The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Noah joined the ranks of RST at seventeen, but by nineteen, the organization had splintered into GTO and CK after Jasper’s devastating raid.

Assigned by F-Poison to infiltrate the Vanguard Agency as a mole at twenty, Noah figured he would bide his time, draw Vanguard’s attention with GTO activities, and then slip back into the shadows of his true allegiance. But what he thought would be a brief chapter turned into nearly six decades—a lifetime invested and now, seemingly, lost.

“Tell me, Noah, in all the years you’ve been undercover in Vanguard Agency, what’s GTO given you for your troubles? I’m genuinely curious. Heck, I haven’t even caught a glimpse of the big boss’s face. Have you?” Quincy asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Noah’s frown was subtle but present. “You talk too much. When’s my ride getting here?”

Quincy stepped back, a hint of apology in her voice. “Sorry, Noah, your ship isn’t coming.”

Noah turned, startled, only to be greeted by the dark mouth of a gun barrel.

“Master, there’s no escape now,” Vance said solemnly, gun in hand, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

Instinctively, Noah stepped back, but another gun pressed against the back of his head.

“You know I don’t move so fast anymore, Master,” a familiar voice stated from behind him.

Noah exhaled heavily. “Let me guess, there’s one more?”

As if on cue, Karen stepped out from Noah’s side, her gun aimed at the man she once revered like a father.

“It’s been a long time, Master.”

Noah’s gaze met Karen’s. Her face, one he had not seen for years, suddenly before him, gave him a moment of stunned pause.

“All these years, and you haven’t changed a bit, my little apprentice,” he reminisced. “Back then, you and Daphne were the only girls among a sea of rowdy boys. Those were the days…”

A cold voice interrupted from behind. “My mother couldn’t make it. I’m here in her stead,” Anna said, her tone as icy as her words.

back on Karen. “Anything else you want to ask, Karen? I’ll tell you whatever

grip on her gun tightened,

did you ever think of the

pause, Noah

never truly considered any of you my own. You were

his master was not a traitor. Noah had carried him from the crossfire when he was wounded on the battlefield.

was thought dead, it was Micah who first sought

had met a dead end for so many years, at most reaching the Deputy Director of the

had never suspected Noah.

aloof nature meant he would do almost anything to achieve his goals, even if it

was soon dismissed after investigations. In fact, he even regretted

that doubt seemed to be the very reason for Noah’s manipulation

ruffled their clothes, Karen

meant to her. She respected Yorick, found a kindred spirit in Ulysses,

helped her out of that darkness,

was, spewing such

sat down, checking his

F-Poison? Sorry to disappoint, but even if you’ve

you taught us to hit the enemy where they least

I sent you carried a tracking virus. Once you opened it, your phone was compromised. Every

“Ah, as expected of my apprentices. And Micah, what role did you play

that you’ve been waiting on? They have trackers in them. Thomas is already

those Martinez detectors got approved so suddenly. So, it was a trap.

said firmly, her gun steady. “The bomb on