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“There. That’s better.”

She smoothed her hair and turned. “It’s time tofinallymarry you off.”

My stomach twisted. I took a deep breath. Everything was going to be okay.

Enzo was on his way.

He had to be.

* * *

The momentwe exited the bathroom, Nevio was there, pacing.

He gestured with his gun. “Let’s get this over with.”

If I were a fictional heroine in an action-adventure film, I’d fire back a sassy "how romantic," but this was real life and that was a real fucking gun.

I had to yank up the super tight wedding dress and bunch it at my thighs in order to walk in it, and even then, I could only really shuffle down the aisle.

Nevio huffed. “Can’t you walk any faster?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“It’s nothing personal, just following orders.”

I looked over my shoulder at my mother following a few steps behind. She was distracted as she dug in her purse for another cigarette. “My mother is that powerful?”

He also glanced over his shoulder, then looked down at me, a look of disgust on his face. “No. Dante Agnello.”

“Oh. Was he the one who wanted my sister killed?”

Nevio pulled on his tie. “Your sister talked too much.”

I nodded, pulling my lips between my teeth.

We got to the altar.

I looked down the main aisle between the pews to the doors.

Where the hell was Enzo?

The priest was checking his phone and didn’t look up.

Nevio cleared his throat.

The priest held up a finger. “Just one second.” He put his phone up to his ear. “Joey? Yeah, I need to place a bet. Make it quick.”

While our priest was distracted, I looked up at Nevio. “Can I ask you one more question?”

He frowned. “Didn’t I just tell you your sister talked too much and it got her killed?”

My stomach twisted. “This has nothing to do with your… your boss.”

He rubbed his finger under his nose and looked away. “Fine. Last one.”

“Back in school. The valentine. Did my sister say why she wanted me to be attacked along with Milana?”

I knew my sister saw Milana as a romantic rival for Cesare’s affections, but why me? Enzo and I weren’t dating at the time. We didn’t start dating until years later. Did she think I could become one?