–Livana–
The wedding is near. We can't afford to mess this up.
Though it's meant to be intimate, we'd already altered the date. Besides, no one in the family knows the exact time or place it will happen. I've secured the venue—down to every detail—and even the bride and groom have no idea where the ceremony will be held.
I ended my call with the Black Bishop after he confirmed that the private plane had landed safely. Relief settled in my chest. At least that part was under control.
"Dear," Grandpa called out, his eyes still fixed on a few documents.
"Yes, Papa?"
"About your husband—do they know he's the one who executed the plan?" Grandpa Reagan asked, his voice deep, authoritative, and never uncertain.
I gave a small nod. "The Dela Vegas are aware of Damon's so-called 'Shadows.' That group of assassins he built."
"So… is he included in the protection contract?"
