Page 278 of Wild Card

The man got her down to a misdemeanor, no time, and the agreement to repay all damages.

Her legal fees were on her.

Another hit to her trust.

From what I heard from Chase, Rylee was still a bitter cunt, making her parents lives hell. But they held strong to their positions and Sterling was closer to moving back home.

Willow was thrilled they were working things out, but worried her sister would ruin it.

Therefore, we didn’t discuss it much.

I wanted Rylee out of her head.

Which is why I can’t consider letting her attend the wedding.

What would Willow want?

Ford’s question scrolls through my brain.

The answer is simple. Willow would allow it if it helped massage the path for her parents.

“I want a guy on her. She enters the church after the procession and leaves before we walk down the aisle. She doesn’t step within a hundred feet of the country club. I don’t want to see her face. If I do, she will be removed—by any means necessary.”

Sterling tips his chin.

“I’m doing this because it’s what Willow would want. But I swear if that woman even makes a peep, her life will be hell. She’s not my daughter and there is no allegiance.”

“Understood.”

“I can’t believe this.” Chase eyes me with disgust.

“I love your sister.”

“You’re whipped.”

“You’re one to talk.”

His disgust turns to a wicked gleam. “Fuck me.”

“You’ll get someone on Rylee?” I direct my statement to Major, who pulls out his phone.

I have no idea who he calls but I hear him order, “Incapacitate if needed,” and I grin.

The door swings open, Wyatt flying in, arms flailing. “It’s time! Grandma says if Talon doesn’t get away from the window, she’ll tan his hide.”

I glance down at him in his tux made to match ours. Ember and Cruz can make anything happen.

“Getting away from the window now.” I crouch to him. “You know your role?”

“Sure, I walk in with Dad and stand at the front looking dapper.”

Dapper? Fuck if I don’t dig this kid.

“Sounds right.”

“Uncle Talon?” His face goes serious.

“Yeah, buddy?”

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