She became the leader of an elite mercenary force that was in high demand and made all its members rather wealthy. They were very good and they were feared—until the heart and soul of their organization was cut out that fateful afternoon on the bridge where a simple assignment had gone terribly wrong. She’d convinced herself that ending it all was the logical decision. Jen always knew, however, that her own emotional attachments caused her to put an end to her father’s lifetime of work by telling the members of the Duke Organization to go their separate ways. Breaking up the group was truly the only time Jen could remember being unsure of a decision. She was brought up in the sort of environment where her trust could only extend toward the people she trained and worked alongside. Every member had been brought in by her father. She’d grown up around them. For Jen, it was more than an organization doing the jobs they were hired for. They were also her family, a family she split up.
