Chapter 141

SLOANE

War.

If that’s what my husband wants, I’m giving it to him.

The elevator doors slid open on the top floor with a soft, almost mocking chime.

I stepped out first.

Behind me, twelve of my men fanned out in perfect formation

The hallway security—Vance's boys—froze mid-step. One reached for his radio.

My lead man, Bruno, was faster: a single fluid motion, pistol pressed gently but unmistakably