“Yeah, so what?”
Half laughing, as soon as I heard the music start, I shifted into a completely different person, one devoid of emotions.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice detached.
“Yes. Right by your side. Let’s roll, brother.”
With my brothers following me, I moved to the altar, awaiting the arrival of my bride. I had mixed feelings about the moment, but I knew what I was doing was right. For several reasons, including the protection of my family and the twisted alliance I’d just entered.
As soon as she started to walk down the aisle, everyone in the church stood. With her face covered in a veil, I couldn’t see her expression. Yet with the past and the weight of the future held in the balance, I felt in my gut this was the right thing to do.
The priest joined me as she glided down the red velvet carpet, the loud music curtailing any other noise.
She reached my side, peering up at me through the opaque veil. When she winked, I nodded slowly.
The entire church was holding their breath.
I was counting the seconds.
Just before the ceremony began, the hair stood up on the back of my neck.
Suddenly, the back doors leading to the parking lot flew open, at least a dozen men with guns rushing inside.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
The sound of gunfire drowned out everything else. Guests bolted from the pews, some rushing toward the side doors to escape the melee.
With my gun in my hand, I rushed toward the action, firing off several shots, hitting several of the bastards.
Russian Bratva had come to spoil my special day.
Over my dead body.
I wasn’t surprised they’d sent dozens of their best men, determined to destroy the Prince family since we were all gathered in one place.
“Get down!” Sinclair yelled, pushing me out of the way.
Dropping and rolling, I got off two shots before my brother was hit.
Bodies began to drop as soldiers were gunned down, blood spilling into the aisles.
I rushed forward just as a soldier grabbed her arm, yanking her down. “No, you don’t, you fucker.” I smashed my weapon against his head until he was down on the floor, putting two bullets into his brain as soon as I did.
She nodded, crawling forward. “Get to safety,” I told her. She responded, narrowly avoiding being tackled by two of my men subduing another soldier.
The explosive gunfire continued until the entire church was filled with dead bodies. I fired off another shot. Fuck. Out of ammunition.
“Brother. Take it.” Montgomery tossed me an automatic rifle and I moved to a center point of the church, taking aim at the enemy as they continued to try to massacre anyone involved with the Prince family.
I turned in a full circle, peppering the unwanted guests with a spray of gunfire. The electric jolts from the power I wielded were also fueled by visions.
Of my family.
Of my father.
Of my soon to be wife.
No one from the Bratva would leave here alive.
