Fatal Flames
Their wives also sat beside them, draped in diamonds and silence.
And as soon as I stepped into the aisle, I felt even more weight, the judgments and the whispers.
But none of them mattered to me at the moment. Only one man did, and that was Salvatore Moreti.
He stood at the altar, tall and broad in his custom black suit, like the godfather that he is in every sense of the word. The years seemed to have carved hard lines into his face, his silver-stroked hair slicked back in perfect order. His cold and unimpressed eyes dragged over me like I was some property he was about to buy, not a bride.
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