THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
If you shut me down here, I’ll just pop up somewhere else.
The Pillar shot out a hand made of lasers, pointing straight at the hospital bed. Then the bed changed. Its metal legs twisted into spider claws, and the wires lashed around like whips. The thing keeping Sarah alive? Now it was a weapon, and the ghost boss was pulling the strings.
“Marcus, kill the boy,” the Pillar ordered. “I’ll take care of the daughter.”
Marcus got up, blood on his lip. He dug a tiny silver remote from his pocket, pressed a button, and metal plates slid over his skin, snapping together into a hard, shiny suit. High-tech armor. It looked expensive.