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⊰ 9.5 ⊱ Blood and Bullets
⊰ Marcel ⊱
The wedding reception is in full swing, the mix of music, laughter, and clinking glasses floating in the atmosphere. As I walk through the crowded room, my arm wrapped possessively around Mercy’s waist, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. She’s a vision in white, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she leans into my side.
For a moment, I allow myself to forget who and what I am outside this place and simply bask in the joy of the moment. But it doesn’t last very long.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Rick weaving his way through the crowd, a stern look playing on his face. My stomach tightens, knowing that if he, my right-hand man, is here instead of out there taking care of business in my absence, something’s wrong.
I plant a kiss on Mercy’s temple, murmuring, “I’ll be right back, doll. Just need to take care of something real quick.” She nods, her smile faltering sli
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