The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne and Percival acted as if they were blind to the crisis, treating the life in Belle’s grasp as nothing worth mentioning.

Belle pressed the blade a fraction deeper. Her voice was laced with a threat. “Percival, you’re the head of Vanguard Agency’s special squad. You gonna let this hostage die on your watch and kiss your career goodbye?”

She was convinced Percival would not let the hostage die. That was the Vanguard Agency’s way; they valued life, even that of a stray dog, above all else. It was laughable, really. Because of this soft spot, they had missed countless opportunities to corner the notorious GTO.

As Belle mused over this, her smirk widened.

Yawning ostentatiously, Vivienne plopped down beside Percival, resting her head on his shoulder. “Cut the drama. Let’s wrap this up.”

Belle’s brows knitted in confusion. What was that supposed to mean?

Then, the plump waiter who had been serving them burst out indignantly, “Seriously? I’m just trying to bring you your drink, and this is how you repay me!”

Before Belle could react, the waiter grabbed her ankle in a swift motion, flipping her over and slamming her to the ground with a thud.

“Ugh!” Belle grunted, pain shooting through her already poisoned body, bones fracturing under the impact.

Vivienne frowned. “Brian, go easy on her. If she dies, it’s on you!”

Belle was a key player in GTO, second in command. There were secrets to be extracted, and a dead captive was worthless.

Brian peeled off his waiter’s vest and, drawing a whip from his belt, bound Belle up like a crab ready for the pot.

“Don’t worry, Vivienne,” he assured her, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of a hefty payout. “I’ve got a light touch.”

The bounty on Belle’s head was making Brian’s eyes turn into dollar sign emojis. Brody’s bounty was peanuts compared to this. How was he going to spend all that cash?

The capture’s done; do I collect the bounty from

with unfathomable depth in his eyes, then stated

hope evaporated upon hearing this, and Brian’s

Everyone knew how tight-fisted Vivienne was – it was the talk of the internet, with

face fell. “You’re seriously taking

was saying, “You’re seriously not going to pay

watched with amusement, curious to see if Vivienne really was

she said, knocking Belle out with a precision strike. “As for

groaned. He should not have gotten involved

it up!”

turned to glee at the mention of the bounty. “Long live my

exhaled sharply and handed over a card loaded with Belle’s

in confusion.

with delight. “The PIN is Vivienne’s

the hell knew Vivienne’s birthday? She probably did not even know

me!” But

the shoulder, Percival offered Brian another job. “Can’t get the cash out? No worries. I’ve got another task for you. Complete it, and

lit up. “You name

up the hunt for Mr. B

He knew the score the moment Vivienne

you say.” Handing over Belle to Vivienne, Brian prepared to

on,” Vivienne said, giving him a

one last time. “I’m really going

pinched the bridge of her nose, slightly exasperated with her money-obsessed

away!” Brian vanished as quickly