscular chest heaved with slow, steady breaths under his black tactical jacket.

"Jax, get the fast sea launch ready," Lucian commanded...