Chapter 6 - The Trap at the Altar
Dante walked over to his chief bodyguard, Marco, his eyes burning with a dark, lethal resolve.
"Take Clara down to the basement holding cell," Dante ordered in an icy whisper. "Do not let her speak to anyone. Confiscate her phone, but leave her auto-generated status active so Julian thinks the baby is dead."
"Yes, Boss," Marco replied, dragging the sobbing nanny out of the nursery and closing the heavy oak doors behind him.
Dante turned back to Vivienne. He walked slowly across the plush carpet until he stood directly in front of her, looking down at his bride in her lace dress, her hands still carrying faint traces of surgical prep.
He fell to one knee before her, grabbing her free hand and pressing his lips against her knuckles with profound humbleness.
"I pointed a gun at you," Dante spoke softly, his deep voice thick with emotion. "I almost destroyed the best thing that ever happened to my life because I was blind."
Vivienne looked down at him, her gray eyes softening as she reached out to rest her hand against his cheek. "You were protecting your brother's child, Dante. But from this moment on, we fight the snakes together."
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"Julian Vance is waiting in the main ballroom downstairs for our wedding ceremony," Dante declared, standing up with a deadly smile. "He thinks he's attending a celebration. Let's show him a funeral."
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