The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

pointed squarely at Miller’s chest.

“Take your hands off the Pastor, Miller,” Brody said. His voice was no longer a request. It was a flat, lethal command. “Step away from the table. Right now.”

Miller froze, his massive hands still gripping the velvet cover of the book. He looked from the black muzzle of the gun down to Brody’s face, realizing instantly continue reading …