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

that the Chief wasn’t bluffing. Slowly, raising his hands in the air, the security guard backed away from the altar, carefully stepping down the carpeted stairs.

The silence in the room was absolute, suffocating, and heavy with the scent of spilled champagne and gun oil.

“Brody, put that away,” Evelyn ordered, though her voice wavered for the first time.continue reading …