The wedding was supposed to begin at ten that morning.By ten forty, the groom’s place beside the altar was still empty, and my brother had not returned either.The church was filled with guests from every major family in Chicago.The Moretti and Russo family crests hung above the altar, symbolizing the alliance this marriage was meant to seal.Now, every person in the church was waiting for Dante.Grace, the wedding planner, approached me for the third time.“Miss Moretti, would you like to keep waiting?”I did not answer. I simply lowered my eyes to the family group chat on my phone.Forty minutes earlier, Bianca had posted a photo.Her white sports car was stopped at the side of the road, one of its doors badly dented.[A black SUV hit my car and fled the scene.][I’m not sure whether the Falcone family was behind it.]Dante had pulled half the security detail away from the church, and Julian had followed him with a medical kit.Before leaving, Dante had taken my hand.“Stay here. I
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