Unknown Location – Underground

The barrel was cold, the metal pressing against her spine as she struggled to keep her breathing steady. Darkness wrapped around her like a second skin, the scent of damp earth filling her nose. She could hear the faint scrape of a shovel above—her grave being sealed.

Her skin still burned where the ink had been forced onto her, the numbers standing out in angry red across her collarbone. A date. Her date.

Her death sentence.

The abductor had been calm. Almost clinical.

“Your father has stolen too much from men like me.” “Now, I take from him.”

She had fought—hard. Kicked, screamed, bit down on a gloved hand until she tasted blood. But they had been stronger. More prepared. Now, she was here.

Buried. Waiting to die.

But they didn’t know her father.

Somewhere above, beyond layers of soil and secrecy, he was coming.

John Price was hunting. And God help the men who stood in his way.