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
