Chapter 213

Ryan's POV I stared at the monitor displaying Lance's holding room, my knuckles white from gripping the edge of the desk. The security footage from last night played in my mind on repeat - Serena bound to that chair, that monster's hands on her. "Mr. Blackwood, what should we do with him?" Simon asked quietly beside me. My jaw clenched so tight I could hear my teeth grinding. "Make him disappear." "Sir?" "You heard me." I turned to face my most trusted assistant. "Not dead. I want him alive and suffering. Find the most remote facility we own. Somewhere no one would think to look." Simon nodded, understanding exactly what I meant. "The compound in northern Alaska?" "Perfect. No phone service, no internet, complete isolation." I glanced back at the monitor where Lance was pacing his temporary cell. "And Simon? Make sure he never creates 'art' again." Simon's eyes widened slightly before he nodded. We both knew what that meant. "What about his public profile, sir? He's a well-known artist