C26 The Marks of Captivity

The air crackled with a tension thicker than the scent of expensive cologne that clung to Dante. Stefano, ears still ringing from Valentina's sharp reprimand, leaned in, his voice barely a murmur. "The Don insists the wedding proceed. Guests are becoming restless."

Dante's jaw clenched tight, the muscles bunching beneath the crisp white fabric of his tuxedo. He released a slow breath