Cross the Styx — Kenneth E. Ingle

Sweat stood out on Will's forehead, his jaw was clinched, and his forever-straight bow tie, now askew, further evidenced he wasn't joking. "Someone wants you dead!" Those words launch James Clayton into a world of corporate war, confronting a Russian crime-lord at his own game. What Clayton doesn't realize until too late, though, is that he isn't just playing with his own life.