Rylan leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers resting thoughtfully under his chin as he stared out at the evening sky. The police visit had rattled him more than he wanted to admit. He needed to act, and fast.
I need to secure that girl in a way that no one could ever question, bound to me. Forever. I would have to speed up my plans with her. I don't care about her opinion, I don't care what Arthur does, I don't even care about the police. She must be my wife, these thoughts ran through his head.
But he needed an audience. And a priest to consummate the marriage.
Rylan rose from his chair, his jaw tight with purpose. He pressed a button on his desk.
"You and Dean should report to me immediately," he barked.
Within minutes, two of his most trusted men entered the room, standing s
