Chapter 6: The Invitation
Chapter 6: The Invitation
The morning of the wedding was brutally cold, with a heavy, cinematic rain lashing against the gray streets of the city. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a fitting soundtrack for the day. I dressed in a sharp, tailored black trench coat—mourning attire for a funeral they didn't know they were attending.
I secured Grace in a sleek, tactical infant carrier strapped securely to my chest. She was sleeping soundly, completely oblivious to the fact that her mother was about to start a war. I slid the sealed manila envelope into my inside breast pocket, feeling its weight against my ribs.
Leo stood by the door of my armored SUV, flanked by four off-duty tactical officers employed by Sinclair Security. They were dressed in immaculate sharp suits, earpieces discreetly tucked away, their postures screaming military precision.
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“You sure you want to do this in person?” Leo asked, holding a massive black umbrella over me as I stepped into the leather-lined vehicle. “I can have him served at the altar by a process server. It’s safer.”
“No,” I said, staring out at the rain washing over the tinted glass. “He threw papers in my face while I held my daughter. I’m going to hand him his while I hold mine.”
