Chapter 427

Matthias was still out cold after being knocked unconscious and dragged away. Now tied to a pillar, his head throbbed like someone had split it open. A bucket of icy water slammed into him, jerking him awake. He slowly opened his eyes. It was an abandoned warehouse—dusty, run-down, the air stale. He raised his eyes and froze when he saw the man standing there. His voice was low, but sharp. "You..." Even if this guy turned to ashes, Matthias would know him. Jack Foster. One of those shadowy foreign mercenaries. Two decades ago, Jack had tried to kill Kimberly on a cruise ship. Back then, the man charged insane fees, only taking hits he was sure would succeed. If he was sent, the target pretty much had their grave picked out. Kimberly must've been the rare exception. "Didn't think you were still breathing," Jack sneered. They'd both gone down with the ship, badly injured. Jack had always assumed Ryan Walsh was dead. Turns out, not only had he survived—now he was back with Kimberly? "Ther