Rett
It was my fucking wedding night and I wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wanted to be upstairs with my bride. The tap of my shoes upon the hardwood announced my arrival seconds before I entered the room outside of my inner office. Truly, the cameras in the hallway should have warned my men I was coming—that and the text message I sent for them to meet me here.
“Boss...” Leon said as I entered.
The lifting of my hand and a shake of my head was all I could manage at the moment. I’d purposely put off this conversation for as long as I could. Emma deserved a damn candlelit dinner after her wedding. What she didn’t deserve was the reason I was here now. As two of my most trusted men, Noah and Leon were both present. I would have included Ian, but he was upstairs making certain Mrs. Ramses was not disturbed again.