Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 614

Ryan didn't have a choice he was practically dragged onto Simon's boat.

Simon wasted no time. "Clara's been kidnapped by Dylan," he said, his voice tight.

Ryan's heart dropped. He knew Clara hated Dylan-she'd told him so more than once. And now Dylan had forced her into marriage? That was it. Ryan couldn't just sit back anymore.

Simon was pacing the deck, phone glued to his ear, barking orders. Between calls, he glanced at Ryan. "You really don't know anything about Clara's past?"

They'd been obsessively piecing together information for days. Simon knew how much Ryan cared about Clara-she could be from anywhere, any family, and Ryan would still want to protect her.

Then Simon dropped the next bombshell: Dylan had forced Clara to register for a marriage license. Worse, Dylan already had a kid with someone else. Ryan's anger boiled over.

The whole thing had started as a joint plan between him and Simon. Even Cole had tried to talk Ryan out of it, but the thought of Clara being trapped with a man she despised drove him crazy.

"I don't know. Maybe my dad does," Ryan said quietly, his voice strained. He looked exhausted. Even if they managed to take down Dylan, they still hadn't found Clara. She hadn't tried to reach him either.

What neither Ryan nor Simon realized was that Clara had been in that car the other day. Their original plan had been to take Dylan out together, but since he walked away without a scratch, they figured they'd failed.

Now he was waiting for

Dylan wouldn't come after Ryan. As long

time, she'll have the chance to escape. Once she's out, I'll take

he didn't trust Simon for

the face. Simon was

right now, the only thing that mattered was finding

silent. He knew Simon was using him, but he didn't care. If it meant getting Clara away

plans for their next move, totally missing the icy look in Ryan's

that naïve kid

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gentle and real. Ryan looked down,

was jolted awake in the middle of the night by someone pounding on the front door. She hadn't even gotten out of bed before the lock broke and the door smashed open. Strangers stormed into the Bolton

in front of them, her voice shaking with anger. "What are

A group of rough-looking

their eyes across the living room, faces hard and unfriendly. "We heard there's a pretty woman from the here. capita Who knows what she's really doing? We're