Redline Hearts

The fastest car on the circuit means nothing when the man in the passenger seat holds the keys to your life. Devon Pierce is a threat analyst at Drake Security, a firm built on discretion and buried secrets. His job is simple: identify the body before it drops. Then a personnel file appears on his desk , Sloane Ashford, twenty-seven, restorer, and formerly known by a circuit name that makes even senior operatives go quiet: Ghost Protocol. Sloane's assignment is to restore a private collection linked to the Drake family archives. On the surface, it's a preservation job. Under the surface, it's a minefield. The collection contains the journals of Arthur Drake , the firm's founder, dead for decades , and those pages reveal that Ghost Protocol was never just a racing legend. She was a weapon, deployed across three continents, and her work for Drake was never about speed. It was about what she could steal, break, and disappear with. Now Henrik Voss, a shadow operative who answered to no one at Drake, has resurfaced and has been watching Sloane's movements for months. Margot Kessler, the archivist on the restoration team, knows more about the journals than she's letting on. Callum Drake, family heir and current chair, wants the collection sealed. And Rusty Calhoun, the one driver Sloane still trusts, keeps showing up at wrong intersections. Devon has seventy-two hours before the collection goes public. He can hand Sloane over to Drake's board and let the machinery of the firm handle it the way it always has , quietly, fatally, without accountability. Or he can walk into Voss's next move with nothing but a cold coffee, a screen full of red flags, and a woman who drives like the world owes her a lap. Either way, the redline is coming. And this time, the engine isn't the only thing that won't hold.